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He set his hands on my knees and pushed them apart. “Color, Piper?”
I closed my eyes, my whole body flushing with embarrassment. I’d waxed myself bare in anticipation of the upcoming week, but nobody had ever seen me like that.
“Green?”
“Do you think you’re green, or do you know you’re green?” he asked, holding my knees still.
“I’m green,” I said, infusing my response with confidence I didn’t really feel.
He slowly, but implacably, pushed my knees open, then stepped between them, keeping his eyes on my face.
“Are you sure?”
Yeah, I was sure. I drew him up for a kiss. He indulged me for a moment, then made his way down my throat, stopping to lick and suck on that sensitive spot where my neck hit my shoulder, drawing a moan out of me. I covered my mouth with my hand to silence the noise, but he drew it back down.
“James and Benedict are standing right outside that door. Let them know how good I’m making you feel, princess.”
Despite his instructions, I dragged my hand out of his and bit my finger to keep my strangled moans inside.
Ibrahim chuckled and kissed his way down my chest, over the bunched fabric at my waist, and then knelt in front of me. He wrapped his hands around my thighs and dragged me forward until I rested on the edge of the counter. Struggling to maintain my balance, I leaned backward on my hands, letting my legs dangle over his shoulders.
His short curls scraped along my thighs as he kissed his way from my knee to my exposed core.
“Oh sweetheart, you’re so fucking perfect–absolutely soaking for me.”
I whimpered as he drew closer, embarrassed by the wetness dripping out of me. He tightened his grip, not allowing me to squirm out of the way, then ran his nose up the middle of my core.
“Ibrahim,” I whispered as need shot through me. More. I need more. God, please.
He licked me, catching the evidence of my desire on his tongue, running it from my entrance to my clit. Ibrahim attacked me with the enthusiasm of a man starving, lapping and sucking at me as if he explored me entirely for his own ravenous pleasure.
I felt him latch his lips around my clit and closed my eyes, forgetting to keep quiet as I moaned, the sound echoing through the tiled bathroom as I writhed against him.
God, is this what good oral sex is like?
I was dying, floating, miserable with the force of my need, blissful from the pleasure that spiraled through me, a tornado of conflicting feelings. I shook my head, trying to bring myself back to the present, trying to regain control of my thoughts, the emotions tumbling through me.
“Piper, you’re getting distracted up there,” Ibrahim said, his voice low and rumbly against me, sending sparks of pleasure shooting up from where his lips moved against my swollen, aching clit.
I closed my eyes with embarrassment. How was I managing to ruin this? I had to get out of my head. “Still green, Ibrahim,” I whispered as his tongue wrapped around my clit, sensation sparking through me.
Ibrahim took matters into his own hands and plunged a finger into me, eliciting a whimper and driving my thoughts right out of my head. “You’re so gorgeous, Piper. Your pretty, pink pussy is hot and dripping for me, sucking my finger right in.” His words embarrassed me, and then settled in my chest, blossoming into feverish need. A few seconds later, he drove a second finger into me, scissoring and stretching me as he increased his speed, sucking my clit and lashing it with his tongue at the same time.
Need, sharp and hot, coiled in my core, tighter and tighter, until he slid a third finger into me at the same time he gently bit on my clit. I exploded. Stars filled my vision as he pumped his fingers in and out of me, drawing out the euphoria as long as he could, until I was a whimpering, quivering mess on the counter.
Ibrahim stood up, wrapping a hand around my head and dragging me to him for a kiss. The sharp, tangy taste of myself on his lips was erotic, and instantly I shifted from replete satisfaction to wanting him again.
I sat up on the counter, scooting back until I could balance on my own, and then attacked his belt, unbuttoning his pants, then dragging his hard length out of his boxers. My eyes widened at his size, and uncertainty clouded my gaze.
“Flattery will get you everywhere,” he laughed against my neck, holding me to him. I pumped my fist up and down his length a few times, trying to get a sense for how on earth he’d fit inside me.
“You gonna be okay, love? Color?” His brown eyes danced with mischief as he took in my trepidation. “I promise it’ll fit.”
I couldn’t tell if I blushed with need or from embarrassment. “I want you, Ibrahim. Green.”
“Oh, thank God,” he said. He took his wallet out of his back pocket and pulled out a foil packet. I took it out of his hands, tearing it open with my teeth and then unrolled the condom over him. “Wrap your legs around me, sweetheart.”
I moaned as my clit dragged up and down him with each step he took until my back was against the door and a tilt of his hips brought the tip of him to my entrance. “Are you ready, Perfect Piper?”
