Dez

 

Soraya was warm and light in my arms. Her lips were soft and insistent against mine, her legs squeezing around me and fingertips stroking up the back of my shoulders. A half-groan, half-growl tore from deep within me as I explored the inside of her mouth.

But I was still worried about her injuries and tried not to grip her too hard.

“Dez,” she panted breaking away from me and I immediately set her down. “No,” she groaned, and her hands smoothed up my chest. “Stop treating me like I’m made of glass!”

“How do I know you’re not being reckless again?” I asked.

“Because I’m with you,” Soraya said in a voice that had me pulling her in close. Her fingers fiddled with my waistband and a hot surge of want barreled through me. “Dez, I’m okay. Stop punishing yourself.”

I said nothing, only stepped back and looked at her. The room was dim, shadowy lights coming in from the outside and from an old string of holiday lights I’d strung across the wall a long time ago. Soraya seemed to glow as she smiled at me.

“That’s not your shirt,” I said, a smirk tugging up into my cheek.

She tossed her head. “I look better in it than you do.”

“Probably better out of it,” I murmured, finding the first button and undoing it slowly. She watched me, her face lighting up with mirth and I undid the next one. “What?”

“Do I get extra credit for this, Professor Devoy?” she asked in a voice that made my fingers slip off the next button. Her hands slid up my arms.

“Raya,” I said in a strangled voice, then I let out a breathless laugh. “You’re too much.”

Suddenly her hands slid down and slipped inside of my pants, finding my length and pumping along it. A hiss of air escaped me and I closed my eyes.

“Prof, you’re packing,” she teased.

With a growl, I spun her around and held her against me. My other hand slipped down, pushing her panties to the side and finding her warmth. A mewl escaped her as Soraya’s head fell onto my shoulder and she began to pant with every touch.

“Oh, Dez, like that, mmm,” she murmured, biting her lips.

Nuzzling her neck, I laughed into her ear. “What happened to ‘professor?’”

“I-I…” She gasped and shivered against me as I quickened the pace. Her head turned and I found her lips as she tensed and then let out a wild cry, breaking apart. “Dez!”

I was so hard now, I couldn’t wait, “Not done, Ms. Lafi,” I said into her ear as I ripped off her panties and she let out a cry of protest. I silenced her with a kiss.

“Dez! I liked those!” she said when we broke apart. Further words were lost as I pulled her against my hardness, then freed my straining rod and teased it along her.

“You need to learn your lesson,” I murmured wickedly into her ear, fire racing along my skin and up from a deep place of need. She’d unleashed some inner beast. One that would only be satiated by this impossible, gorgeous, and delectable woman. “And I’m going to take my time.”

“Good,” she panted, wriggling against me and I slid in. “Ah, Dez!”

She was gripping my arms for support as I bent her slightly forward. Her silken warmth was almost too much to handle and I stayed still for a moment, getting my bearings. Gripping her thigh, I lifted it and placed it on the bed, laying my other hand flat on her stomach.

Soraya was whimpering now, her body shaking and then she gasped as I began to move slowly against her. “Harder, please,” she begged.

“Sh,” I murmured, kissing her neck and she sagged against me. “No talking. Just feel.”

To my surprise, Soraya obeyed and let out a sound of satisfaction. I moved slowly, wanting to cherish this, to make her know how much I’d wanted this. But more than that, how much I wanted her in my life. How much of a part of me she’d become.

As time stretched out and idled, our breathing became harsher and I struggled to hold back. Pressure was mounting and I began to move quicker, listening as Soraya’s pleasure increased as well. We were one now, lost in each other and this rhythm of pleasure.

Finally, it peaked and Soraya was clenching around me, crying out. I shattered a moment later and slowly, slid out. It was disorienting to be apart.

She turned and pulled me with her, falling backward onto the bed. Her hands were at my pants, pushing them down and off. Then I flipped her onto her back, fingers flying as I undid every button. Sitting up so I could push it off, I reveled in her long legs and smooth curves.

My fingers teased along the Bastet tattoo on her thigh, the cat glancing over its shoulder with coy amusement. She also had a pattern of gold flowers in the center of her chest and a script on the side of ribs. Veni. Vidi. Amavi.

“We came, we saw, we loved,” I translated, brushing along it.

“To remind myself that life is not all fighting,” Soraya murmured, finding my hand and linking our fingers. “Something I’d forgotten recently. Until you, Dez.”

