Hidden in the Sheikh's Harem: Christmas at the Castello(23)

The wanton part won out and he rewarded her with long firm strokes of  his tongue. 'That's it, habiba, let yourself go.' His lips latched on to  a part of her that made her body tighten with anticipation and she no  longer knew exactly what he was doing to her or what part of himself he  was doing it with, every cell in her body assaulted by a kaleidoscope of  sensation it was stretching to reach. 'You taste so good,' he crooned  between licks. 'Hot and sweet.'

'Zachim, Zach-please, please, I...' She didn't know what she was asking  him for but suddenly she screamed as sensation ripped through her body,  holding her for one brief, paralysing moment before tossing her into a  maelstrom of pleasure that had her falling, falling...

'I've got you.' Dimly she was aware of his hand between her legs, of  his fingers pushed up inside her, locking her into place, absorbing the  shudders that wouldn't seem to stop while he held her against him.

She could hear her own harsh breathing but she couldn't stop it. Couldn't... 'What did you just do to me?'

His mouth lingered on hers, easing her back down to earth. 'I gave you an orgasm.' Masculine satisfaction coated each word.

'Oh.' Farah licked her lips. She could taste him there and also herself.

'Good, yeah?'                       
       
           



       

She felt her already hot cheeks catch fire.

'It's okay, sweetheart. I want to do that again-have you come in my  mouth. I want- Hell.' He swore and muttered something about a bed before  scooping her up in his arms.

'What's wrong?'

'I just remembered that you haven't done this before. I don't know how I  forgot.' He twisted the doorknob and shouldered open the door. 'I'm  sorry if I scared you.'

Farah buried her head against his shoulder and inhaled his male scent. He hadn't scared her, exactly. 'It was nice.'

'Nice? That was more than nice.' He placed her on the bed and slipped  off her bra. Completely naked now, Farah stared up at him. A muscle  flicked in his jaw.

'You're exquisite.' He came down over the top of her and lashed the tip  of her naked breasts with his tongue. The sensation was so piercing  Farah nearly shot off the bed. 'Oh. Oh. Do that again. Please...'

'With pleasure, habiba,' he purred against her aroused flesh. 'With pleasure.'

* * *

Her tiny little panting breaths were going to be the end of him, Zach  decided as he tried to keep from yanking off his sweats and driving  straight into her nude body. Especially with her squirming beneath him  like she was.

He placed a hand on her hip to stay her, wanting to draw out the  moment, wanting to memorise every dip and curve of her silky skin.  Wanting to feast on her tight little nipples that were now the colour of  dark berries from where he'd sucked them-and they were just as sweet.  As was every part of her; he wanted to lick and kiss her all over,  starting with her mouth and ending with his face buried deep between her  thighs again. The way she had come apart before, the shock widening her  chocolate-brown eyes as she'd reached the absolute pinnacle of pleasure  for the first time, would stay with him always.

'Zachim?' Her voice was soft, questioning, and he realised he was staring at her.

He drew a lazy circle around the swells of her breasts. 'What do you want, sweetheart?' He lapped at her. 'More of this?'

'Yes, oh, yes!' she gasped. 'But I want... I want to see you. To touch you.'

He'd be damned if he didn't want that, too. 'I'm all yours.' He sat up  and stilled when he felt her small hands lift to his chest. She smoothed  them over him, testing the firmness of his muscles, the springiness of  his chest hair. He worked out regularly, so he knew he was in shape, but  watching her avid face as she took him in was a pleasure all by itself.  Who would have known?

Her movements grew bolder as she worked her hands over his shoulders  and down his arms, then back up to stroke them down his happy trail.  Every muscle in his body tensed as she stopped at his sweats riding low  on his hips. His erection was so hard he was surprised he hadn't burst a  seam.

Unable to wait any longer, he came over the top of her. She looked up  at him, her eyes questioning. 'I want to make this last,' he said  thickly, bending his head and nipping at her lips. She opened instantly  and Zach moaned, settling his weight on top of her.

