Chapter 6 #3
Then she climbed off my lap.
I stood.
Chrissy reached behind herself for the zipper.
I caught her hand.
“Let me do it.”
She turned.
I lowered the zipper.
The sapphire silk loosened.
I pushed it slowly from her shoulders.
The dress slipped down her body and pooled around her feet.
She wore a bra and the panties I’d just pushed aside.
Her skin was flushed across her chest.
The ring remained on her hand.
I stared at it.
Chrissy noticed.
“You really like that.”
“I really like you wearing it.”
She reached back and unfastened her bra.
It fell.
My cock pressed painfully against my trousers.
Chrissy slipped her panties down herself.
Then she stepped out of them.
She stood naked except for the diamond I’d put on her finger that morning.
Fuck.
I reached for her.
Chrissy stopped me with one hand against my chest.
“Your turn.”
I let her open my shirt.
She took her time.
Her palms moved over my chest when the fabric parted.
Then she pushed it off my shoulders.
I removed the rest of my clothes while she watched.
My cock sprang free.
Chrissy looked at it, then at me.
“You’re very pleased about this engagement.”
“I told you.”
Then she stepped closer and wrapped her hand around me.
I sucked in a breath.
Her ring flashed beside my cock.
I closed my hand around her wrist, stopping the stroke.
“If you keep doing that, this will end quickly.”
“Is that a complaint?”
“Get on the chaise.”
Her eyes darkened.
“You could say please.”
“I could.”
She waited.
I smiled.
“Get on the chaise, please.”
“That’s better.”
She turned and climbed onto the wide cushioned chaise.
I followed her.
Chrissy lay back.
I went between her thighs.
She reached for me.
I caught her wrist and kissed the ring again.
Her face changed.
I kissed the inside of her palm.
Then I kissed her wrist.
I bent over her and kissed one breast.
Her nipple hardened beneath my mouth.
I sucked it while my hand moved over her thigh.
Chrissy arched.
“God.”
I gave the other breast the same attention.
Her fingers tangled in my hair.
Then I settled between her legs and dragged the head of my cock through her wet pussy.
Chrissy lifted her head.
“You’re not inside me.”
“I noticed.”
“What are you doing?”
“I’m celebrating.”
Her mouth curved.
I rubbed the head of my cock over her clit.
Her smile disappeared into a moan.
“Oh, fuck.”
I did it again, slow enough to make her hips lift.
The ringed hand she’d braced on the cushion closed around the fabric.
“That’s evil.”
“You can tell me to stop.”
“I absolutely will not.”
I rolled my cock over her clit again.
Chrissy reached between us and wrapped her hand around the base, guiding me.
“Like this?”
“Yes. Keep doing exactly that.”
Her grip tightened as I moved.
Every pass dragged the head over her clit without letting me enter her.
“Tariq, you’re killing me.”
“You’re the one holding me there.”
“That doesn’t make you innocent.”
“I wasn’t claiming innocence.”
She made a breathless sound when I pressed harder.
Her thighs began to shake.
“Right there.”
I covered her hand with mine and kept my cock exactly where she’d put it.
Chrissy’s hips rose.
Her breathing broke apart.
“I’m going to come again.”
I kept the same pressure.
Her pussy clenched around nothing as the orgasm hit.
Chrissy cried out and arched off the chaise.
“Oh God, Tariq!”
I stayed against her clit until the last tremor passed.
She pushed weakly at my stomach.
“Okay. Now you can fuck me.”
“That was always the plan.”
“You took a very long route.”
I bent and kissed her.
“It was worth it.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me back.
“Turn over for me.”
Her brows rose.
“Still celebrating?”
“I haven’t finished.”
She turned onto her knees and braced her hands on the cushions.
The diamond flashed against the cushion.
I ran my palm over the curve of her hip and ass.
Chrissy looked back over her shoulder.
“Fuck me, Tariq.”
I positioned my cock at her entrance and pushed inside slowly.
Her mouth opened on a gasp.
Her fingers tightened around the cushion.
I gave her time to take me.
“Give me more.”
I sank deeper until my hips met her.
Chrissy moaned.
“That’s it.”
I withdrew almost all the way and drove back into her.
She cried out.
I did it again.
Then I found a rhythm, slow and deep until she adjusted around me.
She pushed back into every stroke.
The ring flashed each time her hand flexed against the cushion.
