Chapter Fourteen
The first thing the sheikh removed was her dagger and its strap, and hearing it fall against the floor had Anisah gulping. It felt like having her best friend taken away from her, and her body half-rose in instinctive protest.
The sheikh’s dark head lifted at her movement, and he didn’t seem at all surprised to see her pale and trembling as she propped herself up on her elbows. “Trust me, anisdi.” His voice was quiet, his words both a promise and a command, telling her that he would be her dagger from here on.
It was exactly what she needed to hear, and so when the sheikh gently pushed her back to lie against the bed once more, she no longer thought of running away. She simply closed her eyes…and trusted him.
Soft kisses rained down every inch of skin exposed as the sheikh slowly pushed her robe up, and Anisah shivered as cool air caressed her skin. His lips traced the length of her legs, and her entire body arched involuntarily when his mouth brushed against her sensitive knees.
Oh stars above, not a minute had even passed and already she couldn’t stop herself from shaking. She covered her mouth as the sheikh’s lips started getting closer to her crotch, and she tried to keep her cry to herself when the sheikh started nuzzling her lace-covered womanhood.
“P-Please…”
“Please what?” The sheikh’s low chuckle only served to make her arch against his mouth, and when he kept moving his lips up and down her folds, she pressed her hands harder to her mouth, struggling to stay silent even as an embarrassing amount of moisture started to make her folds creamy and swollen.
Her legs started to twist restlessly against the bed, and fire continued to snake insidiously through her bloodstream even when the sheikh’s mouth finally started moving again. She felt the robe move up alongside his lips, and this time it was his tongue that licked a tantalizingly wet trail from her belly all the way up to the valley of her breasts.
One swift whipping motion had her robe over her head and falling silently to the floor, and when another second passed, the sheikh had already unclipped the front clasp of her bra. The cups fell to the sides of her body, and as cold air once again kissed her skin, her nipples started to tighten and stiffen until they were pointed, pouting buds begging for his attention.
Her dazed eyes followed his movement as the sheikh leaned back on his haunches, and when the sheikh asked hoarsely, “Would you like to undress me?” –
Tarif reached for Anisah’s hands at her shy nod, and he slowly pulled her up until she was on her knees. His hot gaze stayed on her lovely, flushed face as he guided her hands to the knot of his tie, allowing him to see the way her tongue darted out to wet her lips when she started to unwind the tie from his neck.
It was an arousing sight, and he had to breathe hard in an effort to control himself from unzipping his pants and sinking his hot, aching cock into her moist, tight pussy.
He watched her rise up on her knees when it was time to take his jacket off, and a groan slipped past his lips when her bare breasts pressed against his chest as she bent forward. She started wriggling as she pushed his jacket down his arms, and Tarif closed his eyes as he struggled against the urge to throw her on her back and fuck her then and there.
Her fingers were slow but surprisingly steady when she worked on unbuttoning her shirt and unfastening his belt, but she proved hesitant and confused when it was time to unzip his pants. Clouded eyes peered up at him, innocently begging for guidance, and his teeth gnashed as a wave of lust jolted his body at the exquisite look in her gaze –
Teach me how to please you. Make use of my body as you will. Please, please, please fuck me.
These were the words those beautifully expressive eyes of hers cried out, and they were his downfall. They pulverized his self-control and cast out every sensible thought from his mind. All that was left was a white-hot, frenzied need to possess her.
“Tory…”
The harsh note in the sheikh’s voice was her only warning. The next thing she knew he had thrown her on her back, and he was swiftly dealing with the last pieces of his clothing. In just a few seconds, his pants and briefs were gone, leaving him gloriously and spectacularly naked. She wanted to cry out at the sheer magnificent beauty of him, but there was no time to do so, with the sheikh hell bent on undressing her and having Anisah as naked as he was.
When his fingers clutched the band of her lace panties from each side, she lifted her hips instinctively, thinking that he would pull them down, but instead she heard a distinct tearing sound –
Anisah pushed herself up on her elbows with a gasp, and her eyes widened when she realized it was exactly what she had hoped thought – the sheikh had ripped her panties off her body, and this time she couldn’t stop herself from whimpering as she watched the torn pieces join the rest of their clothes on the floor.
