Chapter 15
Alex turned to watch her husband of six weeks as he jogged toward her from the beach. He had been for a run, and he was glistening with sweat. They were finally on their honeymoon, after a period of mourning for his father, who had died in his sleep a week after they married. When he reached her, he bent over with his hands on his knees, breathing heavily, and when he straightened, she handed him the bottle of water she had brought out for him. He accepted it and drank thirstily.
“Thank you,” he said, still panting lightly.
“You’re welcome. Do you feel better now?” She grinned as she asked, and he swatted her on the bottom as he moved past her.
“You will find out after I’ve showered, lady,” he said, the promise in his voice making her tingle.
She watched him walk into the bungalow, and sat on the lounge chair, closing her eyes and savoring the peaceful sound of the ocean. She let her mind wander back three months, to the day he had found her at Mrs. Wilcox’s home…
Mrs. Wilcox got home shortly after Amir left, and Alex hugged her.
“Thank you,” she said. “I loved my surprise.”
The old lady laughed softly. “I thought you would, my dear. What a handsome young man he is, too. I hope you said yes?”
“Yes, ma’am, I did,” she replied happily, and showed her the ring. “And thank you so much for agreeing to keep Simone tomorrow.”
Mrs. Wilcox smiled. “He didn’t seem as though he could hold off on all the things a man wants to do with the woman he loves, and Simone would only be in the way. And you know she’s no trouble to me.”
They said their goodnights, but Alex didn’t fall asleep quickly, and when Amir arrived for her next morning, she had only managed to sleep for a few hours. Still, she was too excited to feel tired. Anything he chose to do with her, she was ready for. He took her for breakfast, and then he took her horseback riding. She was a rank beginner, so most of the time was spent going at a slow pace, once she learned how to direct the horse, and how to get on and off.
Then he took her back to his hotel. Alex felt her nerves begin to flutter at the thought of what would happen once the doors were closed. She had never been fully alone with him, and she knew that he wanted her. Would he be gentle? Could she handle his passion? Would she satisfy him?
“You’re thinking too much,” he said in her ear. “We’re going swimming.”
“You may change in here,” he said, pointing her to his bedroom. “Don’t be long!”
She ventured out eventually to find Amir standing by the picture window. He turned as she approached, and held his arms out to her. She ran into them, and he hugged her tightly, kissing her hard and deep.
“Let me see you,” he said, and pulled the coverall off her shoulders. His eyes took her in, from her head down to her toes, and she shivered beneath his gaze. “Turn around,” he urged her, and she turned until her back was to him.
She felt his hands sliding over her bottom, and then he slipped his fingers between her legs. “Open,” he ordered her, his voice harsh with lust.
She did as he bid her, and he fondled her through the seat of her suit. She moaned when he slid a finger beneath the material and found her wet slit.
“Will you give yourself to me now, habibti?” he asked, stroking her folds with one hand, and holding her steady with the other.
“Yes,” she breathed out, and leaned back against him.
He spun her around, suddenly impatient, and stripped her of the suit she had only just put on, until she stood before him in nothing but his ring. Growling out his pleasure at the sight of her, he pulled her in and kissed her again and again, spreading her legs with his thighs, pulling her up to ride his leg, while he systematically stripped her of her inhibitions. By the time she was moaning out her first orgasm, he was beyond ready to take her, He picked her up and lay her on the wide sofa, not willing to go the extra distance to his bed, and settled himself between her legs. She hadn’t seen him remove his trunks, but now she stared at his fully nude body and her heart raced, He was beautiful, and hard…and hers.
“Open for me, my love,” he begged her. “I promise to be more patient next time.”
She wrapped her legs around his waist as he thrust in, and the discomfort from four years of non-use was only momentary as he waited until her body accepted the heated fullness of his length inside her. He kissed her as he waited, raising her passion back to fever pitch as he nibbled and sucked and licked her, moving down to her breasts, until she was squirming beneath him, moaning and wishing he would move.
“Amir, please,” she whispered finally, when he remained still between her legs, torturing her with kisses and love bites.
He pulled out slowly, making her hiss as he withdrew, and she tightened her legs around him. He slid back in, and she gasped. His movements were slow, deliberately teasing her, tormenting her, and she growled as she held him inside her, tightening her strong walls around his invading shaft.
“Oh love,” he breathed into her mouth, and thrust in harder, deeper, making her grunt.
Over and over he plunged into her, and she welcomed him, holding him with trembling arms to her chest, and biting him wherever her teeth landed. He lost it, speeding up and taking her wildly, all his control lost to her urgency and his need for her. She felt herself falling apart beneath him and screamed his name as she came, and Amir followed her almost immediately, howling out his release into her neck, his big body shaking above hers as he came.
Even now, thinking about their first time made her warm, and when he walked out, dressed in loose-fitting cotton shorts and a t-shirt, she felt her heart race. Her cheeks were warm, and she sipped her own water, trying to cool herself down, and hoping he didn’t notice. This was the second day of their two-week-long honeymoon, and he had not let her out of bed until late last night, taking her with him to the hot tub where they had both soaked away the soreness of their sexual marathon. She had been surprised that he was able to get up and go for a run so early. She had taken the opportunity to soak again, because she had a sneaking suspicion that she was in for another marathon, and she wanted to be ready. She never wanted to refuse him.
