Chapter 4
She fidgeted in her seat, and that was when she realized just how wet she was. The warmth pooling in her thong was shocking, but even more surprising was the realization that she’d completely soaked through the fabric. Had she been dripping for Tariq this entire time?
With that thought came a sudden wave of paralyzing desire, locking up her muscles and making her lower body cramp with impatience.
It was the same all-consuming desire that would’ve had her reaching for her vibrator if she were back in her room.
But she wasn’t anywhere near her vibrator, and Tariq was sitting right next to her with an amused tilt to his lips.
The sweeping wave of desire crashed into her more insistently this time.
She pressed her thighs together to try and stave off the ache building between her legs. The need Soraya felt for him knocked the very breath out of her.
With the heightened awareness of her wants and needs came a riot of nerves deep in her chest. She was here, with him, somehow…so how did she go about asking for sex? How did it happen without it being awkward? It had been too long, and in that moment, her courage faltered.
She began to spiral, letting her nerves get the best of her until he spoke. “Nervous?”
Soraya released a shaky breath. “What gave me away?”
He shrugged. “If you are, that’s alright. I can take you home if you would like.”
“No.” Her answer was immediate. Then she blushed at the forcefulness of her tone, but before her bravado faded, she continued, “I…” She stalled before going for the truth, “It’s been a while for me. I’m a little lost.” The last part came out as a whisper.
He smiled at her, causing butterflies to break loose in her stomach. “Come here, then.” It wasn’t a command but an invitation for something more. And seeing as she was already sitting next to him, she had an idea of what he wanted her to do.
Willing her legs to cooperate, she stood and stepped between his legs.
Before she could decide what to do next, he grabbed her by the hips and guided her down onto his lap—facing him.
She had to spread her legs wide on either side of his thighs, causing her dress to ride up precariously close to her center.
Up close, she realized just how bright his unique hazel eyes were. They practically glowed, an inviting citrine color with flecks of green. Did he have contacts?
“I like the way you look at me, doe-eyes,” he whispered.
“I like the way you look,” Soraya said unabashedly. And oh, how she loved how his eyes brightened when he smiled. Her gaze dropped to his thick lips.
“What do you want?” She watched his mouth form each word.
She swallowed her tingling nerves. “Kiss me?” Her heart beat a mile a minute when he slid a hand into the back of her hair, pausing to see if she would object. When she didn’t, he guided her head down to his.
As she felt his breath on her lips, her nerves got the better of her, and she placed a hand on his chest to stop him. “Wait… it’s—”
“Been a while?” He teased. Tugging her gently back down, he whispered against her lips, “We’ll go slow. Okay?”
Heart fluttering, she nodded as she closed her eyes, and he closed the distance between them.
The first brush of his lips was tentative and soft, like a butterfly’s wings.
Soraya’s lips parted slightly at the ticklish sensation, leading him to deepen the kiss. He teased her like that for a while, brushing his lips against hers before deepening the kiss once more. With each passing second, she slowly relaxed in his embrace.
Winding his other arm around her hips, he slowly applied gentle pressure, and she sank into him further until her hips were flush against his. Her cheeks ignited with heat as she felt his hardness through his pants. Without thinking, she began to lightly pulse her hips down against his.
His next breath hitched, and finally finding her rhythm, she kissed him back.
His fingers tightened slightly on the back of her head before he released her hair and pulled her bobby pins out one by one until her thick hair tumbled free around her shoulders.
Without warning, he nipped her bottom lip, causing her to gasp. Seizing the moment, his tongue swept into her mouth for a quick exploration before retreating. Her hand twisted into his shirt, and she tried to pull him back to do it again.
Chuckling under his breath, he didn’t make her wait long.
He claimed her mouth, their tongues meeting before he swept in to conquer. Instinctively, she sucked his tongue deeper, and his hips bucked up, hitting her center just right, making her gasp.
Abruptly, he stood them both up and hooked his fingers into the hem of her dress, which had ridden up to expose her wet thong completely.
He slid the dress over her head swiftly, leaving her in nothing but lingerie.
She placed a hand on his chest when he reached for her again.
