But Aaliyah Amari was some kind of sensual sorceress, every sexy whimper a powerful spell on his body.
Even when he pressed her legs apart and put his mouth on her, his own body reacted like she was touching him.
She cried out, tried to pull away. “No. That’s...I don’t think...”
He lifted his head. “Do not think, habibti. Feel.”
He tasted her, the sweet tang of her arousal exploding on his tongue as the scent of almonds mixed with musk created a heady perfume around him.
Each woman had her own unique scent, but he had never found one so alluring.
He pushed his tongue inside her and pulled it out again, kissing her in ultimate intimacy.
She mewled, but when he shifted his head so he could flick her clitoris before circling it with the tip of his tongue, she screamed. Long and loudly.
Her responsiveness was addictive and he went back again and again for more of her taste, more of her reactions, using his tongue to lave and then caress with his consciously hardened tip. He added a finger to her passage, reveling in the slick wetness he found there.
She moved against him, her sounds growing more and more desperate, her muscles contracting and relaxing until she went rigid and came. Her thighs locked on either side of his head.
He did not mind at all. He had no intention of moving.
He softened the caress of his tongue, though, pulling his finger from inside her, drawing out her pleasure but not to the point of discomfort.
She went rigid once more and then completely boneless, her legs flopping down to leave her completely open to him.
It was time for the next step: rebuilding her sexual need until she was whimpering for release.
And that was exactly what Sayed did, touching his habibti all over with hands first, but then his mouth—using teeth and tongue to bring her back to the edge of exploding.
However, by the time he rolled on the condom he had to be careful not to come from his own touch, and that never happened to him.
He wished they didn’t need the barrier. Making love with nothing between them had been one of the most profound experiences of his life, even if he’d thought it a dream at the time.
Perhaps it was better this way.
Sheathed to prevent the further sharing of his seed with her body and perhaps keep back some part of his soul from hers, he turned her onto her side and angled his body behind her.
“What are you doing?” she demanded, her voice heavy with passion. “I need, Sayed.”
“And I will give you what you need.” He pressed into her from behind, the position allowing him to touch her at will.
One arm tucked under her neck so he could reach her breasts, he reached down with his other hand to touch her clitoris as he began to move.
She gasped out sexy demands even as she moved her pelvis with instinctive rhythm.
This time they came together, their shouts mixing in a sexual song he could easily become seriously addicted to.
The thought was so disturbing, he did not let himself sink into afterglow. He took hold of the condom and carefully pulled out of her, but could not make himself move away completely.