Chapter 3 #3
“I’ve been thinking about taking it off since you walked onto the terrace.”
A flush spread across my upper chest.
“Then stop thinking.”
A low sound left him.
He found the zipper at my back and lowered it slowly.
The dress loosened.
Cool air touched my skin.
I stepped out of the silk and stood in front of him in my bra and panties.
I almost folded my arms over myself, but I kept them at my sides.
Tariq took his time looking over my breasts, my stomach, my hips, and my thighs.
“You are so fucking beautiful.”
I swallowed.
He touched my waist.
Then he touched my stomach.
His palm moved over the softness there without hesitation.
“Look at me.”
I did.
“I want all of you.”
My breath caught.
He bent and kissed the curve beneath one breast.
Then he unfastened my bra.
It fell away.
His mouth closed over my nipple.
I gasped.
My fingers went straight into his hair.
I gasped his name.
He sucked harder.
Pleasure shot low through my body.
His hand closed around my other breast, thumb brushing the nipple until both were hard and aching.
I pulled at his shirt.
“This is unfair.”
He lifted his head.
“What’s unfair?”
“You’re still dressed.”
“That can be corrected.”
“Please do.”
Tariq stripped off the shirt.
I forgot to breathe for a second.
He was broad and hard through the chest and stomach, warm olive-brown skin stretched over muscle that looked functional rather than sculpted for display.
I ran my palms over him before I could become self-conscious.
“You wanted to touch me.”
“Yes, I did.”
“How long have you wanted that?”
“Since the meeting.”
He smiled.
“You’ve wanted to touch me that long?”
“Don’t look pleased with yourself.”
“I’m very pleased with myself.”
I laughed.
He kissed me again.
Then his fingers slid beneath the waistband of my panties.
I stopped laughing.
“You’re wet.”
A flush climbed my neck.
“That seems like information you already knew.”
“I wanted to feel it.”
His fingers moved between my folds.
My knees nearly gave.
He stroked over my clit once.
I braced a hand against his chest.
“Do that again.”
He did, slow and firm.
My head fell back.
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes, that’s it.”
He kissed my throat as his fingers worked me.
Every pass over my clit built the pressure inside me.
I shifted against his hand.
“I need more.”
He kissed me again.
“Tell me what you need.”
“Don’t stop.”
I rocked into his fingers.
“Keep doing that.”
His breathing roughened.
“Good girl.”
The praise hit me hard enough that I moaned.
“You like that.”
“I really do.”
“Then I’ll remember.”
He dropped to his knees.
My heart stopped.
“What are you doing?”
His hands slid up the backs of my thighs.
“What I’ve wanted to do since you sat across from me at breakfast yesterday making those sounds over pastry.”
My face flamed.
“Oh my God.”
He hooked his fingers into my panties and drew them down.
I stepped out.
Then I was completely naked in front of him.
Tariq looked up at me from his knees.
I almost covered myself, but Tariq tipped his face up to mine with such naked hunger that I lifted my chin instead.
His hands spread my thighs.
“Hold on to me.”
I held on to him.
Then his mouth covered my pussy.
My entire body jerked.
“Oh—fuck.”
His tongue slid through me and found my clit.
I cried out.
He licked me slowly at first, learning what made my thighs shake, what pulled a cry from me, and what made my hips press forward.
Then he repeated every one of them.
I moaned his name.
His hands gripped my hips.
I tried to move closer.
He let me.
The sound of his mouth on me filled the quiet room.
My clit throbbed under his tongue.
“I’m close.”
He lifted his head.
“Come for me.”
Then his tongue worked faster.
My orgasm hit so suddenly I almost folded over him.
“Oh God, Tariq!”
He held me upright as pleasure tore through me, my thighs shaking around his shoulders.
He didn’t stop until I pulled weakly at his hair.
“I can’t.”
He rose.
“You can.”
“That was arrogant.”
“It was accurate.”
I laughed breathlessly.
He kissed me.
I tasted myself on his mouth.
The intimacy of it sent another pulse through my pussy.
My hands went to his trousers.
“I want these off.”
He helped me.
When his cock sprang free, I forgot every joke I’d ever known.
He was thick and hard, large enough that I sucked in a breath even as I reached for him.
Tariq studied my face.
“Is that too much?”
“No, it isn’t.”
“Be sure.”
I wrapped my hand around him.
His chest rose sharply.
“I’m certain.”
I stroked him once. His eyes closed briefly.
His hand covered mine.
“Not tonight.”
I frowned.
“Why are you stopping me?”
“Because if you put your mouth on me now, I won’t last long enough to give you what I want to give you.”
I flushed.
“That is a very effective argument.”
He lifted me.
A startled squeak escaped me.
“You’re safe.”
“I know. I just wasn’t expecting to become airborne.”
He laughed softly.
Then he laid me on the bed.
The mattress dipped beneath his weight as he came over me.
I touched his face.
His beard rasped against my palm.
He turned and kissed the center of it.
Then he spread my thighs.
His cock pressed against me.
The head nudged through my wetness.
He stopped.
“Last chance to change your mind.”
I held his eyes.
“I don’t want to.”
“You want me bare.”
“I want you bare.”
“You want me to come inside you.”
My clit throbbed at the question.
“I want that.”
He stayed perfectly still.
“Say it.”
I swallowed.
“I want you to fuck me without a condom, and I want you to come inside me.”
Tariq pushed into me slowly, careful even though every line of his face had gone taut.
I gasped at the stretch.
He stopped halfway.
“Talk to me.”
“It’s a lot.”
“Does it hurt?”
“No, it doesn’t.”
“Do you want more?”
“Yes, I want more.”
He drove deeper.
I moaned.
My legs opened wider around him.
He pushed again.
Then he was fully inside me.
I held on to him.
“Oh my God.”
His forehead touched mine.
“You take me beautifully.”
My pussy clenched.
He groaned.
“Fuck, you feel good.”
My pussy clenched again, and I moaned his name.
“I feel every time you do that.”
I moved my hips experimentally.
His jaw went taut.
“Do that again.”
I did.
His hand slid beneath my ass.
He began to fuck me with deep, measured strokes that gave my body time to adjust and still built the pressure again before I’d recovered from the first orgasm.
I wrapped my legs around him.
“I want it harder.”
His shoulders locked for a beat.
“You’re sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
He gave me what I asked for.
The next thrust pushed a cry out of me.