He stopped immediately, eyes searching hers to see if he had gone too far.
“It’s not fair you get to keep your shirt on,” she said, somewhat out of breath.
Breathing just as raggedly, he didn’t break eye contact with her as he began to unbutton the rest of his shirt.
Soraya couldn’t help herself; her eyes jumped right to the newly exposed skin. He started to shrug off his shirt, but her hand was already pushing the fabric off the rest of the way.
Lying her palms flat on his chest, she ran them down every hard muscle of his body. When she reached his stomach, his muscles flexed underneath her ticklish touch.
Done with her exploration, he bent down and swept her up his body, her legs wrapping around his middle as their mouths connected once again. The kiss grew more and more urgent as he began to move. Soraya didn’t really care where he was taking her as long as his mouth never left hers.
She felt fabric drag across her shoulder and arms, making her shiver. It was the gossamer fabric…Tariq was taking her to bed.
He laid her down on the incredibly soft duvet cover with unnatural grace. He gave her mouth one last thorough sweep before breaking apart.
Opening her eyes, she realized she was indeed lying on the massive bed, the gossamer curtain swaying closed behind his silhouette.
He watched her as she watched him.
Panting, her eyes snagged on the movement of his hands as they reached for his belt buckle. With expert precision, she watched as he undid himself and slid the leather free.
Flicking open the top button of his pants, he pushed them and his underwear down his corded thighs. When his cock sprang free, Soraya’s mouth went dry as she sized him up. She had never been with a man so well-endowed.
“Your turn,” he said, voice husky.
She flicked her eyes to his face just in time to see his smirk.
Leaning up, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Ever so slowly, she slid one strap and then the other down her arms, keeping the lace close to her chest. Tariq watched intently as she peeled it slowly away, exposing her breast inch by inch until she tossed her bra away.
He took a deep, steadying breath as his gaze roamed from her peaked nipples down the curve of her stomach. When he reached her legs, she slid them wide open for him, the thin piece of fabric the only shred of modesty she had against his burning gaze.
Eyes pinned to the fabric, he took in a long, deep inhale. His eyelids fluttered, but he never took his gaze off her.
She cocked her head as she hooked her thumbs onto the strings of her thong. With his gaze still locked on her, she closed her legs and lifted her hips, sliding the thong down completely before tossing it aside.
Completely naked, she took a moment to appreciate the softness of the mint green duvet against her skin. She hoped they wouldn’t ruin it. Then, after taking a steadying breath, she summoned her courage and slowly inched her knees apart.
His hazel eyes darkened as they latched onto her dripping wet center. She watched as he struggled to return his gaze to her hooded ones.
Like a predator, he placed one knee on the bed and then slowly dropped to all fours, prowling over her bare body. She allowed him to slide her back down until his body settled in the cradle of her thighs, until he covered her completely.
His gaze ignited a burning sensation in her stomach, spreading like wildfire throughout her entire body. Her pussy clenched on nothing, and the familiar paralyzing desire crept into her veins, causing her breathing to deepen with each inhale.
He cocked his head, no doubt enjoying the view of her coming undone without even touching her yet. She wanted to feel embarrassed about the way her wetness seeped out of her and down the skin of her ass, but she didn’t care. She didn’t care as she practically begged in a hoarse whisper, “Please.”
Please, just fuck her.
His eyes sparked, and before she realized it, he hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, spreading her neglected pussy even wider.
When she felt his thick fingers at her entrance, a moan escaped her lips, making him chuckle.
“I haven’t even begun touching you yet,” he teased in a low, deep voice, causing her inner walls to clench in response.
“What’s stopping you?” She quivered beneath him. He hummed in the back of his throat, a sensual smile gracing his lips. Just as she was about to beg again, he leaned down to capture her lips in a brutal kiss while sliding a single, thick finger into her.
Her entire focus narrowed down to that single finger. He moved slowly, inching his finger in and out of her, pushing deeper and deeper with each pass. Not that he needed to, considering how slick she was from her arousal.
He chuckled his approval as her hips began to follow his finger. Then, a second thick finger entered her, and she moaned, long and low. Struggling to keep up with his mouth, he pressed open-mouthed kisses down her neck as he pumped into her.
