The Sheikh's Captive Mistress (12 page)

She complied and slipped out of her sundress, standing before him in only her plain cotton underwear and bra. Munir did her the courtesy of doing the same, taking everything off until she enjoyed the full view of him with his cut physique, godly beautiful browned skin, and his cock straining against the fabric of his jockey shorts. Her mouth watered and her pussy grew wet with need, soaking her cotton panties. She remembered that dick, how good he tasted in her mouth. Grinning back at him like the sly fox she was, Emma removed her bra, slipped it delicately over her shoulders, and let it fall to the floor.

The bulge in his underwear jerked, and she raised her shoulders, emboldened by the effect she had on him.

“Well, my Sheikh,” she said, tracing her hands over the soft skin of her breasts and teasing them down the expanse of her belly. “It seems that I appeal to you.”

“I’ve been painfully lonely without you, nothing and no one could ever hope to complete me, my beloved.”

She didn’t wait any longer; after all, she’d been waiting too long for him and she’d ached for him as badly as he must have burned for her. Slipping out of her panties, she sashayed across the expanse between them. Emma leaned in and kissed Munir, and then ground her hips against his bulge, enjoying the feel of his cock pressing into her. Wetness flowed through her and her knees almost went out from under her.

But she maintained her position.

Licking her lips at him, she went over to her bed and laid across it, inhabiting and calling on that same confidence that had allowed her to do the dance of the seven veils like a whirling dervish, that had driven him mad in the past. Running one long nail over her upper thigh, Emma practically purred at him, “Come here and show me how much you’ve missed me, Munir.”

He lover slid his jockeys slowly over his hips, and she swallowed hard at the glorious sight of his rigid cock, springing free and wet with precum. She’d have all night to taste him as she had before, but she wanted something more now, something to fully seal their union.

“Please me, my Sheikh.”

“You need only ask,” he replied, sauntering over to her and leaning his weight on her body.

It was a delicious pressure already, to feel him solid and above her. He leaned down and nibbled at her neck, grazing his teeth over the soft skin of her collarbone. Emma bucked against him and ran her nails over his back, enjoying the way her skin scraped a bit against the tender flesh there. Munir’s mouth moved lower, laving over her nipples and then he focused his mouth over her right breast. At first he sucked, and she loved the way it felt, the way it made her areolas hard underneath his tongue. Then he surprised her by running his teeth delicately over her nipple, a slight bite of pain that also pulsed with pleasure
,
making her nerves erupt with heat as if consumed by lava.

She mewled and bucked against him again, reaching lower and grabbing his ass strongly in her grip. “Fuck me, Munir!”

“I’ll make love to you, my princess,” he replied, pulling away from her nipple and positioning his hips near her entrance. At first, he teased her, just tracing the head of his cock over her slick folds.

“No more teasing. I need this,” she commanded. “I need you.”

There was no more teasing, then. Just the sharp push of his cock inside of her and her own muscles loosened, accepting him inside of her. Munir started pumping his hips at an insatiable pace. She leaned up and wrapped her arms around his shoulder and kissed his cheek as she let her own rub against the rough stubble of his sideburns. They rocked together like that, two bodies joined as one as the delicious friction built between them.

Eventually, he came, shooting his essence deep inside her and she felt the crescendo of pleasure shoot through her even as her inner muscles massaged his cock. Spent, they fell back to the bed together, but did not untangle from one another. Her lover stroked her hair back from her face and smiled down at her, his expression magnetic.

“I missed you.”

“I can tell.”

“This is only the beginning,
habbibi
. We have the rest of our lives, and I love you.”

She grinned, no longer scared of her future or of the walls that had once bound her. There was no more carefully laid plan from her father, no longer any expectations that she would live a life that she didn’t even want.

No, there was only them and forever.

And she could live with that.

Leaning up, she kissed him, biting at his lip once more and enjoying the way he shuddered at her efforts. “I love you, too.”

