Qasim moved, as well. The hand cupping her breast skimmed its underside then journeyed beyond her ribs, across her stomach and down to the waxed triangle of skin above her core. When he simultaneously sucked a nipple and pressed a long, thick finger into her sex, her whimpering mounted into open-mouthed sobs of ecstasy with every movement of his hand. In moments, she was in the throes of her first climax.
Qasim raised his head to watch her react to his touch. Possessiveness locked in, full and viselike, inside the most basic part of him. Qasim knew in that moment that she was never getting rid of him. The sounds she uttered and the captivating artistry of her were only for him.
She was for him.
Qasim mentally shook off the idea. He didn’t want to focus on matters he hadn’t quite worked out with the moment at hand. Her luminous eyes opened and settled on his face. He could feel her intimately fisting around his finger, milking all remnants of sensation even as she came down just a fraction from her peak.
He saw apology in her gaze amidst her satisfaction. There was regret that she’d so suddenly lost control.
“I want to see that again,” he told her before she could do anything foolish like apologize for coming without him.
“Sim,” she said. She’d uttered his nickname.
It was something she’d never done in all the time he’d known her. He had planned to take his time with her, had practically broken every traffic law en route to driving there that night thinking about the ways he’d intended to do that.
There would be time, he swore even as he willed restraint to assert itself. Pointless. He was too far gone with desire that had taken root long ago.
Vectra felt her heart thud at an almost deafening intensity when he started to remove his clothes. He’d worn a simple, yet finely crafted milk-chocolate crew shirt beneath a sports jacket of a darker chocolate. The colors were gorgeous against his perfect licorice skin.
She could hear herself swallow as he peeled off the jacket to reveal stunningly corded forearms. The muscular planks flexed and captured her attention as he reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and drew a nice supply of condoms.
Vectra’s lashes fluttered, anticipation taking flight once more as the sound of cascading packets hit a far-off section of the big bed. She didn’t look in the direction they settled. She was too riveted by Qasim doffing his shirt.
One tug to the collar at the back of his neck eased the garment up his back and over his head. Vectra gasped when she saw his chest. She’d known he was built, but even their recent closeness hadn’t come close to preparing her for the sight of him with no barriers. He seemed more massive than his expensive suits implied.
His pecs were heavy slabs of dark, packed muscle above his carved abs. Vectra reached out, needing to prove that he was really there and hers for the touching.
Qasim captured her hand, resting it flat against one granite pec and pulling her from her back in a fluid move. Vectra found herself straddling his lap, and she shivered when her nipples nudged and caressed his. Kissing resumed again, and with it, the ravenous sounds of unsated lust. Vectra took her fill of his X-rated torso, nails raking every inch of skin she touched.
Qasim tunneled his fingers into her short, dark hair, cradling her head as he caged her beneath him again. He took infinite care, evidently fearing he’d smother her with his bulk. He kept one hand fisted near her ribs on the bed, bracing a forearm to support his weight. She tugged, wrapping her long legs about his waist and moaning amidst the kiss. She loved the way he felt covering her.
Qasim cradled Vectra’s head. All the while, he drove his tongue deeply into her mouth, which he also filled with his guttural groans.
Vectra felt an insistent pressure against her inner thigh, and she laughed appreciatively when she realized Qasim was undoing his belt and trouser fastening. She assisted, smoothing her hands over massive shoulders and across the sinewy plane of his back. Her fingers skimmed just below the waistband of his trousers and boxers.
Her plans to help slide them away became sidetracked by his toned ass. She hungrily squeezed while easing him nearer to her aching femininity.
None-too-gentle sounds funneled up from Qasim’s chest as any and all patience fled. He broke their kiss, panting out labored moans as his head rested on her clavicle, and he jerked out of what was left of his clothing.
Vectra was certain she hadn’t reached her limit of adoration upon his incredible body. She was right. Once freed, his erection jutted magnificently, and she reflexively licked her lips as questions surged. The most prevalent of which was, Is it as good as it looks?
Dazedly, she cupped him in a loose fist, testing the length and weight of him. Closing her hand around him was impossible. Orgasmic sensations stirred at what weighted her palm. Anticipation had her swooning while her imagination ran wild conjuring what he’d feel like inside her.