Oh…dear…heavens…
Shudders racked both Tarif and Anisah as he lowered his large, powerful form and their naked bodies came into contact at the first time. He had known it would feel good, but ah fuck, this was too much. The feel of her soft curves was addictive, and as her supple flesh yielded to the hardness of his body, Tarif’s control broke and he was no longer able to hold himself back.
A long, agonized moan fell past Anisah’s lips when the sheikh’s hands felt as if they were suddenly everywhere. One moment, he was clutching her face as his mouth reclaimed hers in a deep, hungry kiss. Another moment and his large, strong hands were palming her aching breasts. She moaned as he started to knead and squeeze the twin globes, and she couldn’t stop staring as she watched his head started to descend towards her chest.
Lower and lower and lower –
Aaaaaah.
Her body arched as he flicked his tongue against her nipple, and she fell back against the bed with another whimper when he started nipping and playing with the pouting bud. Her fists clenched against the silk sheets when he finally started to suck, and by the time he moved to her other breast, she was beside herself with need.
“Sheikh, please…”
But the torture continued, and a feverish sensation claimed Anisah when the sheikh reached between their bodies until his fingers rediscovered her moist, swollen core. He drove one finger in without warning, and she screamed. Her hands curved over his broad shoulders as he continued sucking on her breast while his finger started thrusting in and out of her, and her body started to tighten when the sheikh thrust a second finger inside of her.
“Sheeeeeeeiiiiiiiikh….”
The sheikh bit her nipple hard just as his fingers drove deeper inside of her, and this time everything went white. She came with a broken sob, but the sheikh’s fingers continued to move in and out of her even as waves of orgasms rocked her body.
Only when the sheikh finally released her nipple with a loud popping sound did Anisah struggle to open her eyes, just in time to see the sheikh staring down at the triangle between her legs as he slowly drew his fingers.
Tarif’s head lifted sharply at the sound of Anisah’s whimper, and when he saw her staring at him wide-eyed, he kept his gaze on her as he slowly sucked the wetness that coated his fingers. A keening cry escaped her, and painful arousal seized his body at the sound.
It was time to make Anisah Kahveci his.
Anisah sucked in her breath as the sheikh moved up to loom over her, and his large, strong body settled between her legs. His gaze captured hers as he poised himself over her aching mound, and she bit back a cry as she felt the unmistakable nudge of his manhood against her entrance.
Tarif’s jaw clenched as he slowly pushed the head of his phallus past her entrance. “You’re so fucking tight,” he said hoarsely. He pushed his erection a few more inches deeper, and a groan was torn out of him when the muscles of her pussy tightened around his length.
Beads of perspiration lined the sheikh’s face as he fought to resist the urge to bury himself inside of her in one thrust. Instead, he worked the rest of his length into her inch by inch, his teeth grinding against each other when she started to pant and dig her nails into his back.
“Sheikh…” Her voice was aching, and the sound slashed at his control.
“No,” he bit out. “Call me by my name, my sweet.” His dark eyes caught hers, demanding her surrender. “Now, Tory.”
The commanding note in the sheikh’s harsh voice should have angered her, but instead it made her body burn hotter. Her lips parted, and she found herself obeying his command.
“T-Tarif---”
His mind shutting down at the exquisite sound, Tarif’s cock plunged past her hymen as he buried himself to the hilt. Her keening cry at the loss of her virginity only made him shudder, and when her nails dug deeper into his back, his hips started to move of its own accord.
“Oooooooh.” Anisah’s eyes rolled back as the sheikh started to move, slowly and steadily at first, but later becoming faster and rougher as they both felt the walls of her pussy begin to stretch in its effort to accommodate his girth.
An erotic cacophony of sounds began to fill his bedroom: the sharp, heavy slaps of their bodies slamming against each other, the loud, wet slide of his phallus as it thrust in and out of her, the sheikh’s growls and her breathless pants – their notes blended together to make the most exquisitely lurid music, and the more she heard it, the more she lost herself in the carnal demands of her shaking body.