***

The wedding this time was American in style. The first ceremony they’d celebrated had been an official Yomani ceremony staged when she first arrived back in the country in order to ease tensions with the rebels and establish her as the legitimate and rightful sheikha of Yoman. She’d worn the customary robe and veils of his culture and gone through a ceremony where she hadn’t understood the words with the Mullah helping her along by gesturing to her as he blessed their union.

It had been nice to share in her husband’s culture, but somehow it still hadn’t managed to feel like she was married, not until her own affair.

The first wedding had been massive, and dignitaries from all over the Middle East had come. They’d feasted on lamb and other delicacies for three days, and she’d danced until she felt as if her feet would fall off. This was a different affair, more sedate and private. Only a few people were in attendance. The same Mullah was presiding again, this time giving orations in English. Basheera and Naseem, as well as a few distant cousins of Munir’s had come. Even Alysssa, who had patched things up with her over e-mail after seeing coverage of the first marriage was there.

Her friend had often said after seeing it that
no one
could fake looking that happy, there was no way to fake a glow like that.

Of course, as she slid her hand over the flowing lace of her dress and the growing bump on her abdomen, she might have had a little help in the glowing department. She was already five months pregnant and really showing. It was so very overwhelming. In less than four months’ time, they’d be bringing their own future sheikh into the world. Emma aspired to be as kind to him as she was to Munir, to love their son with the same heart and dedication that his late mother had showered on him.

No more parents like Shadid would be allowed in the Yassin line.

Their child, of course, would want for nothing material, but it was more than that. Right here, she was making a vow for all their sakes that the most important thing they’d give their child would be love.

As they danced at the reception, Munir twirled her delicately around. “You seem sullen, my love.”

“It’s not that. I just…Alexis’s been great, trying to understand everything, and I think she and your cousin Farzad might actually be hitting it off. However, it’s not the same. I wish my parents could be here.”

Munir said nothing to that at first, but led her out onto the balcony. There, overlooking the twinkling stars of the night’s sky, was a familiar outline, the strong shoulders of her father.

“Daddy?” she gasped, bringing a hand to her mouth.

Her father turned and, while his glance toward Munir was reserved, the second he spotted her and the way she glowed with her pregnancy, he was grinning widely, as well. “Darling, do you think you could really get married without your father?”

She rushed over as fast as her growing girth would allow and hugged him tightly to her. “Daddy, I thought you hated me for moving here.”

“I’m not thrilled with your choices,” he corrected, reaching down and pushing her chin up with his hands. “But you’re happy. Alexis told me and said I had to see it. Then Munir bought me a first class flight here. I didn’t want to see it before, but I can now. I can’t completely bless this, but I am happy that you’re happy. Your mother and I want to be part of the baby’s life, too.”

“Where is Mom?”

“She couldn’t make it due to some Visa restrictions, but we’ll fix that. She’ll want to help plan the nursery, after all.”

Her eyes budged out at the thought of her mother helping with that, and she realized then that there were definitely things in the world scarier than the palace guard abducting you or murderous brothers with their eyes on the throne. There were always grandmas who assumed they knew it all.

Perhaps Basheera would help temper the whirling Southern Belle that her mother was.

Maybe.

Or they could all just learn to deal with such enthusiasm with lots of meditation.

A true smile split her face as she enjoyed a real father daughter dance for her wedding. Then, after they were done, her father bowed at her and led her to Munir. Her husband took her hand and let her back from the balcony to the ballroom floor. She swayed easily in his arms, despite her larger frame. Leaning in, she breathed deeply, relishing the safety that the scent of jasmine signaled for her.

“So, is this a fairy tale?” she asked, blinking wide eyes up at him.

He laughed and let one hand stroke her stomach. “It might be a tad too extreme for that,
habbibi
, but it’s us.”

She grinned at all their friends and family applauding for them and kissed him, relishing the sensation all over again as if it were the first time.

Yes, it was them and it was
perfect.

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