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He smirks, “Impatient?”
“Yes,” I confess, trembling under his touch.
“Good,” he growls before devouring one of my nipples into his mouth. His sharp teeth graze my sensitive skin, causing a shiver to run down my spine.
“More?” He asks, looking up at me with hooded eyes.
“Yes, please,” I whimper.
Emir locks eyes with me before sliding off the bed and kicking off his clothes, revealing his perfect body. He’s like a work of art, every muscle toned and defined. He climbs back on the bed, his erection standing tall against his stomach.
I watch him with rapt attention, wanting nothing more than to taste him. He crawls up my body, kissing and nipping his way up to my earlobe. He bites softly, causing me to gasp.
“You’re going to taste so good,” he murmurs.
He lowers his head, taking my nipple into his mouth once again, sucking hard. I cry out in pleasure, my hips bucking off the bed. He releases my nipple and moves his attention lower, teasing me with soft licks and gentle nibbles until he reaches my center. His tongue darts out, tasting me for the first time. I moan loudly, unable to contain myself. His fingers slide inside me, filling me up, and I feel myself getting wetter for him. I grasp the sheets, my entire body tingling with anticipation and lust.
The smell of leather and wood fills the air as he positions himself over me, his eyes never leaving mine. He slowly sinks into me, filling me completely. We both gasp at the tight fit. I wrap my legs around his hips, urging him to move. He thrusts slowly, taking me deeper with each motion. Our skin slaps together, causing a wet sound to fill the room. The bed creaks under our weight as he picks up the pace, his breathing growing heavier with each stroke.
I run my hands through his hair, feeling the coarse strands against my fingertips. His abs ripple with each forceful movement, and I can’t help but feel the pull of his strength. He growls, the sound vibrating through me, making every nerve stand on end.
The taste of copper fills my mouth as I bite down on my bottom lip to stifle my moans. Emir grunts and quickens his pace, his hips slapping against my own. I can feel him getting closer, the tension in his body increasing.
“Look at me,” he demands, pulling my face up to meet his gaze.
I look into his eyes, seeing the desire reflected back at me. He groans, throwing his head back in pleasure. The sound echoes in the room as his body tenses and he releases inside me.
As we catch our breath, he collapses on top of me, his chest heaving against mine. I run my fingers through his sweaty hair, enjoying the texture against my fingertips. “That was…amazing,” I pant, my heart racing from the intensity of the experience.
He chuckles, the vibration rumbling through my body. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had someone like you,” he admits, his voice low and gravelly.
I bite my lip, feeling both flattered and a bit nervous about the vulnerability he’s showing me. But before I can respond, there’s a soft knock at the door. Emir curses under his breath and rolls off of me, reaching for a robe on the nightstand.
“Stay here,” he commands, his voice still rough with desire. He walks towards the door, his stride purposeful and confident. I hear him open it, and there’s a hushed conversation outside. Then the door closes again, leaving me alone in his penthouse once more.
I lift myself up on one elbow, taking in my surroundings. The room is furnished in sleek, modern design, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a stunning view of the city skyline. A bar stocked with top-shelf liquor sits in one corner, and a large flat-screen TV mounted on the wall. The bed we just shared is covered in crumpled sheets, still holding the imprint of our bodies.
Emir’s workspace is meticulously organized, with neat stacks of paperwork and an impressive collection of rare books lining the shelves. A vintage record player sits in the corner, adding an air of sophistication.
I can’t help but smile as I snuggle into the pillows, wanting to stay here forever.
Three
Emir
The helicopter descends rapidly, whipping the salty ocean breeze into a frenzy as we approach the sandy shoreline. My heart races with excitement at the thought of surprising Ciara with this weekend getaway; a chance to escape the city and enjoy each other’s company in the most intimate way possible. As the chopper touches down, I extend my hand to help her out, my eyes locked onto hers, seeing the spark of curiosity and anticipation dancing there. She’s wearing a tiny bikini that shows off her curvy figure perfectly, making me ache with desire for her already.
We make our way through the soft sand towards the beach house, nestled among tall palm trees and blooming hibiscus flowers. The sound of crashing waves and chirping seagulls is our only accompaniment as I unlock the door and usher her inside. It’s dim and cool inside, the wood-paneled walls and polished floors contrasting with the warm sunshine outside. The smell of freshly cut lemons fills the air, reminding me of her favorite drink. I lead her to the kitchen, where I’ve set up a small table with champagne flutes, strawberries, and a white-chocolate cheesecake with her initials carved into it. Her jaw drops when she sees the sight, and I can’t help but feel satisfied at her reaction.
“This is… beautiful,” she breathes, running her fingers over the cold surface. “You really did plan this, didn’t you?”
I chuckle as I pour us both a drink. “Of course, my love. A weekend alone together is long overdue.”
We clink glasses and take the first sips, the bubbly liquid burning down our throats as our eyes lock once more. There’s something electric between us, something that makes the air crackle with potential energy. We move towards each other almost instinctively, our bodies pressed close in the small kitchen space. Her hands roam over my chest, her fingers tracing the lines of my tattoos as I nip at her plump lower lip. She tastes like strawberries and sunshine, and I can’t resist pushing her back against the counter, leaning in to kiss her deeply.
Our lips mesh together, tongues tangling in a passionate dance that leaves us both gasping for air. She slides her hands up my chest, over my shoulders, down my arms, and around my back, pulling me closer to her. I feel her heart racing against my own as we stand there, bodies pressed tightly together. It’s almost as if we’re one being, moving in perfect synchronicity. We stagger towards the living room area where I’ve set up a mattress on the floor, flicking on some low lighting that creates soft shadows across her creamy skin.
She gasps as she takes in the sight of the bed, already picturing us in it together. Her eyes meet mine, filled with heat and desire. “Are you sure this is what you want?” She whispers.