Soon, she could only measure time by the number and depth of his thrusts. Soon, her world was entirely dependent on the savageness of his possession, and oh stars above, soon she even found herself sobbing his name out as he pounded into her harder and harder, faster and faster, rougher and rougher –
“TAAAAARIF!”
Pleasure burst out of nowhere, and she cried his name out as he drove into her one last time, a savage growl tearing out of his throat as the sheikh reached his own orgasm. She found herself clinging to him as she felt the sheikh fill her with his hot, sticky cum, and her eyes closed when she felt his hands curve under her bottom just before he grinded his body harder against hers, as if he wanted every drop of his cum spilled inside of her pussy.
The concept of time eluded her as she tried to catch her breath and make sense of the maelstrom of pleasure that continued to wreak havoc on her still-shuddering body. Was that normal? Was it always supposed to be that good? And how was it that she seemed to still want more –
The feel of the sheikh withdrawing from her interrupted her thoughts, and a shocking sense of emptiness struck her the moment she felt the sheikh pull his phallus all the way out. Was it over? Why did she feel sad about this? And what should she do now? Should she say ‘thanks’ or –
Strong hands clasping her hips startled Anisah into looking up, and she couldn’t help drawing a shaky breath at the lazy, devastating smile that curved on the sheikh’s lips. She had a sudden, instinctive urge to pinch herself. Was this real?
This man whose silky ebony locks she had gripped, this man whose lips had tasted every inch of her body, this man whose beauty almost seemed unreal, with the incandescent lighting overhead bathing his naked muscular torso with a golden glow – was this truly the man who had just minutes ago taken her virginity…and with it made her indelibly his?
The thought was…terrifying.
Tarif knew the exact moment the impulse to flee struck his lovely puritan, and his smile turned into a smirk. In this part, she had proved delightfully predictable, and the sheikh had no trouble pinning her hips down to the bed when she tried to get up.
“Sheikh---”
“Tarif,” he corrected her, and without giving Anisah a chance to realize what he intended to do next, he simply tightened his hold on her hips and flipped her over.
A gasp escaped Anisah when she found herself lying on her stomach, and then she had to gasp again when she felt the sheikh pulling her hips up until her butt was practically wiggling in the air. “Sheikh!”
But the only answer she got was the feel of the bed dipping as the sheikh rose to his knees, and her entire body stiffened when she felt him start to palm her butt.
Another moment and she felt the head of his phallus nudging against her entrance, and her mind threatened to shut down.
Oh…dear…
“S-Sheikh?” And when she still didn’t get an answer, she croaked out, “Tarif?”
The sheikh smiled. “Good girl.”
“I wasn’t aiming to be – ah!” Her eyes flew wide, and her fists automatically clutched at the sheets when she felt his engorged phallus slowly but steadily drive inside of her without warning. Stars above, how could this be possible? She found herself shaking her head, wondering if it was possible that she was only dreaming this –
But then she felt him lean forward, his hips pushing against the back of her legs, and Anisah cried out as the movement shoved his throbbing manhood deeper inside of her. This was real then? She twisted her head around to look at the sheikh over her shoulder, saying weakly, “You’re n-not supposed to be this hard right away – aaaah!”
The sheikh had withdrawn his cock almost all the way out before thrusting back inside of her in one forceful plunge.
“I think you’ve forgotten.” With each word, the sheikh began pumping his cock in and out of her, harder and deeper until she found her face flat against the bed while her butt went up higher and higher to take more of the sheikh’s cock.
“I went without sex for a long, long time for you.” The sheikh reached around her body to capture her breasts with his hands, and she moaned.
“So no, my sweet.” Tarif pinched her nipples, and her mewling cry of pleasure was his reward. “I should be this hard…” He pinched the tight buds harder, and she bucked against his hips.
Anisah whimpered as the sheikh bent close once more, and her eyes squeezed shut when she felt his breath tickle her ear. “I intend to make up for each and every damn day of my enforced celibacy.” The sheikh pulled back, and Anisah bit back a cry of protest when he released her breast. She should feel relieved, curse it, but instead her body ached for more of his touch. It was just so stupid –
“Ah!”
