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Pleasure flowed right to her core and she felt the heat growing even more intense. She grasped at his shoulders, digging her nails into his flesh, desperate to signal to him the intensity of her pleasure. He groaned in response.
Then he straightened and shook off his robe, dropping it quickly to the floor by their side. All he wore were a tight pair of boxers. Beneath the fabric she saw his thickness, even more heavy and powerful looking than it had looked when she'd seen him naked at the pool. She could see just how aroused he was. There was no mistaking his desire now.
His chest was broad and covered in a dense, thick dark hair. His abs were perfectly defined ridges that just made her want to reach out and run a finger across them.
Gemma swallowed, anticipation taking hold of her again. She wanted to touch him. Wanted to feel the heat of his skin, the burning furnace of his need.
Her own impatience was taking possession of her just as Ahmed was claiming her as his own. But she restrained herself.
Ahmed reached out, taking hold of her robe. He bent slightly, tugging it down the length of her body until she it was piled loose around her feet. She kicked it away. Now she was dressed only in her panties and flat shoes. She got rid of the shoes in an instant.
He swept her up in his arms, his bare chest crushing against her breasts. He kissed her with a fearsome intensity. She felt the rough hair of his chest against her breasts. That just made her nipples harden even more.
As she lifted her head, seeking more from his kiss, she felt his firmness pressing insistently against her belly. Her throat tightened and she moaned one again.
The heat of his hardness was as warm as the rest of his entire body. And that body was swiftly taking possession of her. With each moment she felt like she was being drawn deeper and deeper into a world she knew nothing about.
But he was the expert, here, she told herself. He'd already shown her he knew exactly which part of her body to touch to ignite treacherous desire. Right now, he was the master.
There was no doubting what was going to happen next.
And she had already accepted it.
She realized that all of this had been somehow inevitable.
Perhaps even fated.
His lips parted from hers and he slid an arm around her waist and started walking with her toward the sleeping alcove. In the dim light, she could see the bed. It looked inviting, so welcoming.
But, as she gazed at it, walking by his side, she felt the stirrings of concern in her belly. Surely he knew how much this meant to her.
That this would be the first time.
They halted next to the bed. He surprised her by sitting down on the edge of the bed and placing his hands gently on the side of her hips. The skin of his fingers felt rough against the softness of her skin. He looked up at her. "Gemma" he murmured softly.
She smiled at him, but didn't say anything. Even if she'd tried to say something, she was sure her voice would have betrayed her nerves.
Maybe he'd noticed that already. She was sure he could see the hesitancy in her eyes.
She reached down and ran her fingers through his hair, which was slightly damp, now.
Then he started lavishing soft kisses on her middle. He started on her belly, kissing her skin there with the lightest touch of his lips. Gemma gasped. The heat of his lips on her cool skin was like sweet fire.
He worked his way across her belly to the edge of her hips, his lips tracing a delicate line down her side. Each kiss made her quiver with delight.
Her legs felt weak. She rested her hand on his head, not wanting him to stop, while trying to control the sensations sweeping through her.
Then she felt him tugging at her panties. She glanced down and watched as he slowly eased them down. She shifted slightly, opening her legs a little and he slid the panties down to her feet. She pushed them away.
Now she was naked before him.
Utterly exposed, for the first time.
She saw him lean back and gaze upon her, his features full of dark appreciation. He ran his gaze down the length of her naked body.
As he did so, she felt as if, even with that gaze, he was caressing her, touching every part of her naked skin.
She shivered with ecstasy. This was new feeling, unbelievable pleasure. And she knew he hadn't even begun, yet.
