CHAPTER TWELVE
As one they slid into bed. He sealed his lips over hers, giving her a taste of her cream. Olivia’s senses buzzed. Tasting herself on his tongue was both erotic and oddly intimate.
Khalid quickly divested himself of his garments and then sat back on his haunches. Seeing him in the flesh, framed in the warm glow of the brazier, was mind-boggling. There wasn’t an ounce of excess flesh anywhere on his body, just hard, sinewy muscles that defined his upper pectorals, brawny thighs, and washboard abs.
Moaning at the loss of contact, Olivia reached for him. He laid one hand against her belly, while the other with the help of his teeth tore at a purple drawstring bag. Once open, he dumped the contents on the bed.
“What is that?” she asked, eyeing the sheath in his hands. Brown and waxy, it looked like a small intestine.
“It’s a lambskin condom.” Khalid frowned. “You told me you didn’t want to have children.”
“I’d rather get pregnant than die from disease.”
Khalid balled the prophylactic in his hand and threw it across the tent. Disgruntled, he shoveled his hands through his hair. “I’m trying to respect your wishes.”
Olivia felt her heart constrict. Moved by his concern, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed her back into him. Hissing, Khalid’s back bowed.
“You keep wiggling your body against like me that and you’re going to end up on your back.”
Olivia nipped his ear. “Promise?”
“Tarhanin,” His voice, barely above a growl, vibrated through her.
“There are better ways of preventing pregnancy.”
“Like what?” His hands found her thighs and he stroked them.
“There are certain times of the month when it’s safe for you to do anything and everything you want to me.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. “Is it that time of the month?”
Olivia nibbled at his ear. “Yes.”
Khalid twisted around and slammed her on her back. He wiggled his hips, wedging his cock against her sex. Hard and hot, the head bumped up against her *. Olivia lifted her legs, angling her hips just so, which enabled her to wrap them high on his back. She wanted him to get as deep as possible.
“For how long?” he asked, rotating his hips.
For a brief moment, Olivia forgot they’d been discussing the rhythm method. His hips were mind numbing. “Seven or eight days, not counting my menses.”
With a growl that curled her toes, Khalid pushed up, seating himself to the root. His eyes met hers and he smiled. “When I start f*cking you, I don’t think I’m ever going to want to stop.”
Olivia was equally appalled and captivated by his words. More the former, considering the sudden wetness between her legs. Not surprising since everything about him turned her on. From his exotic good looks and the hungry way he stared at her, to his seemingly insatiable desire for her.
“You’re so beautiful.” He pumped his hips, withdrawing and thrusting. At that moment with him deep inside her and his eyes so dark they appeared black, the feelings swirling through her troubled her in its ferocity. It made her vulnerable, open and completely unable to keep her emotions in check.
She was falling for him. Falling fast.
“Olivia,” he snarled as he slammed into her, incredibly thick and hard as stone. His total domination of her body heightened her desire to a feverish pitch. Their connection, both mentally and emotionally, was so intimate. So intense. Olivia didn’t want it to end.
Good lord, she thought, he’s turned me into a hedonist just like him!
“You feel so good,” he said, burying his face in the space between her neck and collarbone. His knees wedged under her buttocks, lifting her slightly. Curled over her, body hunched, he pumped into her with wild abandon. Bliss shot through her like an electric jolt with each commanding thrust.
He swiveled his hips, hitting a sweet spot inside her. The sensation was magnified by the confined position she lay in. An orgasm mushroomed inside her, threatening her equilibrium. Her body seized up, her heart palpitated so fiercely she found it difficult to breathe.
“I’ll never get enough,” he growled.
Skin hot and dripping in sweat, their bodies slammed against each other’s. His hands caressed the length of her torso, touching her from hip to breast. He plumped a breast in his hands, kneaded and then captured her nipple in his mouth.
Writhing, Olivia clenched around him, her nails digging into the rise of his ass, and she climaxed in a maelstrom that had her sobbing his name.
Khalid didn’t stop. In one swift movement, he rolled onto his back bringing her with him. Hands at her hips he rocked her hips back and forth, working his cock higher, deeper into her.
“I love it when you’re on top,” he growled. “So deep.”
He lifted her slightly and pumped into her in quick succession, hitting that sensitive spot which always caused her to lose her grip on reality. Olivia clasped his forearms to hold on, it barely helped. She felt like she was falling, both physically and mentally.
“About to come.” He sat up, and trailed his mouth down her neck, brushing over her pulse. He sucked and laved his tongue over the life line. Olivia shuddered around him again. She squeezed her eyes shut and came for a second time.
Khalid followed, his body shaking violently. He clutched her to him with barely an inch to spare between them, still pounding into her. His release was so savage and oddly beautiful in its ferocity, Olivia cupped his face and kissed him. He came, screaming her name against her mouth.
The scent of vanilla and orange tickled Khalid’s nostrils. Like an aphrodisiac, her scent always drove him wild, even awakening him from a light slumber. Automatically, Khalid reached for her. He slid his hand over her satiny skin, explored her supple curves. As expected, his cock filled with blood, extending against his thigh. He gripped the hard length, readying himself for more.
Khalid shook himself. His obsession had turned into an insatiable lust he didn’t see abating any time soon.
“Are you awake?” Curled against him, one leg thrown over his, she kissed a hot path along his breast bone.
“How can I sleep when you’re doing such a good job of keeping me awake?”
“Good!” Giggling, she stumbled from the bed before he could roll her beneath him. “We can open my presents.”
