His masculine smell invades my senses, and I close my eyes, wanting to take it all in, wondering if maybe I dreamed him up, because he’s too perfect to be true. Here I am having a pity party for one and bam, the most handsome man I’ve ever seen in my life comes barreling into the room, barreling into me, making all my doubts about tonight fade away.
I feel his lips at my neck, and I tilt my head, giving him all that he wants.
“Anything,” he tells me softly against my skin as he kisses his way up. “Everything you could ever want.” I slide my hands up his body and wrap them around his neck. “See how perfectly you fit to me. You’re mine. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I moan as he takes my earlobe between his teeth.
“Now open your eyes and look at me when you say it. I want you to know who you’re saying it to.”
I lazily open them as he pulls back to look at me. I miss his mouth on my skin, and I want it back. His bright blue eyes meet mine, making the air in my lungs freeze. The look he’s giving me is pure hunger. He’s starving for me.
“I want you,” I admit breathlessly.
“You have no idea what saying that to me makes me feel.” His voice is deeper now, possessive and raw.
I feel everything inside me melt. No one’s ever wanted me so much. I try to pull him closer, wanting his body fused to mine. My pleasure is growing, and my body is begging for some kind of release. He lifts his hand to cradle my head, and his big body closes in around me. The other hand goes to my breast, and I feel the roughness of his fingers touch just the tip of my nipple. It’s like a warm current blossoms in my chest at the feel of his hand on such an intimate place. But then his hand moves to the other one, and I can’t hold back the moan that leaves my lips.
I should be scared. He has me completely alone and pinned to a wall with no way to escape. But all I feel right now is the pulse between my thighs. I push my hips against him, silently begging for him to do something about it. Anything.
“Say it,” he pushes again, his fingers pinching slightly on that little peak.
“I’m yours,” I repeat. The words feel right as I confess them. Something about handing over ownership to him is freeing, and I give in to it.
“Keep quiet. Your sounds are for my ears alone.”
Suddenly heat is at my breast, and I feel him suck my nipple and more into his mouth. I close my eyes and let my head fall back against the wall as his hands grip my chest and hold my breasts out for the taking.
I don’t get a reprieve as his mouth alternates from one and then the other. Both of his big rough hands encompass my tender skin, and sweat trickles down my spine. My body must be on fire, but I don’t dare open my eyes to check as the pleasure mounts.
My nipples are already so sensitive, yet I want more of his attention. I shouldn’t be acting this way. But it’s too late to turn back. My body has awoken to pleasure like I’ve never dreamed of. And I will cling to it. To him.
“More,” I whine when his tongue flicks over my nipple, over and over. The flip of his warm slickness against me is nearly too much. Dampness has begun to spread between my legs, and I may die if I don’t find the edge of what’s building.
Chapter 4
Karim
Her moans are burning my body alive. The sound makes my own need increase to unbearable heights, and I need to satisfy the beast. The monster inside me is calling for her, and he won’t be silenced any longer.
Kneeling down in front of her, I push the frothy material up to her hips. I have to taste her. There’s nothing I can do to stop the hunger. When I push it to her waist, she grips the material and holds it out of the way for me.
“Good girl,” I say, and run my hands up her legs.
She’s wearing a pair of pink cotton panties that show a little wet spot. Her pussy is in need, and as her king I will see to her every need. After all, tonight she’ll become my wife in the eyes of the kingdom. It’s my royal duty to eat her pussy as long and as often as my queen wishes.
I press my nose to her panty-covered center and smell her scent. I close my eyes and moan at the heavenly smell of her cunt.
“I must taste you, my Giselle.”
I pull the panties to the side, revealing the little lips on her innocent pink pussy. I lick my lips and then lean forward, licking the slit. The taste is like sugar and woman on my tongue, and I see her legs tremble. I do it again, and this time she moves one leg out to the side, allowing me to taste more of her, giving herself over to me.
Taking the opening, I cover her pussy with my mouth and lap at her like a tiger, licking up her cream and nearly purring with delight. Her taste is so perfect. So mine. Her hand grips my hair tightly as I continue to pleasure her. Her legs spread a little more, and my hands go to her ass, gripping her cheeks and pulling her pussy closer to my mouth.