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“You think so?”
“Last night was pretty special.”
“Tonight will blow your mind.”
“You’re kind of competitive, huh?”
He shrugged. He wasn’t competitive so much as he always won. He was emir; he had to be the best at everything he chose to do.
It wasn’t just built into his position; it was in his DNA.
“Can I touch you?” she asked, her voice husky with need.
“Of course.”
She licked her lips. “Anywhere?”
“Yes.” The word ended on a hiss as her small hand curled around his sex.
She made a hum of approval as her grip moved up and down the column of hard flesh, driving his arousal higher and higher.
“Do not stop,” he instructed her as he began his own explorations.
He intended to drive her to the point of madness with desire.
Long pleasurable minutes later, he realized that every moan of pleasure he pulled from her, every restless movement of her body, drove him closer to the edge of losing his own control.
He’d never found it so hard to hold back, not even the first time he’d lain with a woman.
But Aaliyah
Amari was some kind of sensual sorceress, every sexy whimper a powerful spell on his body.
Even when he pressed her legs apart and put his mouth on her, his own body reacted like she was touching him.
She cried out, tried to pull away. “No. That’s…I don’t think…”
He lifted his head. “Do not think, habibti. Feel.”
He tasted her, the sweet tang of her arousal exploding on his tongue as the scent of almonds mixed with musk created a heady perfume around him.
Each woman had her own unique scent, but he had never found one so alluring.
He pushed his tongue inside her and pulled it out again, kissing her in ultimate intimacy.
She mewled, but when he shifted his head so he could flick her clitoris before circling it with the tip of his tongue, she screamed. Long and loudly.
Her responsiveness was addictive and he went back again and again for more of her taste, more of her reactions, using his tongue to lave and then caress with his consciously hardened tip. He added a finger to her passage, reveling in the slick wetness he found there.
She moved against him, her sounds growing more and more desperate, her muscles contracting and relaxing until she went rigid and came. Her thighs locked on either side of his head.
He did not mind at all. He had no intention of moving.
He softened the caress of his tongue, though, pulling his finger from inside her, drawing out her pleasure but not to the point of discomfort.
She went rigid once more and then completely boneless, her legs flopping down to leave her completely open to him.
It was time for the next step: rebuilding her sexual need until she was whimpering for release.