She wound her arms around his neck and he widened her legs and gently  slid a finger along her damp curls to test her readiness. She was still  hot and slick and he had to bite back a low groan, pleased when a  whimper escaped her lips and she raised her hips to meet his gentle  thrusts. 'You like that?' He inhaled her aroused scent. 'You like it  when I touch you?'

'Yes, oh, yes.' She widened her knees even more and Zach slipped  another finger inside her tight sheath, preparing her for his  possession. Sweat broke out over his forehead and his muscles shook with  the effort to hold himself back.

He watched her eyes glaze over and felt masculine pride that he could  get her so close to the edge again so quickly. She was his. All his. Her  dark hair was a messy cloud around her head, her slender limbs  quivering for more. So he gave it to her, bending his head to tongue her  nipple while circling her clitoris with his thumb. She nearly came off  the bed and he growled his appreciation and took the tight bud deeper.  He went from one to the other until she was writhing and moaning on the  bed.

'Zachim, I need more. Please. I want-'

'Me,' he finished for her. 'Only me.'

Rearing up, he quickly stripped the sweats from his legs and noticed  her eyes widen at the sight of him. 'Don't worry, habiba, we will fit  together.'

She swallowed. 'I don't know how.'

Zach smoothed her sweat-dampened hair from her face. 'I'll make it good  for you. Open your legs for me, Farah,' he instructed after she had  closed them at the sight of him.                       
       
           



       

Gently nudging her knees wide with his own he settled his hips between  her thighs. She was so wet the tip of his erection slid a little way  into her without him meaning to. She lifted against him and he stilled.  'Easy, habiba, I don't want to hurt you.'

He felt her muscles clamp down around him and his body shuddered as it  fought for control. Barely holding back he leaned down to kiss her. When  he felt her attention absorbed by his mouth, he slid in a little  deeper, gritting his teeth as her soft heat surrounded him. By Allah,  but going slow was torture. 'Sweetheart, habiba, just relax a little  more for me.'

Sweat slicked his skin as she shifted beneath him and it was all he  could do not to drive into her with one wild, brutal thrust home.

'Zachim...'

She lifted against him and it was Zach's undoing. 'I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I have to-' He slid deep and heard her gasp.

He stilled, waiting for her to push him away. Instead she stroked his  slick shoulders, his back, reaching down to cup his buttocks.

Zach pulled out a little way and pushed back in. She was hot, wet and  so soft beneath him. So responsive. 'How are you? Does it hurt?'

'No, I... It feels like you're filling me up.'

'I am, sweetheart.' Zach withdrew and plunged into her a little more roughly. 'I'm all the way in.'

She gasped his name and something primal uncoiled inside him. Something  unsettling, like a whispered warning. Tensing he tried to catch the  essence of it but Farah lifted to him, trying to match his rhythm, and  he stopped thinking and helped her, guiding her, learning her, his brain  focused on only one objective.

He could feel the slight tremors of her contractions and sense the  urgency of her impending orgasm as her body pushed up to meet his. The  pleasure was so intense he lost all sense of control, his body driven by  an ancient instinct that threw them both over the edge into a place  he'd never known was possible.

For a long time afterwards, Zach lay staring at the ceiling, Farah  asleep at his side, wondering if he'd ever experienced anything like  what had just happened. Wondering if the world had ever stopped at the  point of his joining with a woman before. Wondering if he had ever felt  this sense of completion before, this happy.

It seemed like a ludicrous emotion to have in bed. Satisfaction, yes. Pleasure, a given. But completion? Joy? Possessiveness?

He turned onto his side and tucked a silky strand of her hair behind  her ear. She sighed and curled closer. Zach rubbed his chest, too tired  to think let alone analyse what he was feeling. What did it matter  anyway? It was what it was. Farah was his wife and there was no going  back now.

* * *

Blinking against a room filled with light, Farah slowly opened her eyes  and listened to the distant street noises that told her she should have  been up hours ago. Then she remembered why she wasn't in such glorious,  technicolour detail that she wasn't sure if she should feel appalled or  delighted. Certainly she'd never experienced that kind of pleasure in  her life before.