Sheik's Bed: A Sahara Night

by Cade, Rachel

  “I will not.”

  While holding the cloth, her knuckles bumped against hardened flesh. Her lips pursed and her fingers tingled to touch it again.

  ***

  Tamir let the taste of her savor against his tongue as she released the waist of his pants.

  They immediately tumbled down to pool at his knees. A cool touch bumped into his hip before hitting the tip of his jutting erection. He ignored the blush that heated his cheeks before small fingers began exploring the tip of his cock. Tamir clenched his teeth, forcing his breath to remain steady as gentle, curious caresses led him down to the base.

  He steadily grew in her hand as she played with him; he was so tempted to touch her, his hands arched into fists at his sides.

  Her fingers constricted tightly around him as her thumb tried to touch her forefinger. A low sound escaped Tamir as the hand began slowly pumping up and down over him. He bit his bottom lip, her gesture compelling him roll his hips to meet her.

  Tamir couldn’t fathom if she was holding him tighter or if he was pushing harder as desire began to constrict his balls. He became so consumed in the moment he thrust hard in her hand, feeling the edges of a climax clawing at his hips, he was unprepared for the open mouth that was waiting for him.

  Breath hissed through his teeth, a foiled groan as he froze at the hot moisture of the curious tongue running over the ridges of his erection.

  Her head pressed forward to accept more of him into her mouth as her hand continued to jerk him off.

  After several minutes of this, his hand sank into her hair, before gently pulling her away.

  “I have lost my patience.” His voice was unintentionally guttural; fire lanced his body as if he’d been cut a thousand times.

  “Oh?” she asked. He didn’t give her the opportunity to straighten, his powerful hands jutted out from the darkness and spun her away from him. One of them pressed into the small of her back making sure she was bent forward.

  Panting, Tamir slowed himself down. Ignoring his painful erection, he caressed his hands over her bottom, smoothing his palms up the indenture of her hips. When he touched the fabric bunched at her waist he realized she was still wearing his robe.

  His knees dug into the pillows as he tried to catch his breath, his heart was racing in his chest. But Tamir found himself relishing in the forbidden.

  Originally his legs flanked hers, but to gain access to what he wanted he used her ankles to reverse them, separating her thighs so they wrapped around the outside of his.

  Lifting her with one hand, he positioned himself to enter her.

  The air in the tent felt weighted, and there was a gentle shift in Karen’s body that made him aware of each breath she took.

  Her silky folds slowly opened for him as he pressed forward. Halfway inside, Tamir sucked air between his lips at the snugness of her body gripping him. Instead of pulling back, he gently pressed forward, feeling the pulse in his neck as he tried to concentrate.

  He was so focused he didn’t hear her muffled cries until her nails scratched at his hand.

  She grasped his wrist, tightening his hands on her small hips while he grit his teeth. Her torso pressed down further and her inner walls clenched him.

  Licking dry lips, he continued, making sure he didn’t stop until he was imbedded fully inside of her.

  “Mmm, I have … a sneaking suspicion, that you would like to be fucked very hard.”

  She lowered her hand from his, he assumed to help herself stay upright.

  “I am correct about this?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she answered awkwardly. “I j—I don’t want anyone to hear us,” she whispered.

  He laughed, and gently squeezed her bottom. “Karen, they have already heard you.” He began to stroke himself in and out of her, listening to her choked off moan. “You might as well enjoy yourself.”

  He kept the pace more methodical in the beginning, allowing them both to become more accustomed to one another. But her tightness was driving him crazy, and he reached forward, grabbing a fist of robe fabric, pulling on it as he drove into her.

  ***

  Karen wheezed out as Tamir’s thrusts shook her entire body, it seemed he was forcing her closer and closer to the ground. He filled her so deeply each time, stretching her. He shifted his body again leaning over her as he continued, and in grunting pleasure she threw her hips back to meet his every move.

  Karen mashed her face into the pillows, her eyes rolled back as she heard the slap of his skin hitting her body.

