Taina fell back onto the silk sheets. Daidan knelt on the bed, his hands sweeping up her legs and pushing them apart. Then he took her foot and kissed it, caressing it with his mouth, massaging it with his fingers until she was writhing, desperate for him to be inside her.
And then he kissed her—not on the foot, not the knee not the thigh, but on her sex. His tongue probed the wetness he found there before licking that most sensitive area that throbbed with need. She gripped the sheets with her fists and began to pant, the ripples of orgasm instantly mounting, demanding release. He’d always been able to bring her to instant arousal with a few deft touches of his hands and tongue. And it was no different now.
“Daidan,” she pleaded. But still he kept on with his wicked tongue and his fingers. Then suddenly he pulled away and in one swift movement had pushed deep inside of her with his cock. She came instantly. He stayed, buried deep within her as she cried out, her body shaking as wave after wave of release came over her.
He held her until it had passed and then he pulled out and thrust deeply inside her again. He entwined his hands with hers and pushed them above her head. Between his hands and his hips she couldn’t move even if she’d wanted to. He kissed her before pulling away too soon. She lifted her face to his but he shook his head, as he moved in and out of her in a slow, relentless rhythm which was already building up the coiling sensations inside her. Like the crackling electricity in the atmosphere before a storm, every part of her felt alive, more alive than she’d felt all the time she’d been away from him. And then she felt him tense and he grunted as his hips thrust deeply into her with deliberate strokes as he came into her. Her body orgasmed around him, drawing his seed deep into her body where she needed it. She lay back, eyes closed, pinned down by his arms, as slowly her breathing and body returned to normal.
He kissed her mouth, her eyes and then rolled over her, pulling her against his side, into his arms. He stroked and kissed her hair. “Habibti…”
How had she managed to keep away from this devastating man for so long? He lay back, looking up at the ceiling as his hands caressed her body. She had her cheek to his chest and looked out to the dark night, stars punching through the dark mantle of the night. Same stars, same world as the Caribbean, but there was only one place for her… here, with this man. She needed him so much. But would he want her when he knew the truth?
“Habibti,” he whispered again, hugging her with his arm, tracing her skin with his other hand, for all the world like she was a treasure to him. And she knew that was how he’d always thought of her—a perfect prize, a treasure to be cherished. Except she wasn’t that perfect prize, was she?
She pushed away the idea, not wanting the shrouds of doubt to mar this moment. Not wanting any tears to fall from her eyes, down her cheek and touch his mahogany skin. She brushed her cheek against his body and they lay, neither wanting to talk, neither knowing what to say in that moment when bodily they were so close, but yet they were both so distant, full of doubts about the past, and fears for the future that not even this physical intimacy could overcome.
Slowly the stars shifted across the sky and the pattern of lights in the buildings changed and Daidan’s breathing grew regular. His stroking of her arm ceased but his other arm continued to hold her firmly to his side.
She must have fallen asleep at some point but she awoke before Daidan. There was a change in the sky. A glance at the clock showed her it was nearly 5:30. Daidan was always an early riser. She had to get up now, before it became too late.
She slipped out from under his arm and walked quietly to the bathroom. Her dressing room was through the opposite bathroom door and after showering she went there and dressed. She considered going back to bed but any sense of tiredness had left her. Instead she wandered into the lounge and opened the design folder which had been left for her and began looking through the jewelry designs.
She’d become so absorbed that she didn’t notice the time moving on. It was only when she heard a “good morning,” that she turned to see Daidan leaning against the wall with a cup of coffee in his hands.
“Daidan!”
He smiled. “You’re surprised to see me?”
“No, of course not, it’s just…” She shrugged. “I was absorbed in my work.” He frowned slightly. She wasn’t surprised. His tone had been warm toward her. Hers was more diffident, more tentative. She couldn’t hide the fact that, despite the intimacy, something wasn’t right. She couldn’t hide the fact she felt on edge.
He placed the coffee on a table and walked to her and looked over her shoulder. He looped her hair behind her ear so he could see the design she’d been penciling. “You’re working already?”