The sheikh took Anisah by surprise when he suddenly captured her hands behind her back while his other hand gripped her by the hair.
“Ready for another fucking, my sweet?”
Such dirty, dirty words, spoken in such a rough, gritty voice…
She should hate the way he was speaking to her, curse it – but she didn’t.
The lewd sound of the sheikh’s hips pumping hard against her filled the room as he plunged his thick, hard phallus into her over and over. It was agony – pure and beautiful agony – made more tortuous by the way he pulled her head and hands back, which forced her to straighten and cause her breasts to jiggle harder with every thrust of his cock.
She tried as hard as she could to keep quiet while clinging desperately to her waning senses, but the sexual clamor of her body proved impossible to ignore. She soon found herself panting like a woman made mindless with pleasure…and she just couldn’t stop.
Tarif knew he should be a lot gentler in making love to a woman who was having sex only for the second time in her life. His mind knew this - only his body refused to listen to it. The sound of her panting sent all rational thoughts out of his mind while propelling his most basic urges to the fore, and the sight of her swinging breasts had him ravaging her like a sex-driven beast.
His pace became wild and uncontrolled, his thick phallus thrusting all the way to her womb –
“TARIF!” The sound of his name on her lips as she shattered around him made him growl, and then he, too, was cumming. His fingers dug into the soft skin of her hips as he shot his load into her, and he didn’t let go until he had her pussy overflowing with his seed.
He should be exhausted by now, his cock limp with two consecutive releases, but when he heard her sob at the way his cum started to leak down her inner thighs, a pleasurable shudder gripped his body, and he found himself being hard again.
Anisah seemed to have felt it, too, as the next moment she was shaking her head in apparent disbelief as she glanced at him over her shoulder, saying weakly, “You can’t possibly…”
His cock answered for him, its size swelling inside of her, and Anisah whimpered. “Sheikh…” The pleading note in her voice was a mistake on her part. He liked the sound of it too much, and it had his cock forcing the walls of her pussy to stretch as it grew thicker and longer inside of her.
“Noooooo---” She made a sudden attempt to escape, but this, too, was a mistake. The sight of her trying to crawl away from him had his arousal reaching beyond breaking point.
One yank, and he had her falling against him with a cry. She tried to pull away as he leaned against the headboard, and once he was in position, he twisted her around and impaled her with one swift stroke.
Anisah screamed at the sudden penetration. He was so much deeper inside of her in this position, and he felt so much bigger, too. She looked down at him with dazed eyes, knowing she should protest his rather highhanded way of making love to her. But then his hands curved around her hips as he lifted her up –
Another moment, and he was bringing her down hard, and she screamed again.
Captivated by the sheer pleasure of his possession, Anisah no longer thought of trying to get away. Now, all she cared about was prolonging the pleasure, and she did so by heeding the silent command of his touch, the guiding pressure of his hand on her hips teaching her how to bounce on his cock like he was a stallion to ride.
Their bodies started to rock against each other in perfect harmony, and she threw her head back with a keening cry when he plumped one breast with his hand to take her nipple into his mouth. Suck, bounce, suck, bounce – it was the most deliciously lewd rhythm, and her body started to tighten bit by bit.
“T-Tarif…” Her eyes squeezed shut as soon as his name slipped past her lips. She sounded like she was begging – and the worst thing about it was that it was true. Her pending orgasm felt so, so close, but no matter how hard she ground her body against his, she couldn’t seem to get nearer.
“What is it?” the sheikh rasped.
“P-Please…”
“Tell me, my sweet,” he urged her hoarsely. “Tell me what you want.” And this time, he punctuated it by biting her nipple. Hard.
Shudders racked her body. Oh stars above, she was so, so close, so much closer now –
“Please,” she whimpered.
“Tell me, Anisah---”
“Please m-make me come!”
A growl of triumph escaped the sheikh, and then she felt him reach between their bodies, his fingers combing through the curls just before finding that tiny nub of swollen, aching flesh – one hard pinch of it, and they both shattered, her cries and his roars blending as they climaxed simultaneously.