The Sheikh’s Secret Son(26)

After the first few sips, Rebecca looked at Zaid, sitting there and staring at his wine as if he were contemplating the meaning of life itself. “You know,” she said, “I did want to visit the resort.”

“Really? That’s surprising,” Zaid commented. “I figured you would have found something wrong with it and why we needed to shut it down.”

Rebecca laughed. “No, in fact, it was the only touristy part of the tour I was looking forward to. I even bought a bikini for it,” she teased.

“Is that so?” he asked. He reached across the table and took her hand. “Well, you can always model it for me later,” he said, playing along.

“Who said I’m not wearing it under my suit?”

He raised his eyebrows. “Are you serious?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

He squeezed her hand. “Come on,” he said quietly, urgently, as he got up from the table.

“What about dinner?” she asked. “Our food hasn’t arrived and we still haven’t talked.”

“They’ll box it and send it down to my quarters. Let’s go hit the pool. We can eat later.”

She felt a rush as he pulled her by her hand down the stairs from the terrace to the palace pool, which was located in a secluded area, almost fully enclosed with rock walls that screened it from any of the palace windows. The pool’s back deck faced the water behind the palace, and no one was out there.

When they reached the pool, Zaid quickly stripped off his robe and left his headpiece on the deck next to the water. He stood naked before her, the contours of his muscles just as she remembered them. She wanted to touch him, to feel him above her again.

She fumbled with the buttons of her shirt until Zaid grabbed it and pulled it over her head, revealing that she was not in fact wearing her bikini underneath. She’d just been teasing.

“Oops,” she said playfully. “I guess I forgot my bikini after all.” She winked as she slid her pants down her legs, revealing red lace panties and snippets of her bare, clean-shaven skin underneath.

She unclasped her white cotton bra and let it drop from her shoulders to show him her small pale breasts and pink nipples. As if her body immediately recognized him, her nipples throbbed in anticipation of him touching her. He grabbed her panties and slid them down her legs, making her shiver. The instant she was naked before him, he wrapped an arm around her waist. She let out a surprised shriek as he jumped into the pool with her.

Surfacing, she sputtered at him but before she could complain, he put his hands around her waist again and drew her against him. She automatically wrapped her legs around his hips letting his powerful legs tread water for the both of them.

Cupping his face with her hands, she kissed him as he began to propel them backwards toward the side of the pool. As they moved, she could feel his erection bobbing between them as it pressed against her.

Reaching shallow water, he planted his feet on the bottom of the pool, leaning against the pool wall. His hands swept up her back, tangling in her short hair as he deepened the kiss.

Rebecca moaned when his chest and stomach muscles rubbed against her, the sensation of his hair brushing across her had her intentionally rubbing against him, enjoying the friction against sensitive nipples, which had rapidly tightened into stiff peaks.

His cock bobbed against her again and she shifted her hips closer to him, capturing his erection between them. Pressing against it with her pelvis, she moved her body up and down, making him groan against her mouth.

Nipping at his lower lip, she sucked on it, smiling as his eyes darkened with the passion they both felt.

Zaid stroked up her back, before cradling her head in his hands, and then slowly, torturously, he slid one hand down, caressing her, stoking the passion in her. Almost to distract herself from her growing desire, she brought her own hands to his chest, tracing her fingers over the muscles on his chest before finding his nipples and rubbing them with her thumbs. She released a throaty chuckle when she felt them tighten enjoying that she was having as much of an impact on him as he was on her.

Her chuckle turned into a moan when he shifted to a lower stair, settling on it while pulling her onto his lap. Gripping her hips, he lifted her and held her just above him before gradually drawing her down onto his shaft, driving himself slowly into her, so she could feel every inch of him filling her.

Her fingers dug into the muscles in his shoulders, as she placed her feet on either side of him and pressed against the back of the step behind him, giving her leverage to push back with each leisurely thrust. He felt so much better than she remembered, making her long for the time lost while they were apart.