The Sheikh’s Secret Son(27)

He pulled her up and then back down, sliding her effortlessly along his shaft under the water as she continued to meet each of his thrusts with one of her own loving the impact of his head as it pressed against her cervix. His cock filled her completely, stretching her with each stroke. She arched her back and moaned as his hardness found her g-spot causing her to tremble with anticipated pleasure.

“Oh God, Zaid, you feel so good, please don’t stop. I’m yours, my Sheikh.” She buried her head in his shoulder and nipped at him as he moved harder, faster, until she could barely contain herself, the intensity of her pleasure was so great. She was surprised at how quickly he drove her higher and higher as tendrils of pleasure unfurled from deep within her and stretched out to every part of her body.

This was the father of her child. This was the man she had longed for every night since they’d last been together, five years ago.

“Fuck me,” she called out in desperation. “Make me come.” He was driving her mad with desire.

She tightened her legs against him, digging her heels into the step and rocking herself against him, until he was deeper inside of her than she thought possible, his head brushing against her farthest wall. She pressed her pelvis against him, pinning him against the step while she moved her hips in a figure eight pattern rubbing her clit against his shaft.

She bit her lower lip and whimpered as she drove herself so close, so close. It was all she could do to make herself wait for him, but she wanted him to come with her, just like before. Their bodies had been in sync with each other from the beginning and she wanted that again.

He moved inside her, and she felt him hardening, tightening, growing even tauter. She could almost feel his orgasm working its way through his shaft.

He started to shake and tilted his head back. Tightening his grip on her, he called out her name, as he tensed before surging up against her one last time.

She’d never made love in a pool before, so the feeling as they both exploded with ecstasy was new to her. He jerked and pulsed inside her, as they flooded each other with their warm juices, her innermost parts flexing and massaging the massive cock buried deep inside her, gripping him, as if to say he couldn’t leave her.

But eventually he did, shifting as his cock softened, leaving her feeling empty. Still holding her against him, he whispered, “You’re mine now,” in her ear.

“I always have been,” she whispered back, and they kissed again. Her fingers twisted into his hair and his hands held her face delicately, their kiss as ravenous for one another as if they hadn’t just made love.

He wrapped his arms around her, cradling her as they kissed.

This was what she’d been missing. No one else had ever made love to her the way he did. And it was love. It wasn’t some physical one-nighter. It was the real deal. He’s always taken care of her in bed, and in the pool, it had been no different.

“Stay with me tonight,” he whispered.

“Are you sure?” Her blue eyes met his, almost black.

“I am,” he said, and he kissed her again.





12





The next morning, while Zaid and Rebecca were getting ready to meet the rest of the tour at the American factory in Timina, Calum shuffled into the bathroom behind his dad.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“I’m taking your mother and some of her coworkers to check out a factory run by an American company nearby,” Zaid answered.

“I want to come!”

Zaid’s eyes leveled on his son’s Arabian face in the bathroom mirror. “You do?” he asked. He was touched by Calum’s interest.

“Yes, sir,” the boy said. “I want to be with you.”

“It’s fine with me as long as it’s okay with your mother,” Zaid told him.

“As long as what’s fine with me?” Rebecca asked coming into the bathroom to put on her jewelry.

“Calum wants to accompany us this morning as we go to the factory in Timina,” Zaid replied.

“Do you think it’s safe?” she asked.

“Of course it’s safe,” Zaid insisted. “Besides, one day, all of this may be his responsibility. Think about that.”

“Only if you ask me to marry you,” Rebecca fired back. “Oh, and if I accept.”

She shot him a look in the mirror and ducked back out of the bathroom.

Zaid looked at his son and shrugged. “I’ll take that as a yes. How about you?”

His face lit up. “I’m going?”

“Only if you get your Aunt to help you get dressed while your mother and I finish getting ready,” he said.

“Awesome,” he shouted, running into the living room to wake Amy, who’d slept on the couch.