He surprised her, not doing more than kissing her senseless every chance he got all day. They went horseback riding, a skill he had taught her once they had returned to Mubaira. They played a little tennis, at which she sucked, and there was consequently a whole lot of laughter. They played in the surf and swam and sunbathed. By evening, they were pleasantly tired, and she was horny. She had had no idea that she could be so needy for a man, until Amir had showed her how it could be between two people who love each other.
She turned to watch him as he dozed before dinner, his long lightly furred legs stretched out, one bent at the knee. She rose from her seat and went to where he lounged, and knelt beside him, needing to touch him, to assure herself that after all, he was hers to touch. His t-shirt clung to his six-pack and biceps, and his shorts left nothing to the imagination. She reached out to touch the part of him that had owned her since the first moment that he had thrust it into her. It twitched when she touched it, and she smiled. It seemed that even in his sleep she owned him, too. She stroked him lightly, loving the way he twitched beneath her palm. Feeling emboldened, she slipped her hand beneath the waistband of his shorts to touch the steel and silk of his hardening length.
His eyes snapped open and, embarrassed at being caught violating him while he slept, she tried to pull her hand away, but he grabbed her and sat up, pulling her up and settling her on his lap.
“Is there something you need, Princess Alexandra?” he inquired. “Something I can help you with?”
She blushed, and Amir chuckled, delighted with her. “Tell me, habibti. Tell me what you need.”
To help her, he pressed her hand over his now fully erect rod, and squeezed it. She swallowed, and finally admitted in a hoarse whisper, “I want you inside me again, please, Amir.”
He put her gently on her feet, and stood up. “Undress me,” he ordered her, and lifted his arms so she could remove his t-shirt.
Then, when she hesitated, he took her hands and placed them on either side of his shorts. “Take them off, my love.”
His voice had gone raspy, and she shivered as she pulled them down his thighs. He stepped out of them, kicking them aside, and stood before her, naked and aroused.
“I am yours, my sheikha,” he declared. “Do what you will with me.”
Alex took him by the hand and led him indoors, pushing him onto their bed while she did a slow striptease for him. He held his breath as she removed each article of clothing, and when she was as naked as he was, she climbed onto the bed and slid one leg over his middle until her delicate lips were covering his erection. He hissed, and she moved back and forth on him, not taking him in, just pleasuring herself on his cock. She leaned down and kissed him, pushing her tongue into his mouth, kissing him hungrily. He gave her his tongue, and slid his hands to her hips so he could help her hump him. And when she released his lips to catch her breath, he bent his head and took a stiff nipple into his mouth. She hissed, and he suckled her slowly, while she rode him to her first orgasm, her cries echoing around their bedroom,
Shaking, she collapsed against his chest, and he smoothed her hair away from her face. “I love you so much, habibti,” he whispered, and flipped her, plunging at once onto her depths, making her cry out again and again as he took her back up to the peak of pleasure.
His hips rocked into her, and she raised her legs, which he placed on his shoulders, plunging deeper into her, changing the angle of his entry when he found just the spot that hit her nerve center and made her wail as she came again. He didn’t stop, but kept plowing her, pushing into her, withdrawing, stroking her sweet spot, and as he felt himself building to his own climax, he reached a hand between them and pinched her clitoris. Alex came so hard she lost herself for a moment, and when she returned to her senses, Amir was growling and shaking above her, plunging into her body until he stiffened and smothered his roar of completion in her neck.
They hugged each other, and Amir rolled to the side so he could hold his love to his heart without smothering her. As they lay, catching their breath, he remembered their first time on the jet, on their way to this idyllic spot. They had managed to make it to the jet on time — his Alexandra abhorred being late — and after a sumptuous luncheon, the hostess disappeared, leaving him alone with his wife. He stood and drew her to him.
“Come, my sheikha,” he had whispered in her ear. “I need you now.”
The bedroom on the jet was elegantly decorated, but Amir only had eyes for the woman clad in the red dress, her hair piled on top of her head, the jewels he had bought her gleaming in her earlobes and at her throat and wrists. He had wanted that dress off her. He wanted to make love to her with only the jewels on, and then he would strip her of those and have her again before they got to the island. He drew her into the room, closing the door behind her, and slid his arms around her waist.
“You are the most beautiful creature in the world, habibti,” he said, kissing her temples. “The most beautiful, and the most highly treasured.”
And then he had slowly ravished her, starting with removing that dress, managing not to rip it, though he wasn’t as successful with the lace panties she wore underneath. He had tasted her, from her head to her toes, coming back up to feast where she needed his mouth and hands and hard staff. Then, after he had made her call out in passion with his mouth, he had used his fingers to bring her to a second orgasm, before he took his own pleasure, flipping her over and taking her from behind, with Alex on her knees, her hands gripping the sheets as she moaned and whipped her head from side to side like a mad dog.
Now, she stirred in his arms, and he kissed her cheek and whispered, “Lie still, my love. I’ll be right back.”
He left the bed, and after he had cleaned up, he returned with a wet washrag to bathe her skin, and clean their combined juices from between her thighs. Then he threw the rag aside and climbed back into bed beside her, shifting their bodies so that she was not in the wet spot. She settled deeper into his body, and fell asleep. Amir smiled. He loved it when he wore her out, and he could see doing that until the day he died.
“I love you,” he whispered, hugging her closer to his heart. He had the rest of his life to show her, and to enjoy her showing him. He smiled, kissed the top of her head, and followed her into sleep.
THE END