Chapter 3 #4
He kissed me.
“That’s it, Chrissy. Take me.”
I clung to him.
He filled me so completely that every movement felt enormous.
His hand slid between us.
His thumb found my clit.
I gasped.
“You’re going to come again.”
“I don’t know if I can.”
“You can. Let me get you there.”
He circled my clit.
My pussy tightened around him.
“Fuck, I’m close.”
“That’s my girl.”
I kissed him hard.
“I’ve got you.”
He drove into me again.
His thumb kept moving.
My clit throbbed under his thumb until my thighs started to shake.
“I’m going to come.”
“Come on my cock.”
My nails dug into his shoulders.
He bent to my ear.
“Let me feel how hard you squeeze me when you come.”
That did it.
My orgasm crashed through me.
I cried his name.
My pussy clenched around him in hard waves.
Tariq swore and drove deeper.
His breathing turned rough.
I dragged him down against me.
“Don’t stop.”
“I’m not stopping.”
His thrusts lost some of their measured control, turning faster and harder.
His voice dropped against my ear.
“You know what it means if I come inside you.”
My pussy was still pulsing around him.
“Yes, I know.”
“You could leave Dubai carrying my child.”
The words sent a fresh, violent shiver through me, and my pussy clenched around him again.
Tariq groaned.
“You like that.”
“I like it.”
His grip firmed beneath my thigh.
“You like the thought of me filling you, putting my come deep inside you.”
My face burned.
“I want it.”
He kissed me hard.
The kiss was almost savage.
“That’s all this is tonight,” he said against my lips. “A fantasy you chose.”
I met his eyes.
“I know.”
“You don’t owe me a future because I fuck you like I want one.”
My throat went tight.
“I know.”
He thrust hard.
“But Christ, Chrissy, I want to fill you until my come is running out of you.”
I moaned.
“Do it.”
His shoulders went taut.
“Say it again.”
“I want you to come inside me.”
He drove into me twice more.
Then he buried himself deep.
A rough sound tore from his throat.
Warmth pulsed inside me as he came.
He was coming inside me with no condom, no barrier, nothing between us.
I wrapped my arms tighter around him.
Tariq stayed over me until his breathing steadied.
Then he kissed me slowly and rested his forehead against mine.
“You all right?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Any pain?”
“No, I’m okay.”
He eased out of me carefully.
I squeezed my thighs together against the sudden emptiness.
I stared at the ceiling.
“That wasn’t a particularly moderate decision.”
He smiled.
“No, it wasn’t.”
“I feel like this would be harder to explain in Omaha.”
He laughed.
“Fortunately, Omaha isn’t here.”
“That’s probably for the best.”
He kissed my shoulder.
Then he reached for the bedside phone.
I lifted my head.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m getting water.”
“You have to call someone for water?”
“I could walk naked into the hall if you prefer.”
I burst out laughing.
“Please don’t traumatize the household.”
“I doubt they’d be traumatized.”
“That confidence is exactly the problem.”
He requested that water be left outside the bedroom suite, so no staff member entered.
A few minutes later, after Tariq pulled on trousers, he retrieved the tray from outside and brought it back himself.
I took the glass he handed me.
“Thank you.”
“Drink some water.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“You were doing very well until that became an order.”
He paused.
“Would you please drink the water?”
“That’s better.”
I drank.
He sat beside me on the bed.
For a while, I drank with Tariq sitting beside me, and neither of us rushed to fill the quiet.
Eventually, I turned to him.
“You meant what you said at dinner.”
“Yes, I did.”
“About not wanting this to be temporary.”
“Yes, I meant that too.”
I traced one finger over the rim of my glass.
“I can’t promise you anything.”
“I didn’t ask you to.”
“My flight still leaves in three days.”
“I know.”
“You say that very calmly.”
“It doesn’t mean I like it.”
“What do you want me to say?”
“Nothing tonight that you don’t already know.”
My fingers tightened around the glass.
“And what do I already know?”
“You know that you wanted dinner.”
His attention lingered on my face.
“You wanted me.”
My cheeks warmed.
“And you chose this.”
“Yes, I did.”
“That’s enough for tonight.”
I set the water aside.
Tariq looked toward the guest wing side of the residence.
“You can sleep in your room.”
“What’s the other option?”
“You can stay here.”
I glanced at the enormous bed, then at him.
“I want to stay.”
His expression softened.
“All right.”
I slid beneath the sheet.
Tariq joined me.
I turned onto my side.
He lay behind me, one arm settling around my waist only after I shifted back against him.
He kissed my shoulder.
My eyes closed.
Tomorrow I would work. Amanda would arrive the day after that, and my flight still existed.
My job and apartment in Omaha still existed too.
But Tariq’s arm was warm around me, my body was pleasantly sore, and I already wanted morning.
I wanted another dinner, another kiss, and another night with him.
And for the first time, three days didn’t feel like too much time with Tariq.
They didn’t feel like nearly enough.