Embrace My Heart(41)

“Vectra.” Qasim spoke her name each time he slid home to be gloved inside her. He’d wanted her for so long and had imagined so many ways of taking her, ways upon ways that had been paired and then shifted in such a way that it would take an eternity to experience them all.

He wanted to pace himself, but she made that impossible.

“Sim...”

He crouched closer, caging her. “Come for me.”

The request had a shattering effect on Vectra. Quivering, she gave in to the feelings his body inside hers had given her. She felt his hand flex almost painfully on her hip as his own release erupted. She felt his seed filling the condom, and she reflexively clenched. Her walls milked his sex until he was the one gasping for reprieve.

The lovers remained locked in their embrace for a long while before either felt like breaking the bond. When they did, it was to reclaim the sweet spooning embrace they had started the night with.



Dawn made its appearance in subtle fashion that morning. Vectra snuggled in closer to the heated wall that was Qasim’s chest. She smiled, soothed by the sound of rain tapping the expansive windows that comprised an entire side of the bedroom.

The day was slated to be a dreary one, but the overcast weather had no effect on Vectra. Contentment ruled her, and she was happy to let it take the lead. The strong, dependable beat of Qasim’s heart had lulled her to sleep once he’d drawn her back next to him, and its arousing rhythm thudded through her.

They had changed positions during the few hours of sleep that had followed the rapacious love scene that had begun during the morning’s wee hours. Vectra woke with his chest pillowing her head, and she wished they could spend the day that way.

Qasim must have felt the same. He stirred when she wriggled against him.

He pressed his face to the top of her head. “Will you stay with me today?”

Vectra bit her lip, secreting away the happiness brightening her face. “Don’t you have billions to make for someone today?” She heard him laugh and gave in to a bit of girlish lash-fluttering over the sound.

“I made everybody their billions yesterday,” he said.

“In that case, I’d be thrilled to lounge the day away with you.”

“Who said anything about lounging?”

Qasim hoisted her up, and Vectra found herself lying flush against him. Her heart jumped into her throat, but she managed to swallow around it. “Your stamina is unreal.”

He cupped the back of her head, brushing his thumb through her clipped, sleek locks. “It’s all natural.”

Vectra didn’t doubt the boast, but she didn’t have time to share that. He was occupying her mouth with his sinful, skillful tongue.

She moaned, returning the slow swirls he used to entice a response she was all too willing to give. Without hesitation, her tongue tangled with his, and she synced her tongue thrusts with his. When she felt his engorged sex insistently nudging her inner thighs, she instantly gasped, giving him leave to deepen their lusty kiss.

Sensuously slow, she writhed against him, slowing once her core aligned with his iron thickness. She whimpered over the sheer satisfaction he was capable of providing with that part of his anatomy.

A low sound of lurking promise rushed heat through her extremities and robbed her of any teasing intent. Hungrily, she crested her palms along the taut, licorice muscle of his amazing chest and abdomen.

Using the granite slab of his torso for leverage, Vectra pushed into a sitting position. Straddling his lap as she was sent shudders through her body. Rippling throbs came next, a direct result of his erection nudging her entrance.

Qasim caught her hips. He primed her with a few warning squeezes, the last of which he used to lift her up, only to ease her back down to sit on his massive upper thighs. A few more of those enticing nudges and he’d be sinking his bare sex inside hers.

He reached beneath the pillow cradling his head, located a condom, tore into the packet and set it in place.

Then he claimed her.

Vectra found she was too passion drunk from sensation to do much more than cling to him for purchase.

Qasim had no problem taking command of their encounter. Maneuvering her svelte body only required trace amounts of his considerable strength. Grabbing her hips, he lowered and lifted her to his satisfaction, grunting each time she sheathed him in a tight, warm haven of cream.

Vectra swayed and rotated her hips, her body wrought with elation. She could feel him tense in the telltale sign that prefaced release.

The pressure increased against her walls. She threw back her head, her voice hoarse from the many times she’d cried out her enjoyment that morning.

Once Qasim had spent himself, she collapsed upon his chest. The sounds of their breathing mingled with the rain.