place of refuge when I was growing up. I loved being up here, away from everyone—even my brothers.
“Having his hands on you, his mouth on yours, it made me crazy. I saw red.” I settle beside her, needing her warmth and aching for her touch. Nesrin rolls over onto her side. Her eyes rake over me, burning every inch of me.
“I told you before, and I’ll tell you again, I’m yours.” Even though she says it, it didn’t stop me from flying into a rage earlier when I saw her with him. She reaches for my face, her touch warming me from the inside out.
“I want to see you,” I tell her, rolling onto my back as I crook my finger. With a narrowed gaze, she sits up, kneeling on the bed beside me. “Straddle me.” The order is clear, concise. She doesn’t argue, and I watch her climb over me as if she’s about to ride me, which makes my cock jerk with approval.
“Now what?” she sasses, crossing her arms in front of her chest; she tips her head to the side, but rolls her hips to taunt me.
“Take that dress off.” My voice is husky, my body is tense, craving to touch her, but I don’t. Not yet. Slowly, Nesrin reaches for the tie around her neck and unbuttons it. The material slips down her chest, toward her hips. Then, she slowly tugs the zipper down, the hiss of the metal teeth echoes in the night, which causes my blood to run hot through my veins as desire takes over.
I watch in awe, as she pulls the material over her body, and soon, she’s only in a pair of panties that covers her pussy. The dress finds the floor, and I lick my lips at the thought of tasting her again. Her nipples are hardened pebbles, taunting me.
“And now?”
“Touch yourself, tug those nipples for me.” A groan rumbles in my chest when she wiggles her ass on my crotch. Her hands move tentatively. I can see her tremble. Even though she squares her shoulders, attempting to show confidence, I can tell she’s nervous. Her eyes dart between my mouth and my eyes.
“I’m…”
“Look at me,” I command. “We’re alone up here. And you’re making me so fucking hard, I can’t think straight. Just seeing your beautiful body has my muscles tense.” Her eyes widen, shock dancing in those golden orbs. “In a very good way.”
“It’s new to me. Having someone watch me,” she admits what I read in her demeanor. Nervous energy emanates from her with every shiver that passes through her frame.
“That’s okay,” I tell her, hoping to sound calm and not like a raging beast craving to devour her whole. I take her hands, guiding her fingers slowly up her sides, teasing a path to her tits. They’re just over a handful, her nipples are a light brown, with pebbled buds that are calling to me to suck on. “Close your eyes and imagine you’re alone. That you’re in bed, and I’m not even here.”
A slight nod is all I get, and she obeys. Her lashes flutter onto her cheeks, and she focuses on the task at hand. A soft moan falls from her lips as she tweaks them. Tugging gently, she whimpers when I grip her hips to keep her from moving on me. My cock is aching, and for a moment, I’m second-guessing this particular game.
I watch her for a long moment. She truly is spectacular. “If you keep that up, I’m going to make it hurt more than I already plan to,” I warn. My jaw ticking as my teeth grind together in an attempt to calm down. But she only smiles, finding her rhythm, lost in the pleasure she’s bestowing on herself, as well as me.
Another dick-jolting sigh comes from her plump lips as she taunts me with her heat flush against my crotch. Reaching up, I allow my fingertips to trail over the smooth, caramel skin of her chest, down between her breasts, and over her flat stomach. The panties she’s wearing are tight against her mound, and the heat of her is searing on my crotch.
I lift her up, moving us, so I can stand. With my gaze locked on hers, I watch her expression change, as she takes in my body when I shrug out of my unbuttoned shirt, then my slacks. Soon, I’m standing before her in only my boxer briefs.
I take my place on the bed again, before