She sauntered across the room, her heart-shaped ass bouncing, and capturing his attention. She threw open her clothing chest, retrieved a green caftan and tossed it over her head, covering her luscious body.
Khalid groaned. Playing Santa Claus was the last thing on his mind. He could go another round or three. Still, Olivia’s excitement was rather infectious and he was eager to see her reaction to his gifts. After donning a pair of trousers, he followed her into the tent’s main area.
She hadn’t waited for him. She already sat cross-legged at the table, the burlap bag on the floor beside her.
“You know you didn’t have to buy me anything,” she chastised him as he sat next to her.
“I didn’t have to.” Unable to keep his hands to himself, he curved his hand around her slender neck. “But I wanted to because you’re my woman.”
Her eyes swung to him and she smiled, brightening the room more than a hundred braziers would. Khalid reached up and massaged his chest. He was so head-over-heels in love with this woman the thought of possibly losing her pained him.
She launched into the bag and withdrew a rectangular box. Khalid recognized the gift. “You’ll going to really like this,” he hinted.
Her brown eyes alight with wonderment, her tiny hands tore through the paper wrapping.
“Gauze?”
Khalid plucked the box from her hand. “Medical dressing made from the finest cotton and imported from Palestine,” he stated, reading the product’s packaging out loud.
“Nice,” she muttered, setting the box aside. “Can’t beat top-quality bandages.”
She dug into the bag and pulled out another gift. Khalid beamed at the cylinder package with pride.
“Am I going to love this one as well?” she asked.
Khalid nodded.
Slowly, her hands detached the string holding the wrapping in place.
“Umm…yeeaahh,” she held up the brown bottle, label side up, “alcohol…just what I needed.”
Delighted his gifts were going over so well, Khalid handed her another one. Small and square, the beribboned package barely filled his open palm. The gift was his coup de grace. “This was a real find. According to the pharmacist, he can’t keep them on the shelves.”
Olivia took the box from him and opened it. She turned the smelling salts to and fro, even took a whiff to test the efficacy, but other than that she remained silent.
Feeling slightly less confident than a moment ago, Khalid decided to sell her on his selection. “I was assured smelling salts are essential in any medical practice. Did you know that London Bobbies actually carry them?”
Olivia stared down at the gifts for half a beat. He in turn studied her, memorized her delicate profile, the pert tilt of her button nose, her full lips. Khalid envisioned the latter wrapped around his cock and wondered if she’d be averse to taking a break from unwrapping her gifts.
“Did you say medical practice?” she asked, pulling Khalid from his lecherous thoughts.
Khalid nodded. “I thought you would appreciate things you could use. Medicine is your passion and you seemed happiest when helping others.”
Silently, she regarded the items on the table, both her expression and brown eyes unreadable. The longer she sat there a proliferation of inadequacy bombarded Khalid. Not liking the alien feeling, he reached for the bag containing the remaining medical supplies. “If the gifts don’t please you,” he muttered. “I’ll return them or donate them to a clinic in Saint Louis.”
“You’ll do no such thing.” Olivia slipped onto his lap, completely distracting him. She hooked one arm around his neck, the other pulling the bag from his hand. She wiggled her bottom, securing her perch which wedged his cock against her buttocks. Shuddering with desire, Khalid wrapped his arms around her waist, keeping her there.
“You sure you’re happy with them?” He nuzzled his nose against her temple and inhaled. One of his favorites, the black lime body oil she wore triggered every one of his nerve endings. When she’d sat down on his lap, his balls had tightened. Now his cock sprang to life, the quickly mushrooming head seeking her warmth.
“It’s quite obvious you hate my gifts,” he rasped, his head fuzzy with desire.
She turned her head toward him. Their lips brushed and Khalid groaned. He’d never wanted a woman so much in his life. So much so, he’d do anything to make her happy…short of allowing her to leave him, of course.
“Then why the lackluster response?”
“I thought I was being punished or pranked.”
Khalid’s eyes widened. “A joke?”
“Well, most men give jewels, fur coats, or chocolates.”
“I do as well, but you didn’t respond to those.” Khalid recalled the gifts he’d showered her with and how she’d turned her nose up at every single one. The feeling of dejection he’d experienced from her constant rebuffs instantly soured his mood.
“Stop pouting.” She ran a finger along his bottom lip.
“I am not pouting.” He looked away, then his eyes swung back to her. “Okay, I’m pouting. I hate being denied anything. When I want something, I won’t stop until it’s mine. I may sound arrogant, but it’s my nature.”
“I wouldn’t want you to change.” She leaned forward and nipped his bottom lip.
“No?” Khalid groaned.
“Your arrogance both infuriates and excites me,” she whispered. “If there’s any consolation, these gifts mean more to me than the others.”
“They do?” Heart hammering, Khalid acted upon on his primal nature. He bunched the material of her dress in his hands, and slowly pulled it up to expose her shapely thighs.
“Your gifts were chosen with care.” She slipped from his arms and rose. In one deft movement, she hauled her dress over her head and flung it aside. Khalid gulped. Petite with pert breasts, a slightly rounded belly and luscious hips, she was a goddess!
“You’ve shown me that not only do you know me, but you respect me as well,” she said, dropping down to straddle his hips.
“Will you allow me to respect you in another way?” Khalid cupped her heart-shaped ass. He kneaded and massaged her firm flesh, while awaiting her answer. He smiled to himself when she bit down on her bottom lip and her fingers dug into his shoulders.
“You’d better respect me in more ways than one.”
Growling, Khalid shoved her gifts aside at the same time he lifted her from his lap. He placed her on the table, and then dropped to his knees. Without any prompting, she opened herself like a flower.