Possession of the Sheikh: (Interracial BWWM Erotica) (The Men of Sharjah Series Book 2) (9 page)

Chapter Six

Before I could even finish my statement, he was pushing forward, trying to get inside of me.  With his hands gripping my ass, he gently lifted my hips as he pressed forward.  I shivered, my pussy growing wetter at the sensation of him stretching me, filling me. 

His gaze held mine as he sank deeper and deeper inside of me, and I could easily glimpse the knowing expression on his face.  I shouldn’t have been embarrassed but for some reason I was.  I started to close my eyes, as if to shut him out, but he refused to let me. Instead he chose that moment to thrust forward, pushing through my tight, slick wetness until he was buried to the hilt.

I cried out, first in surprise, then discomfort, but he didn’t stop or gentle his strokes. If anything he slammed into me harder as he lowered his body to mine, so that he covered me until his face rested within the curve of my neck.  

The blunt edge of his nails dug into my ass, and it was all I could do to wrap my legs around his waist as he pummeled my pussy.  The wet sounds of my cunt sucking him in joined the echo of our bodies slapping together, but they did not rival the groans rumbling out of Khalil as he took me with a savage passion that stole my breath.

There was nothing gentle about the pounding he was giving my pussy, and despite my arousal it had been so long since I’d had sex, that I could already feel the ache throbbing between my legs, almost as intensely as I could feel my mounting climax.  The sensations were intense, too intense, and I called Khalil’s name, as I dug my heels into his back.

“What, Nala? Is this too rough for you? Too hard?”

I knew better than to answer, especially when he reared back to look into my eyes.  His strokes quickened, and if anything he went deeper, and thrust into me harder. I gasped, then moaned, unable to make sense of the dueling sensations within my body, although this was not the first time Khalil had introduced me to both during our lovemaking.  It had just been so long ago, that my body was ill prepared.

“I told you I would punish you,” he said, as if reading my mind.  “That day in your boardroom.  I told you I would punish you for even insinuating I would share what’s mine, that I would ever share you with another, and allow you to take a lover.”

I started to shake my head in protest, but he effectively cut me off when he unlocked my legs from behind him and lifted them to his shoulders.  The new position gave him deeper penetration so that the next stroke I swore I felt all the way to my womb.

He drilled into me for several seconds, completely wild and out of control as lewd curses tumbled from his lips.  He took me hard and fast as if he wanted to fuck my pussy raw.  I didn’t think it would be possible for me to even come, but when I felt the stirrings of his release, I was overwhelmed with a rush of tingling warmth spreading from the center of my belly, and I soon found myself joining him.

With a loud grunt, he slammed into my body, his hands digging into my ass as he worked me against his cock, holding me there until he erupted.  At the first blast of his hot semen, I shuddered.  It wasn’t as intense as other orgasms, but it was a sharp, piercing release that sent tiny quakes through me leaving me breathless and gasping for air.  He groaned low and deep as his cock twitched and his body jerked uncontrollably while he pumped his cum into me.  His orgasm went on for some time, and when his sperm began to trickle out of me, it was all I could do to hold back a tiny smile. 

The strength and quickness of his release was as telling as my body had been upon his initial penetration.  When I tightened my pussy around him, I thought he would come undone all over again, as he shuddered and spurted inside me one final time before collapsing atop my body.

I wanted to run my hands across his slick back and hold him until his breathing quieted, but with my wrists still bound, all I could do was run my leg up and down the length of his, soothing him until our heartbeats slowed to a steady pace.

With our legs entwined and Khalil still inside of me, his heart beating to the rhythm of mine, I felt a tiny little crack pierce my icy resolve.  I wanted to believe him, that he was sincere and truthful this time, but I still refused to trust him again, because I would never forget the promises he’d made to me nor the devastation I’d felt when he’d broken every single one and walked away. 

At the same time, I would be a fool if I didn’t admit the man Khalil portrayed himself to be, and the man he actually was, were at stark odds.  The man I’d just made love to had barely maintained a semblance of control the entire time, but even if he had, the intensity of his orgasm was revealing.  Khalil may not have gone without sex for quite as long as myself, but I would bet my entire law firm that Khalil was a far cry from the man who had a different woman on his arm every week.  More to the point, Khalil may have had a different woman on his arm every week, but I had a feeling he hadn’t had one in his bed for several months, which left me to wonder—
why?
               

*****

Khalil awoke with a start the next morning.  One quick glance at his watch told him it was well past midmorning.  He hadn’t slept past dawn in years.  With a rueful smile, he reminded himself that what he’d done last night and well into morning was something he hadn’t done in years either—fifteen years to be exact.  Sabeen was the only woman who made him completely insatiable, to the point that he wasn’t going to let a little thing like sleep stand in his way. 

Just the thought of her and he could already feel himself growing hard again, but when he reached for her, and found nothing but a cold, empty space beside him, he frowned.  At some point during the night he’d removed her bindings.  He looked around his tent, which was spacious, but not so much that he couldn’t easily see it was empty, save him. 

He was just about to go in search of her when he heard a high pitched bleat, followed by a thud, and a long litany of curses in at least three different languages, from what he could tell.  Khalil was quick to action, pulling on his pants to march out of his tent.

The sight that greeted him brought a wide grin to his face. 

Sabeen was entirely covered in dust, after having been dumped on her ass into the sand by his stubborn camel, who now looked at him with such innocent, round eyes that he couldn’t help but laugh.

“This is not funny.  Your camel is a stubborn bastard.  I was just trying to ride him for a minute.  I’ve ridden many camels before, but every time I get ready to climb on his back, he
waits
until the very last second to move, and then dumps me, only to stand there and look at me like he has no damn clue.”

“Well your first problem,” Khalil said as he started toward her, “is that Cleo is a
she
—“

“Figures.”