“That’s it,” he whispered, watching her mouth fall open as he slid a third finger inside.
He waited until she sucked in a gasp to begin a steady, pulsating rhythm in and out of her.
His movements grew rougher as her pussy relaxed around his ministrations.
The sound of her wetness and heavy panting filled the otherwise silent room.
The orgasm hit her out of nowhere, and her body shuddered with the sudden impact. She didn’t get to enjoy it, not really; it happened too quickly, too soon. A pained sound crawled up her throat.
“Shh, I’m not going anywhere, doe-eyes,” he murmured in a low, husky voice. Bringing her leg down from his shoulder, he kissed the side of her neck before repositioning himself over her, the head of his cock slotting up against her entrance. “Ready?”
Biting her lip, she nodded, hoping against hope that he would give her true relief.
Before she could so much as blink, he slid his cock into her in one swift, powerful movement.
A gasp got caught in her throat as she threw her head back against the bed, momentarily frozen by the overwhelming pressure invading her senses.
He grunted as her tight walls squeezed around the head of his shaft, but he didn’t stop—he wasn’t fully inside of her yet.
Shifting his hips, he pulled out before pushing back in. Her inner walls quivered, giving way to his languid, precise thrusts. With her mouth open and breathless, Tariq gripped her neck and whispered, “Breathe, doe-eyes.”
Forcing a breath down her throat, she was about to take another much-needed one when he punched his hips into the cradle of her legs, pushing his thick girth all the way inside her. Soraya’s breath was knocked out of her once more—the bastard.
He stayed still for her, allowing her to adjust to the feeling of his cock stretching her wide open.
He dropped his head into the crook of her neck, his warm breath hitting her sensitive skin as they both waited for her to acclimate to his size.
As she started to feel lightheaded, she managed to inhale, but his sticky, sweet cologne only made her head spin even further.
Slowly, her body relaxed, her muscles loosening around his thick cock.
Bending down, he sucked on the side of her neck and began to pump.
Closing her eyes, she moaned, wrapping her legs around his hips as he picked up speed, pounding into her mercilessly.
A wild man replaced the gentleman from before.
He pounded her whole body into the bed, and all she could think and feel was this overwhelming sense of fullness.
Rightness.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Their lips met briefly, and she moaned into his mouth when he suddenly jerked up, his hips stilled, cock fully seated inside her throbbing pussy.
Confused, she opened her eyes to look up at him. A wild expression flickered in his gaze as he swept his eyes over her face.
Sex-drunk, she swallowed dryly and panted in a hoarse whisper, “What’s wrong?” Did she do something to turn him off? Had she given him the ick? Her cheeks flushed from embarrassment, the longer he stared at her, his mouth parted—he looked like he was in shock.
Before she could sink deeper into her embarrassment, he blinked a few times, as if shaking himself out of a daze. He pumped his hips, and her eyes fluttered shut at the sensation. “Look at me, doe-eyes,” he breathed against her lips.
He slammed into her on his next thrust, causing her eyes to fly open with a gasp. “Just like that, Soraya.”
Her gaze locked onto his as he slowed his thrusts, sliding all the way out before snapping his hips into the softest part of her, jolting her entire body in the process.
He dropped his weight fully onto her, pinning her more securely to the bed, and cradled her head with his arms as he fucked her more intimately, sending shivers down her spine.
Soraya couldn’t think of anything else but taking what he gave her. In the back of her mind, she recognized that the way he was fucking her felt too intimate, too—passionate.
For all he knew, she was a complete slut, and truth be told, she thought he would fuck her like one and send her on her way. But the way he was looking at her—
The very movements of his body focused on what her own body was responding to, drawing out her pleasure as he slid himself in and out of her.
She didn’t understand it, but she didn’t need to.
She felt safe. Even cared for…and before she knew it, a powerful orgasm overtook her, his steady thrusts continuing to draw out her pleasure until she lay limp in his arms.
Panting into the side of her head, he hoarsely whispered one confusing word before her body and mind shut down, and she fell into a deep sleep—
“Mate.”