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One tug to the collar at the back of his neck eased the garment up his back and over his head. Vectra gasped when she saw his chest. She’d known he was built, but even their recent closeness hadn’t come close to preparing her for the sight of him with no barriers. He seemed more massive than his expensive suits implied.
His pecs were heavy slabs of dark, packed muscle above his carved abs. Vectra reached out, needing to prove that he was really there and hers for the touching.
Qasim captured her hand, resting it flat against one granite pec and pulling her from her back in a fluid move. Vectra found herself straddling his lap, and she shivered when her nipples nudged and caressed his. Kissing resumed again, and with it, the ravenous sounds of unsated lust. Vectra took her fill of his X-rated torso, nails raking every inch of skin she touched.
Qasim tunneled his fingers into her short, dark hair, cradling her head as he caged her beneath him again. He took infinite care, evidently fearing he’d smother her with his bulk. He kept one hand fisted near her ribs on the bed, bracing a forearm to support his weight. She tugged, wrapping her long legs about his waist and moaning amidst the kiss. She loved the way he felt covering her.
Qasim cradled Vectra’s head. All the while, he drove his tongue deeply into her mouth, which he also filled with his guttural groans.
Vectra felt an insistent pressure against her inner thigh, and she laughed appreciatively when she realized Qasim was undoing his belt and trouser fastening. She assisted, smoothing her hands over massive shoulders and across the sinewy plane of his back. Her fingers skimmed just below the waistband of his trousers and boxers.
Her plans to help slide them away became sidetracked by his toned ass. She hungrily squeezed while easing him nearer to her aching femininity.
None-too-gentle sounds funneled up from Qasim’s chest as any and all patience fled. He broke their kiss, panting out labored moans as his head rested on her clavicle, and he jerked out of what was left of his clothing.
Vectra was certain she hadn’t reached her limit of adoration upon his incredible body. She was right. Once freed, his erection jutted magnificently, and she reflexively licked her lips as questions surged. The most prevalent of which was, Is it as good as it looks?
Dazedly, she cupped him in a loose fist, testing the length and weight of him. Closing her hand around him was impossible. Orgasmic sensations stirred at what weighted her palm. Anticipation had her swooning while her imagination ran wild conjuring what he’d feel like inside her.
Qasim rocked his hips into the cradle of her palm. Teeth bared, he lightly grazed them across her collarbone as the mock thrusts gained pace.
Vectra was awed by his reaction, her own ego stroked by the power she experienced over the devastating male in her bed. Motivated by his helpless responses, she emboldened her touch, swiping her thumb across the slit at the flawless mushroom crown of his shaft. Faint traces of his need glistened there.
The move had an overwhelming effect on Qasim. He suddenly snatched at her hand. Another few moments and he’d have spent himself in her palm.
Vectra watched him go still, securing her wrist as he worked to steady himself.
We can’t have that, she thought.
She used her free hand to feel across the bed until it connected with one of the foil condom wrappers.
The slight crinkle of the packaging caught Qasim’s ear, and he lifted his head toward the sound. Expression unreadable, he sat up over her and waited. Silently, he gave her reign to apply their protection. He held himself still, but looked ready to melt when she gloved his erection in her satiny hold and tortured him with a few slow, agonizing pumps.
“Vectra...please...”
She smiled. He was so very much the way she would have him, she decided, but refused to get sidetracked by the fact. She hadn’t meant to tease him, but the man was walking enticement. An enticement that was, at the moment, naked in her bed. She was entitled to more than a little groping.
Qasim had more than groping in mind once the condom was stretched over his engorged arousal. He took no heed of the gasp she uttered when his hands covered her knees and dragged her to the middle of the tangled bed. He held her thighs open to accept his wide frame, and his mind was trained on a singular command.
Take.
A broken sob coasted from Vectra’s throat when she felt the delicious intrusion of his body inside hers. Still, her intimate walls protested. They’d not been used...properly...in quite some time. Qasim, merciless in the lust haze clouding his brain, pressed forward, coaxing her sex to yield to his. He exhaled on a curse when her muscles stretched to accommodate the broad head of his erection and the broader length that followed.
He took no notice of whether he was crushing her, and Vectra was glad.