“
And
,” he continued.  “She doesn’t seem to care for female riders—“

“A cock blocking camel,” Sabeen began to laugh.  “I can’t decide if I want to high five her or give her a pink slip with your reputation.”

Khalil allowed his amusement to show, but her comment had reminded him that after last night there was one matter they needed to discuss.

“We need to talk.”

The intensity of his softly spoken words seemed to sober her and she nodded. 

“Can it wait until after I bathe?”

It hadn’t been his intention, but the image of her naked and dripping wet fired his blood, and no doubt she glimpsed the heat now darkening his gaze, because her lips parted and though it was very faint, he did not mistake her tiny gasp.

“As I knew they would, the tribe moved on this morning,” He nodded toward the horizon where the sprawl of tents had been just last night, but not so anymore.  “So we will have the oasis to ourselves.”

Sabeen followed his gaze.  “Okay, but—”

“Give me a second to grab some things, and we can go together.”  Before she could argue or change her mind, he packed a bag of toiletries, with a towel and a change of clothes for them both.

It wasn’t too hot out so they decided to walk the fifteen-minute distance.  The journey there was mostly silent, but once they arrived at the oasis and its
caravanserai
, Sabeen seemed genuinely awed by the beauty around her, as she marveled at the expansive body of water which was surrounded by dozens of date palm trees.

“It’s just beautiful.” She beamed, the sun bringing golden highlights to her sable hair and a rose hue to her cheeks. 

“I couldn’t agree more.”

Covered in dust and filthy clothes, she was as beautiful as she’d been the day of their wedding, if not more. 

Maybe it was the way he tracked her every movement with his eyes, or that he now stalked toward her with a hunter’s gate, but Khalil had no doubt, she knew he hadn’t been referring to the beauty of the oasis.

“I thought you wanted to bathe,” he said, when he came to a stop before her.  “Here, let me help you.”

When she still didn’t speak, he tugged the garment she wore over her head and flung it aside, before slipping out of his pants.

“I thought you wanted to talk,” she countered.

As he waded into the water with her, he discreetly hid his smile.  Despite, that mere inches separated their naked bodies and his hands rested on her hips, Sabeen still did her best to put some distance between them, even as he kept pulling her back.  She held herself still, but not rigid, her expression somewhere between wariness and outright distrust. He knew one night would not change that, but he still found her guarded posturing amusing, not only because of what they’d done the night before, but also because he fully understood how one of Sabeen’s nature approached intimacy. 

He hadn’t been wrong all those years ago.  Sabeen was not a true submissive, because she truly did not find pleasure in submitting to her lover, but in being forced.  Even now, every time she tried to step back only for him to tighten his hold on her and pull her to him harder, her eyes ignited with passion. 

“We will talk,” he said finally.  “After we bathe.”

Had she even thought to protest, Khalil didn’t know, but he hadn’t waited to find out either.  He pressed his lips to hers, seducing her with hot, wet strokes of his tongue.  She sighed, the soft sound whispering through him, filling him with an urgent hunger. One day soon, he promised himself he would take his time and explore her body, and leisurely make love to Sabeen.  But today was not that day.

The oasis had been formed over hundreds of years, the sand and dirt creating solid walls to enclose the crystal spring waters.  Bracing his back against the edge of the pool, he firmly planted his feet into the sand until he felt sturdy.  Afraid if he held her weight and he lost his footing he would wind up injuring them both, Khalil wrenched his mouth from hers long enough to spin Sabeen around, and bring her ass flush against him until his cock gently nudged her opening.  The water was deep in the center, but where they stood, it was barely three feet, so even with her slightly bent forward, he felt safe she wasn’t in danger of drowning. 

Spreading her legs apart, he pointed his dick at her hole, then grabbed her hips and thrust home.

“Fuck.” He hissed, his curse joining her soft cry.  With her tight, wet, heat clenching his dick like a sweet, honeyed fist, he could already fill his sac drawing up tight. It was all he could do to hold himself still and not bust a nut.

“You make me wanna come, and I’ve barely gotten inside you.”

Her only response was to moan his name, and he heard the plea for him to begin to move.

“I’m not going to last, Nala,” he groaned as he started to fuck her, his hips pistoning back and forth sending his dick tunneling deeper into her vice grip pussy.

She mumbled out something incoherent, before calling his name again.  As if his urgency drove hers, she grew wetter around him, her hips bucking, her cunt squeezing and milking him uncontrollably.

Leaning forward, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, his hands gripping her shoulder blades, as he pressed his chest to her back, and rode her hard, rotating his hips with every stroke so that with each thrust he hit her G-spot.

It didn’t take long before she was writhing and screaming beneath him, and he fucked her through the storm of her orgasm.

“Shit, that pussy is so wet.”

“Khalil,” she cried out, her entire body trembling, as she drenched him with her hot warm juices.  The musk of her cum began to unravel him but when her pussy clamped down all around him, and sucked him all the way inside until he was buried balls deep, he burst like a volcano.

The sounds that roared out of him he barely recognized as his own as he spurted jet after jet of his cum deep into her waiting pussy.  Holding her locked to him he came so hard, every muscle in his body seized until he was spent, and had nothing left to give.  He swore he’d completely emptied his balls inside of her so when he finally pulled out, he wasn’t surprised that their combined juices leaked from her slit. 

When she finally faced him, he was relieved to see she appeared as shaken as he felt.  But then he shouldn’t have been surprised.  The sparks they set off in the bedroom could start a wildfire that would blaze for days.

“We better bathe before it gets too hot,” she said, almost absently, and he could still tell she was dazed, but she had a point.  If they didn’t get back to the shade and shelter of the tent before the desert heat became sweltering, their bath would be for nothing.