I leaned over her and kissed the back of her shoulder.
“You feel so fucking good.”
“So do you.”
I pushed deeper.
Chrissy moaned.
“Harder.”
I gave her exactly that.
The chaise shifted beneath us.
Chrissy laughed once between moans.
“If we break royal furniture, I’m blaming you.”
“I own it.”
“That’s not the point.”
I fucked her harder.
Her reply dissolved into a cry.
“That was cheating.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“You absolutely do.”
I slid one arm around her waist and brought her upright against my chest without pulling out.
Chrissy gasped at the changed angle.
Her head fell back against my shoulder.
I kissed beneath her ear.
Her ringed hand covered mine where it rested low on her stomach.
I drove into her again.
“Oh God.”
I moved my other hand between her thighs and found her clit.
Chrissy jerked.
“Tariq, that feels so good.”
I circled slowly while I kept fucking her.
Her breathing turned ragged.
I put my mouth beside her ear.
“If this makes our baby, what will you think tomorrow?”
She turned her face toward mine.
“That we started our family the night we got engaged.”
I drove into her harder.
Chrissy cried out.
“You like that.”
“I love it.”
I turned her face and kissed her.
She reached back and gripped the back of my neck.
“I’m going to come.”
I kept the pressure on her clit.
Her thighs began shaking.
“Then come while I’m inside you.”
Her pussy tightened hard around my cock.
She cried out and sagged back against me.
I held her upright and kept moving through the orgasm.
Her nails dug into my neck.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
I kissed her temple.
Her pussy was still pulsing around me when she turned her head and found my mouth again.
Then she whispered against my lips, “Don’t pull out.”
“I wasn’t planning to.”
“Fill me, Tariq. I hope it takes.”
Fuck.
My next thrust went deep.
Chrissy moaned my name.
I drove into her twice more and held myself all the way inside.
I came hard enough that my arms shook.
My cock pulsed inside her.
Chrissy covered my hand on her stomach with hers and held me there.
I eased her forward onto the cushions and followed her down without pulling out.
I stayed buried until the last wave passed.
Neither of us moved for several seconds.
Then Chrissy kissed my cheek.
“You’re heavy.”
I brushed my mouth over her neck.
“That’s very romantic.”
“I’ve been romantic all day.”
“You definitely have.”
“I’m tired.”
I shifted my weight onto one arm.
“Is that better?”
“Much better.”
I kissed her slowly.
Then I eased out of her.
Chrissy exhaled.
I lay beside her and pulled her against me.
The terrace fans kept the heavy night air moving.
Her head settled on my chest.
After a minute, she lifted her left hand.
The ring caught the low light.
“It still looks insane.”
“You’ll get used to it.”
“I’m not sure I want to.”
“Why?”
“Because I like looking at it and thinking, holy shit, I’m marrying Tariq.”
I laughed.
She smiled against my chest.
“You know what else is insane?”
“I assume you’re going to tell me.”
“It’s been six days.”
“It has.”
“People are going to think we’ve lost our minds.”
“People think many things.”
“That’s very philosophical.”
“I don’t care what they think.”
“There it is.”
“What?”
“The sheikh answer.”
I kissed the top of her head.
“What’s the Omaha answer?”
“Probably that I should’ve gone home, made a spreadsheet, asked three friends, slept on it for a month, and then panicked anyway.”
“That sounds inefficient.”
“It’s extremely American.”
“I doubt that.”
She laughed softly.
Then she looked toward the city.
“My plane left hours ago.”
“It did.”
“You didn’t stop it.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“I did.”
I touched the ring on her finger.
“Yes, you did.”
Chrissy turned toward me.
“I’m glad.”
I held her closer.
“So am I.”
Her palm settled over my chest.
Below us, Al-Hadid Grand Dubai continued operating without our attention. Guests arrived. Cars came and went. Staff moved through restaurants, corridors, suites, and ballrooms.
Tomorrow there would be work.
There would be contracts, calls, meetings, and whatever arrangements followed an engagement involving my family.
None of it needed to happen tonight.
Chrissy shifted against me.
Her ring pressed lightly into my skin.
Her unused flight was already gone.
Her place in my company was hers.
And the woman in my arms had chosen to stay.
I kissed her hair and pulled her closer.
Tomorrow could have the rest.
Tonight, Chrissy was home.