Desert Orchid: The Desert Princes: Book 1 (13 page)

Lifting his head, he stared into her eyes.

"This is making love, Charisse, not just sex."

Still, she fumbled to cover herself.

Uncertain, she lifted her hand to his cheek and he wanted to cry for the hesitancy in her touch.

My God, she’d no idea what she did to him.

Then her teeth nipped his bottom lip and she slicked her tongue over the sting.

Ah, she didn’t like it too soft.

What a woman.

His erection stung and he forced his rampant libido to behave.

Tonight was all about her, not him.

He grabbed the pillow from her arms and tossed it on the bed with two more before he lay back against them and spread his legs wide.

"You keep looking at my shaft as if it’s a grenade with the pin pulled. You need to familiarise yourself with my body. It’s all yours, baby. Feel free to explore and touch and whatever the hell else you want to do."

He gave her an encouraging smile.

And hoped to hell that she wouldn't kill him.

Charisse didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

The man was outrageous.

Lying naked before her, her gaze ran over his slim but powerful body. His skin was the colour of clear honey. His shoulders were wide. She loved the way his chest hair ran a silky path right down to his... Her breath hitched. And she was fascinated by the strength of his thigh muscles and his long and lean calves. His feet were long boned and narrow and absolutely beautiful. Who knew she had a thing for feet?

She hated the feeling of being totally out of her depth with absolutely no idea what she was doing, but her inquisitive mind couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to touch him.

"But, I don’t know where to start."

Khalid ran his tongue over his top lip as he gave her big eyes and placed his arms behind his head.

He jerked his hips, which made his heavy erection bounce and bob in front of her riveted gaze. His testicles appeared heavy and swollen.

"Go for it," he said and spread his legs wider, bent his knees. "Why don’t you sit between my legs. Put a couple of pillows under your bottom to support your back and play with me. Trust me, you’ll soon get the hang of whether or not you’re making me happy."

Ten minutes later Charisse found herself up close and personal with a gorgeous man who was butt naked, and she wasn't in the slightest bit embarrassed about it. The only thing that worried her was what he might think if he saw the livid scars that marred her buttocks and low on her back. Then she told herself to make the most of this night, and not worry about something that couldn’t be changed. She would cross that bridge when she came to it. For the moment, she just wanted to experience something wonderful.

Her legs were bent at the knees as she lay them over his thighs. A position that opened her up to his hot gaze. A gaze that made her cheeks burn as his eyes dropped between her legs.

In her left hand she gently cradled his boys, as Khalid called his testicles, and with her right hand she fisted his erection in a firm grip doing exactly what he asked of her.

She couldn’t believe how hard but velvety smooth his pulsing flesh felt in her fist. She learned that the tight line which ran up his length was particularly sensitive and that the top inch just below the wide mushroom head was a particularly erogenous spot.

Experimenting, she used her thumb to spread a clear drop of fluid that emerged from the slit at the tip and his low moan encouraged her further exploration.

The more she played with him the more aroused she became, too.

And not once did Khalid’s eyes leave her face.

She licked her lips and his boys went too tight in her hand.

The low groan in his throat had her eyes fly to his.

His eyes were almost black as they burned into hers and his jaw was clenched tight.

He didn’t appear to be quite so relaxed now.

Testing, she licked her lips and again a tremble shuddered through him.

Ah, he liked that and she wondered what he would do if she kissed the pulsating tip of his erection.

She sent him a shy smile before bending her head and pressed a tender kiss on the engorged tip, which made him swell and harden even further in her hand.

A low purr sounded from deep in his throat.

The clear evidence of his arousal leaked from the slit and he gasped as she used the tip of her tongue to lick it.

Charisse frowned as she tasted him.

He had a clean salty taste, which was actually quite pleasant.

"Baby," he almost whimpered. "You are killing me here. If you do that I might come in your mouth and I don’t think you’re quite ready for that, yet." Then he moaned deep in his throat as her tongue stroked him harder. "Enough!"

In a fluid move, Charisse found herself on her back staring up into his fabulous face.

Her hand rose to cup a strong jaw that badly needed a shave.

As her thumb stroked his sulky bottom lip, Khalid sucked it into his mouth and bit it gently.

Immediately, a liquid arousal speared into her womb and her back arched under him.

She wanted to panic, wanted to fear, but his hands were so gentle as they touched her secret places, his clever fingers sliding over slick, wet and needy flesh.

Firm but careful fingers were touching where she needed to be touched and she loved it.

Nerves jangled and fought for domination of her senses until her body was bowed, rigid, as his wicked fingers kept her on the edge and retreated.

He lifted his head to study her burning face.

"You’re a quick learner, baby. Do you pleasure yourself?"

In response her cheeks went radioactive.

He gave a soft laugh filled to the brim with sheer wickedness. "There is nothing sinful about a woman understanding how her body works. You must show me what you like and how you like it. My turn."

His mouth captured hers in a hungry kiss that left Charisse breathless.

With tender strokes of his tongue he explored her mouth, encouraging her to reciprocate. He tasted of pure sin and she loved it.

His kisses sent her senses spinning and her body, already overheated, flamed with a passion that threatened to burn too hot, too fast.

And all the while, Khalid’s hands stroked her, relentless, even ruthless in the way he insisted she permit his exploration of her flesh. Not a single inch of her escaped his attentions.

