I want you. We’ll take it nice and slow. I’ll stop whenever you tell me to. You are in the driving seat here."
She closed her eyes and took a long, shaky breath. "I’ve been incredibly stupid."
Another thought entered his head. "Have you ever been kissed before, baby?"
Her eyes flew to his and he read the honest to God truth.
No wonder the girl was trembling.
Stroking her arms to soothe, he heard her sigh, felt her body relax and her hands slid around his waist.
Very gently he placed his mouth on hers with a tenderness he should have shown her right from the very beginning. But their mutual hunger meant too soon tenderness wasn’t enough.
With exquisite care he made love to her with his mouth and took her deeper.
Her breath hitched. The low moan that came from extraordinary amazement squeezed his heart. And for the first time in his life he truly understood a woman’s needs enough to put her before himself.
Lifting his head, he stared into her eyes.
"This is making love, Charisse, not just sex."
Still, she fumbled to cover herself.
Uncertain, she lifted her hand to his cheek and he wanted to cry for the hesitancy in her touch.
My God, she’d no idea what she did to him.
Then her teeth nipped his bottom lip and she slicked her tongue over the sting.
Ah, she didn’t like it too soft.
What a woman.
His erection stung and he forced his rampant libido to behave.
Tonight was all about her, not him.
He grabbed the pillow from her arms and tossed it on the bed with two more before he lay back against them and spread his legs wide.
"You keep looking at my shaft as if it’s a grenade with the pin pulled. You need to familiarise yourself with my body. It’s all yours, baby. Feel free to explore and touch and whatever the hell else you want to do."
He gave her an encouraging smile.
And hoped to hell that she wouldn't kill him.
Charisse didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
The man was outrageous.
Lying naked before her, her gaze ran over his slim but powerful body. His skin was the colour of clear honey. His shoulders were wide. She loved the way his chest hair ran a silky path right down to his... Her breath hitched. And she was fascinated by the strength of his thigh muscles and his long and lean calves. His feet were long boned and narrow and absolutely beautiful. Who knew she had a thing for feet?
She hated the feeling of being totally out of her depth with absolutely no idea what she was doing, but her inquisitive mind couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to touch him.
"But, I don’t know where to start."
Khalid ran his tongue over his top lip as he gave her big eyes and placed his arms behind his head.
He jerked his hips, which made his heavy erection bounce and bob in front of her riveted gaze. His testicles appeared heavy and swollen.
"Go for it," he said and spread his legs wider, bent his knees. "Why don’t you sit between my legs. Put a couple of pillows under your bottom to support your back and play with me. Trust me, you’ll soon get the hang of whether or not you’re making me happy."
Ten minutes later Charisse found herself up close and personal with a gorgeous man who was butt naked, and she wasn't in the slightest bit embarrassed about it. The only thing that worried her was what he might think if he saw the livid scars that marred her buttocks and low on her back. Then she told herself to make the most of this night, and not worry about something that couldn’t be changed. She would cross that bridge when she came to it. For the moment, she just wanted to experience something wonderful.
Her legs were bent at the knees as she lay them over his thighs. A position that opened her up to his hot gaze. A gaze that made her cheeks burn as his eyes dropped between her legs.
In her left hand she gently cradled his boys, as Khalid called his testicles, and with her right hand she fisted his erection in a firm grip doing exactly what he asked of her.
She couldn’t
She closed her eyes and took a long, shaky breath. "I’ve been incredibly stupid."
Another thought entered his head. "Have you ever been kissed before, baby?"
Her eyes flew to his and he read the honest to God truth.
No wonder the girl was trembling.
Stroking her arms to soothe, he heard her sigh, felt her body relax and her hands slid around his waist.
Very gently he placed his mouth on hers with a tenderness he should have shown her right from the very beginning. But their mutual hunger meant too soon tenderness wasn’t enough.
With exquisite care he made love to her with his mouth and took her deeper.
Her breath hitched. The low moan that came from extraordinary amazement squeezed his heart. And for the first time in his life he truly understood a woman’s needs enough to put her before himself.
Lifting his head, he stared into her eyes.
"This is making love, Charisse, not just sex."
Still, she fumbled to cover herself.
Uncertain, she lifted her hand to his cheek and he wanted to cry for the hesitancy in her touch.
My God, she’d no idea what she did to him.
Then her teeth nipped his bottom lip and she slicked her tongue over the sting.
Ah, she didn’t like it too soft.
What a woman.
His erection stung and he forced his rampant libido to behave.
Tonight was all about her, not him.
He grabbed the pillow from her arms and tossed it on the bed with two more before he lay back against them and spread his legs wide.
"You keep looking at my shaft as if it’s a grenade with the pin pulled. You need to familiarise yourself with my body. It’s all yours, baby. Feel free to explore and touch and whatever the hell else you want to do."
He gave her an encouraging smile.
And hoped to hell that she wouldn't kill him.
Charisse didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
The man was outrageous.
Lying naked before her, her gaze ran over his slim but powerful body. His skin was the colour of clear honey. His shoulders were wide. She loved the way his chest hair ran a silky path right down to his... Her breath hitched. And she was fascinated by the strength of his thigh muscles and his long and lean calves. His feet were long boned and narrow and absolutely beautiful. Who knew she had a thing for feet?
She hated the feeling of being totally out of her depth with absolutely no idea what she was doing, but her inquisitive mind couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to touch him.
"But, I don’t know where to start."
Khalid ran his tongue over his top lip as he gave her big eyes and placed his arms behind his head.
He jerked his hips, which made his heavy erection bounce and bob in front of her riveted gaze. His testicles appeared heavy and swollen.
"Go for it," he said and spread his legs wider, bent his knees. "Why don’t you sit between my legs. Put a couple of pillows under your bottom to support your back and play with me. Trust me, you’ll soon get the hang of whether or not you’re making me happy."
Ten minutes later Charisse found herself up close and personal with a gorgeous man who was butt naked, and she wasn't in the slightest bit embarrassed about it. The only thing that worried her was what he might think if he saw the livid scars that marred her buttocks and low on her back. Then she told herself to make the most of this night, and not worry about something that couldn’t be changed. She would cross that bridge when she came to it. For the moment, she just wanted to experience something wonderful.
Her legs were bent at the knees as she lay them over his thighs. A position that opened her up to his hot gaze. A gaze that made her cheeks burn as his eyes dropped between her legs.
In her left hand she gently cradled his boys, as Khalid called his testicles, and with her right hand she fisted his erection in a firm grip doing exactly what he asked of her.
She couldn’t
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