  He moaned by her ear, leaned away from her, and soon she felt him slide completely out of her body.

  She turned over, her sweat slick skin was irritated by the robe, so she quickly removed it.

  Karen clamped her thighs closed to alleviate the throbbing, as her knees burned from the friction of the pillows.

  “Come.” He reached for her, and she found his hands before being pulled on top of his body.

  Astride him, she allowed her hips to slowly send her drenched pussy over his erection.

  He made a small sound, and refrained from touching her as she did this. But Karen let her hands roam along his torso. She couldn’t resist exploring the planes of his body.

  Reaching down, she lifted herself to place him back inside of her, filling a void that hungered for him.

  “I really enjoyed that ride on your horse earlier. Do you think you can do better?” she asked.

  Tamir’s sigh morphed into a moan. “You will make me compete with my own horse?”

  Karen’s thighs cradled his hips, squeezing them gently; perspiration lubricated her touch as she reveled in the muscular power of the man beneath her.

  She leaned forward, her breasts hit his chest before she found his lips, and her thumbs teased the edge of his beard near his earlobes as their mouths silently mated.

  Their kiss didn’t break even as she shifted higher above him, wrapping her arms over his shoulders.

  The heavy tip of his erection weighed against her clit, sliding down repeatedly against her opening, until she deliberately mimicked the movements that caused her sharp intakes of breath against his mouth.

  His hair-roughened cheek caressed her jaw as his kiss lowered to her throat, then her collarbone.

  A low sound emanated from his throat when she felt his fingers on the inside of her thigh, a second later, he was positioning his cock at her opening, and pulling her down until their skin smacked together.

  Tamir’s teeth played with her nipple as he did this, offering it a soft kiss before releasing it to lie on his back. His hips bucked beneath her as he snuggled into the pillows.

  The soft slap of his body hitting hers echoed through the tent. His strokes were long, deliberate, and hard as he physically dared her to scream.

  Karen squeezed her throat against the sounds, her eyes shut as the world around her shook.

  She rocked against him, holding his hand over hers as short grunts escaped her mouth.

  She swore in a hushed whisper, feeling lightheaded as he quickened his pace, driving himself in and out of her body, pressing the pads of his fingers into her waist until his nails bit her skin.

  Sitting up he held her, burying his face in her shoulder. Karen grasped for him, holding on to him as though he was a lifeline keeping her from drowning.

  Even in this position he moved his hips to meet her, but she had far more leverage, bracing her knees as she hopped up and down against his body.

  His deep breath slammed against her shoulder as her inner walls clenched around his cock and she felt herself becoming lighter, becoming less aware of the world around her except for the raw torrid explosion that was building where they were joined.

  “Oh!” She cried through gritted teeth. Grasping at his shoulders, she slung her head over them. “Tamir … God.”

  It tore through her in an intense rush that forced a scream from her mouth that she vaguely realized was joined by his.

  He collapsed back against the pi
llows, holding her in his arms, their labored breathing matched as their chests rose and fell against one another.

  Chapter Six

  Karen’s eyes opened a fraction, then immediately snapped shut against the extensive daylight flooding the tent walls. A heavy wind blew, causing the fabric to flap as it buoyed against it.

  Opening her eyes a second time, her irises adjusted to the light, and she glanced down at herself to see she was covered with Tamir’s white robe.

  Her eyes moved across to where the strip of the robe was bunched across Tamir’s hips. His languid breathing indicated he was still sleeping. She let her gaze wonder up his lean, tan frame. Head turned to the side, his mouth slightly open, he appeared much younger when serious expressions weren’t marring his face. His hair was going in all directions, even hanging over his eyes, tempting her to push the strands away. She refrained on fear she would wake him.

  Karen lay there, and silently watched him sleep. She wanted to carry this snapshot of him in her head. In the future when she thought of him, this is what she wanted to remember.

  Tamir turned on his side, his fist twisted into air while he let out a mini groan from tired muscles stretching.