Then he used that wicked mouth to go on an erotic voyage of discovery down her torso. The wonderful friction of his beard against her skin only heightened the pleasure.

His lips suckled the tender flesh of a too sensitive nipple and she arched, totally unaware that she clutched his head to her breast, pulling his hair, as the muscles low in her belly contracted and released a liquid need. He sucked at the soft flesh of her breast above her nipple and sucked hard, marking her as his and she couldn’t understand why the move excited her so much when it should have horrified her that he would do such a thing.

He raised his head to watch her face as his fingers tugged and then lightly pinched her nipple making it throb with a delicious ache. "You like a little pain with your pleasure, Charisse?"

He did it again, a little harder.

A moment from her past sped into her brain and something like terror sprinted up her spine as she shook her head. "No. I don't like pain," she gasped and then a sob escaped from her throat.

Immediately, he bent his head to soothe, to gently bathe her stinging nipple in the wet and warm heat of his mouth. And again her back arched as the ache in her womb made her cry out.

"Oh, Khalid."

With teeth and tongue and open-mouth kisses he travelled over her ribcage, bringing her to the edge of wicked torture. But when the tip of his tongue speared into her navel all logical thought leaked out of her ears and she let herself go.

"Hmm, I love how you taste," he murmured as his nose nuzzled her hip bone before his tongue licked and explored the too sensitive flesh between her thigh and her mound.

"Oh God," she gasped arching her back.

By this time his shoulders were between her legs and Charisse didn’t care what he did to her as long as he never, ever stopped.

When his fingers spread the delicate and too sensitive lips of her swollen sex, she moaned loud and she moaned long. She’d obtained orgasm by her own hand and understood how her body worked, but she’d never ever experienced anything like this.

His beard scratched the soft skin of her inner thigh as his tongue snaked around her clitoris. The sensation was amazing. The little nub of screaming nerve ends was pulsing in time with her hectic heartbeat. Around and around his tongue went, winding her entire body like piano wire tighter and tighter. When his thumb flicked her clitoris and two fingers slipped inside her slick heat, Charisse screamed her release and her body trapped his fingers tight within her.

His delighted laugh told her he was more than happy with her response.

But then his fingers speared deeper.

The sting of pain told her he’d fractured the fragile veil of tissue that protected her virginity.

Realisation of what he’d done had her eyes fly to his.

And all the while his thumb gently stirred her clitoris winding her body tighter and tighter until again her breath hitched as she crested another wave.

His eyes met hers and the tenderness she saw in them, for her, brought a lump to her throat.

"Did you really think I was going to take your virginity in a way that would cause you pain?"

Since she didn’t know the answer to the question, she simply shook her head. And couldn’t help the feeling, a feeling that made it difficult for her to swallow, that she was very disappointed to miss out on something very special.

His raised eyebrows, along with the decided twinkle in his eyes, told her he could read her like a book.

"So impatient. I like it." He leaned over her, bent his head and his kiss was hot and hard, as was the evidence of his need jutting into her hip. He raised his head to stare into her eyes.

"If you want me to take you now, make love to you now, then just ask. And I promise to do everything I can to bring you pleasure rather than pain. The first time should be very special for every woman. You are in the driving seat, Charisse. Do you want me to make it special for you, baby?"

As her dazed mind tried to understand his words, his hand slid from her slick heat to massage her belly over her still contracting womb. And she couldn’t help but lift her hips in a silent plea for... something.

"We have all night, baby. But I need to take the edge off. Do you want to see what happens to a man when he orgasms?"

She wanted to learn everything there was to know about Khalid El Haribe.

"Please," she whispered.

Then, under her stunned gaze, he took her hand to fist it around his rock hard erection. His fist covered hers. Together they pumped his erection until it expanded, went too hard in a way that made Khalid groan. His boys went too tight as his big body shuddered and his life giving fluid, hot and wet spurted onto her belly. Strong fingers massaged his seed, like cream, into her flesh to mark her, to brand her, as his. The scent of him, of man, spun around her heightened senses. Not once did he take his eyes from her face as his fingertips rubbed the essence of him into the soft flesh.

"You are mine, Charisse. The next time I spill my seed it will be inside you again and again until you have our child growing right here."

Then he crawled up her body and nestled himself between her legs.

She smiled up into his wicked face.

Grey eyes searched hers. "You okay? Are you in pain?"

She shook her head.

Giving into temptation, she ran her fingers through that ebony hair as smooth as silk and he turned his head to press his mouth into the palm of her hand.

"More than okay," she admitted.

"Trust me to take care of you," he whispered. And her eyes went wide as his erection hardened again. His wicked grin made him look so young, and so terribly happy. "See what you do to me? We'll take it nice and slow. If you want me to stop, promise you will tell me."

"I promise," she whispered.

"Are you ready?"

Nerves wound too tight deep in her belly but she nodded and bit down hard on her bottom lip. A move that had him capture her mouth with his as the blunt head of his shaft pressed against her slick and tender flesh.

His tongue mimicked the mating ritual and she could taste herself, which caused the deep ache in her belly to pulse as very, very, slowly he slid into her. Closing her eyes, she spread her legs as Khalid lifted her leg and bent her knee to open her wider and very gently thrust into her.

The sensation of being stretched and overfilled made her whole body tense.

"Christ, you're so tight. Relax, baby. Look at me. I need to see your eyes."