Our eyes met and I looked down at her. “I love you,” I said and her eyes went wide. “Sh, wait, you don’t have to say anything. There’s–”

But Soraya had pulled me down to her, her lips blistering on mine and her hands pressing into my shoulders. Her cheeks were damp and I sighed against her. She was as intense as a flame.

“Dez," she said when we broke apart and I pulled back, looking down at her. Her eyes were shining like stars and she smiled through her tears. “I love you, too. I think I have since I laid eyes on you.” She laughed “Wearing an Armani suit and Timberland boots.”

I let out a gruff chuckle, overwhelmed by her words. “I won you through fashion?”

“No, you won me because of you,” she murmured. “Because you’re a king among men.”

I took her hand and pressed it to my cheek, “Soraya, wait, I–”

“Sh,” she said, slipping her arms around me and shaking her head. “No talking. It can wait.”

Hesitating only a moment, I leaned down and kissed her again. Her legs were sliding around my waist, trying to pull me closer, but I held back to torment her. Soraya became impatient, her hands sliding down, but I caught them and pinned them above her head.

Our bodies were flush, her bare skin on mine and the sensation had me groaning. Her breasts pushed into my chest and I lifted my head. Trailing kisses down her neck, I captured one dark nipple and nipped at it.

Soraya arched up, gasping out my name and I chuckled.

“Dez, oh yes, oh!” she cried out as my tongue swirled around and around. Then I went to the other one and she was writhing, trying to get her hands free. But I pinned her down harder.

In her distraction, I slid in and was gratified as she let out a scream of bliss. Her body was quaking against mine as I began to move, raising my head to look down at her. Eyes shut, her head was tossing and her heels dug into my back.

“Faster, harder, please,” she moaned.

“You feel amazing,” I said gruffly and her eyes fluttered open. “You’re too beautiful for words.” Letting go of her wrists, I slid my hands down and lifted her waist. Now I was hitting deeper and harder, making Soraya lose all control. “I love seeing you like this.”

“You’re the only one who-who can do this to me, Dez,” she gasped out, clawing at the blankets, then at my back. “How are you – oh!”

She went rigid against me as she came, holding onto me and crying out. I tried to slow down and draw out her pleasure, but with a few more thrusts, I was gone too.

We collapsed onto the bed and Soraya clutched me when I tried to move.

“Where are you going? Stay here.”

“Raya, I’ll be right back,” I murmured. “I need water.”

Darting into the kitchen, I got two glasses of water, then tucked a small box under my arm and hurried back. Soraya was sitting up against the headboard, a blanket wrapped around her and she smiled at me lazily as I handed her a water.

“Thank you,” she said.

“I have something else for you,” I said, sliding under the blankets and passing her the box.

Soraya held it for a long moment, then gave me an accusing look. “What is this?”

“I don’t know, open it and find out,” I said, pressing my cold foot against her calf. She jumped and laughed.

A small tremor went through her fingers as she popped it open, then gasped. “Oh, Dez.”

Inside lay a sparkling necklace, woven in an elegant and bold filigree. Next to it was a ring of the same design. She slid it onto her index finger, then lifted the necklace.

“Will you?”

“Gladly,” I murmured, sweeping her hair aside and clipping it on. “Beautiful.”

“You didn’t have to – I hope this didn’t cost too much,” Soraya said, plucking at it.

“It was made for you,” I said simply. “Cost wasn’t a question.”

The jewels shimmered on her dark skin as Soraya leaned over and kissed me. “Dez, you’re spoiling me, you have to stop.”

“I can’t, and I won’t,” I said, laying down and pulling her on top of me.

Our hands were everywhere, tongues hungry and playful. Rolling onto my side, I pressed against her and Soraya slung a leg over my hip. With one thrust I was inside of her again.

Under the blankets, the heat built up quickly and our skin slipped, slick with sweat. Soon we were gasping, my forehead pressing into hers as I cupped the back of her neck and descended into a spiral of absolute ecstasy.

All too soon, that blinding bliss hit me and we fell apart.

I was still on my back when Soraya scooted over and landed her chin on the center of my chest, looking up at me. The sparkle in her eyes was as bright as the necklace.

“What?” I asked.

“I never really wanted a boyfriend,” she said and my eyebrows went up. “But I think I have been looking for you, Dez, whether I realized it or not.” She let out a sigh. “That’s why I didn’t want to be far away from you.”

I hugged her closer, overcome. “You and I are supposed to be together.”

"You think?" Soraya asked, with a wistful note in her voice.

“I know,” I said.