Vectra was boneless, a limp shell energized by the pure sensation that only enabled her to moan and writhe as she relied on Qasim’s support to hold her up. Her moans gained volume, and then she was hiccupping Qasim’s name when his finger delved beneath the barrier between it and her core. Her entire body tensed as her satiny walls clenched and trapped his finger.
“We have to talk,” she sobbed. “Sim.” She moaned when he responded by adding another thick finger to his wicked claiming of her body.
“Sim—”
“It can wait.” He tongued her ear.
Vectra was drained of her pleas, accepting that he held no interest in them. Neither did she. She surrendered to the thrilling two-finger thrust that stirred her into a frenzy. Her hips rolled and bucked. She sought to embrace the sensations that collided through her quivering form, a result of his devilish handling of her sex. In minutes, it seemed, she was coming apart in his arms. A fierce orgasm ricocheted through her.
Qasim gave her less than a minute to recover from her release. Then, he scooped her high, carrying her through the graceful, classically furnished suite to the bedroom in the back. He sat down to the foot of the bed, still carrying her. His hands still cupped her bottom.
Vectra straddled his lap and went to work on the custom-made jacket and shirt he wore. She pulled the garments from his wide back and shoulders. Qasim found his way under her dress, hooking his thumbs inside the crotch of her panties and using them to simultaneously stimulate the silken slit of her femininity.
Vectra bit down on her lip, eager to be ushered into a second climax. Qasim had other ideas, choosing instead to get her out of her dress and under things.
“Cooperate or I’ll tear it off your back,” he murmured in a teasing whisper, smiling when she dutifully raised her arms.
He gave no such instruction regarding her panties. Those, he ripped away with one effective tug to the crotch. Still, he refused to give her what she wanted. Fixated on her breasts bouncing before his face, he cupped the caramel-hued orbs. While rolling one nipple between thumb and forefinger, he gave the other the benefit of an intense suck. Her hiccupping gasp near his ear was as much a stimulant as the feel of her nipple marbling on his tongue.
She urged him on with whispered words while pushing more of her breast into his skillful mouth. Qasim’s reaction was immediate as a low sound vibrated up from his gut. Vectra felt him squeeze her hips an instant before she was tossed to her stomach upon the bed. Her nails clutched at the shiny black-and-white fabric of the comforter. Her back arched sharply when his teeth scraped her hips and the curve of her derriere.
“Sim...” she moaned into the cushiony bed covering, lifting her bottom reflexively when his palms slipped beneath her thighs to draw her back. Vectra felt him settle in behind her, lying flat on his stomach, as well.
She melted, feeling his nose at the curve of one butt cheek. Then his tongue was teasing the hollow area between. His hold tightened when she jerked, sensually startled by the location of his tongue. He probed her intimately, teasing and then extending his reach to drive into her channel.
Vectra sobbed her pleasure into one of the pillows that cradled her face. He’d loosened his hold on her hips, allowing her to buck and sway more freely. She cried his name when he brought his fingers back into the act. Skimming her folds, he ruthlessly delved inside while stirring her clit beneath the wide pad of his thumb.
Qasim worked her deftly, all the while easing up to shelter Vectra beneath him and savagely kicking off the rest of his clothes along the way. A soft rustling of plastic merged in with labored breathing and hoarse cries. Qasim cringed while easing protection over a painfully rigid erection. Still, he was able to take her with care. Once tightly enveloped in her sheath, he lost any ability for restraint.
Vectra reached up to hook her hand around Sim’s neck, her fingers grazing the silken hair at his nape. Hips rocked and bucked on a slow, strong rhythm that forced throaty moans past their mouths. Flat beneath Qasim on the bed, Vectra plummeted and tumbled into an abyss of sensation she had no wish to find her way out of.
“So how long does it take for one person to pick all these?”
Vectra smiled, her hand pausing over the vine she crouched before. She collected a few more of the plump grapes. “I don’t know since I’ve never done it. There’s always a first time, though.” She straightened, looking out over the unending rows of healthy crop.
“This section of Carro is a private orchard for family use.” She pointed toward the southwest portion in the distance. “There’s other produce grown here. Besides us, the employees and their families are welcome to collect here at no charge.”