The Paternity Proposition(42)

She felt something hard pressing against her belly. His arousal, she thought, happy to know that she could affect him so. She wanted to explore her new and wondrous power over him when he moved his hands to her waist.

The feel of them on bare skin was very different than the feel of them through her dress. She moved back so he could move higher. He didn't disappoint her. He slipped up to cup her breasts, then touched her nipp**les with his thumbs.

She hadn't known there was that much pleasure in the world. Her mind faded to blackness and she could only experience what he was doing to her. She wasn't even aware of pulling away from the kiss until her head sagged back and she exhaled his name.

Instead of being angry, Mazin laughed softly. He bent forward, took one of her nipp**les in his mouth and sucked. More fire filled her. She cupped his head, running her fingers through his hair and begging him to never stop. He moved from breast to breast, back and forth, licking, blowing, caressing. Between her legs her panties grew damp. Then without warning her legs gave way.

He caught her as she fell. With an ease that surprised her, he picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. Her shoes got lost along the way. After standing her next to the bed, he quickly peeled off her panties, leaving her stockings in place, then eased her onto the bed.

Phoebe had a brief flash of panic, but before it could take hold, he was next to her, holding her, kissing her. He rested his hand on her breast, which made her forget everything bad and think only of how he made her feel.

When he moved his hand lower, he kissed her so deeply, she barely noticed. But at the first brush of his fingers against her damp curls, she found herself very aware of what he was doing.

Questions filled her mind. What was she supposed to do? What would it feel like? Before she could ask, he stroked the inside of her thigh. Without her being aware of doing anything, her legs fell open. He touched her lightly, exploring her, finding wonderful places that made her breathing quicken. He found that most secret place and slipped inside. At the same time he shifted his attention from her mouth to her breasts.

He circled her nipple, licking her sensitive skin. She didn't know what to think about-his mouth or his fingers. He withdrew from her and rubbed between her curls. Without warning, his mouth closed on her nipple and his fingers found some amazingly sensitive spot.

The combination made her forget to breathe. Not that it mattered, because whatever he was doing was too good for her to live through. She was going to die. No one could survive such pleasure. It terrified her. She never wanted it to stop.

He rubbed her gently, moving faster and faster. Suddenly she was breathing again, or rather gasping. She rolled her head back and forth as pressure built.

"Mazin?"

"Hush, my dove. I am here."

And then he was kissing her and touching her and the world began to spin. There was a final push within her, a pinnacle of pressure, and then the most glorious release. She clung to him, shaking, trembling, hungry and satisfied, all at the same time.

When it was over, he drew her close, kissing her face and making her feel as if she were the most precious creature on earth.

"I didn't know," she whispered. "That's pretty amazing."

He stared into her eyes. "There is so much more I long to show you."

"I'd like that."

He sat up and pulled off his coat and shirt. Shoes and socks followed, then trousers. When he was naked, she raised herself up on one elbow to study him. The sight of his body pleased her. She watched as he slipped on the condom, then parted her legs for him.

He waited to enter her, first kissing her and touching her everywhere until that unbelievable pleasure built up to the point of nearly exploding. Just when she was about to go over the edge, he pushed inside her.                       
       
           



       

Her body stretched to take him. The pressure was uncomfortable at first, then eased. He reached between them and touched that one perfect spot. The feel of him inside her while he stroked her sent her higher and higher. She could barely hold on.

He shifted so that he could wrap his arms around her and kiss her. The change in their positions forced his arousal in deeper. She clung to him. Everything was so unfamiliar, yet so right, and she lost herself on the next thrust. She called out his name even as he shuddered and clung to her.

She opened her eyes. Mazin stared at her. Even as her climax washed over her and his ripped through him, they gazed at each other. It was a moment of intimate connection, far beyond anything she'd ever experienced. In that moment, she knew the truth. That no matter how far she traveled from this magical paradise, no matter who she met or what she experienced, she would only ever love one man.

Mazin.





Eight

Phoebe awoke just before dawn. An unfamiliar weight draped around her waist and it took her a second to realize it was Mazin's arm. She smiled and snuggled closer to him.

"Good morning," he whispered in her ear. He lay behind her, his body warm and welcoming against her own. "How are you feeling?"

"Pretty darned perfect," she said happily.

Something hard poked into the back of her leg. She giggled. "I didn't realize that people could make love so often," she said.

"I assure you that four times in a night is not usual. You inspire me." He withdrew a little. "However, this is new to you, so I will restrain myself."

She thought about how one of the times he hadn't entered her at all. He'd kissed her intimately until she'd been unable to keep from losing herself in the glory of his attentions. He'd then taught her how to pleasure him that way. As he had promised, there was much to explore.

He glanced at the clock and groaned. "I must return home for a short time, my dove. I have breakfast with Dabir each morning and I would not want to explain my absence. But I will return in a few hours and we can make our way to Lucia's Point." He leaned over and kissed her. "There in the shadow of the waterfall I will make love with you."

She melted at the thought.

He rose and quickly dressed, then kissed her again before leaving. "Miss me," he said. "As I will miss you."

"Always," she promised, and knew it was the truth.





The sound of the waterfall made it nearly impossible to speak. Phoebe stood, transfixed by the sight of so much water tumbling from nearly a hundred feet in the air. A fine mist cooled her bare arms and face. She leaned back in Mazin's arms.

This was, she thought contentedly, a perfect moment. Last night she had learned what it meant to be loved by a man. Over and over Mazin had touched her, kissed her and taken her to paradise. With practice, she would learn to seduce him. She wanted that. She wanted to make him ache with longing. She wanted to make him tremble and hunger so that he couldn't hold back any longer.

She wanted to make him love her.

Phoebe sighed quietly. Love. Could a man like Mazin ever care about her? She was young and didn't share his life experiences. He was worldly and wealthy. She hadn't even been to college. They had very little in common. And yet … in her heart, being with him felt so very right. Now, in his embrace, she knew that she had come home. How could her feelings be so strong without him having the same reaction? Was it possible for her to love so deeply and have him completely unaffected?

"What are you thinking?" he asked, speaking the question directly in her ear.

"That the falls are very beautiful. Are we really going to make love here?"

He turned her in his arms and kissed her. She recognized the passion flaring in his eyes. "Do not doubt my desire for you, my dove," he said, taking her hand and placing it on his arousal.

He was already hard. She wrapped her arms around him. "Oh, Mazin."

"Yes. Speak my name," he murmured against her mouth. "Know only me."

He undressed her slowly, peeling away layers of clothing until she was naked on the blanket he'd brought with them. Sunlight shone through the leaves overhead, creating changing patterns of shadows on her legs and torso. Mazin undressed himself, then joined her on the ground. As he kissed her deeply and touched her breasts, she felt herself melting inside.

Heat filled her. Dampness signaled her readiness. When he stroked her intimately, she shuddered in preparation of her release.

He took her to the edge and when she would have slipped off into paradise, he drew back enough to ease her on top of him. The unfamiliar position felt awkward at first, but she soon saw the advantages of controlling his rhythm inside her. While she moved up and down on his maleness, he cupped the apex of her thighs and rubbed his thumb against her tiny place of pleasure. Tension made her shudder. Need made her cry out.

She lost control there in the warm sunlight, with the thunder of the falls in the background. The soft call of birds provided romantic music for their lovemaking. He shuddered beneath her, losing himself as well, calling out her name, making her feel as if she'd finally found her place to belong.