  Dark brown eyes opened to see her, she was cuddled underneath his white robe still sound asleep at … What time was it exactly?

  Pondering the time was quickly forgotten as he slowly took in her form. She appeared peacefully innocent as she slept, but he knew she was far from that. He could still feel her hands exploring his skin, and the taste of her tongue, teasing him as it curled in his mouth.

  His smile was involuntary, and he turned from her, biting his lower lip.

  Reaching for her, he paused, not completely sure how to go about this. A part of him didn’t want to wake her.

  Gently he shook the side of her knee. “Imp—Karen. Wake up, please.”

  Her eyes slowly opened. When their gazes met she became startled and sat up. “Shit, what time is it?”

  Nude except for the cloth they shared covering his groin, he patted across his chest. “I seem to have misplaced my watch.”

  Karen smashed her fingers over her eyes. “Geez, it’s bright in here.”

  Tamir let out a short laugh, before attempting to stand. He held the cloth over him and realized the situation when she grabbed it.

  They stared at one another; he was going to say something but thought better of it when he realized they hadn’t actually seen one another naked.

  “I suppose I am the one who must give up modesty.”

  Karen offered him a sarcastic frown. “You could always use a pillow.”

  “I could always use my robe.” He gave it a light tug, noting her firm grip before he let it fall. Without missing a beat, he stood and walked over to the chest where he kept fresh clothes.

  Fully aware of the fact that she watched him, he calmly pulled out a pair of tan slacks and a white shirt.

  While rummaging through the bottom for a pair of undergarments, his fingers tapped against an old box.

  After quickly washing up via water basin and putting on underwear, he pulled the box from the chest and brought over to her, sinking back down into the pillows.

  She offered him an inquisitive look as he opened it.

  There were several pictures, including one with him and his parents, both of whom had passed away over twenty years ago. He offered her another picture.

  As she held it in her hands, he watched her blink several times.

  “Oh my God! I remember the day this was taken.” It was a picture of them smiling in front of an embassy, his arm hung loosely around her and she’d jokingly taken a huge lock of his hair, much longer then and held it between two fingers.

  “Man, I was a dork,” she added, shaking her head.

  “Is that a bird?” he asked.

  She chuckled. “No, that’s a duck. A dork is a—silly person.”

  Tamir nodded once in understanding. “Ah, I see. So you no longer feel this way about yourself?”

  Her eyes squinted at him. “See, now you’re messing with me.”

  His response was a wolfish grin as he reached back into the box.

  This time he pulled out an object; a red woven bracelet with a silver sun charm on the end. It glinted in the light as he held it up in front of her.

  The emotions on her face shifted from curiosity to wonderment before her hand went up to her mouth as she accepted it from him.

  “I cannot—I can’t believe you kept this.”

  “Why wouldn’t I keep it?” he asked.

  She was quiet for a long time, her head downcast away from him.

  “I don’t know.” She answered with a laugh. “It was a such a long time ago.”

  He reached over to her and caressed the side of her cheek with his knuckle. “Time means nothing. I would not forget you.”

  Her responding smile was beautiful, but filled with sadness.

  It caused him to feel more than he intended in that moment. “You need to dress quickly. We need to get to the airport.”

  Clearing her throat, she straightened her back. “I need to go back to the hotel to get my things.”

  “I will sent someone to get them yesterday so we will not be late.”

  “That's right, you said you would. You are so thorough.”

  “I am. I also had word sent to your 'asshole' companions that you won’t be returning with them, so they will not pretend to worry.”

  “Right.” She offered a quick eye roll before focusing on the trinket in her hand. “Do you want this back? Or were you giving it to me?”

  “Back in the box, please. I would also like my robe returned. This,” his finger swirled in a circle, “is not a hotel.”

  ***

  A half an hour later, Karen emerged from the tent; her skin and eyes were immediately assaulted by dry desert heat. Tamir’s men were packing up, most paid little to no attention to her, and she was thankful.

  Tamir led her to a dusty green jeep, similar to the one she’d been brought to the camp in. She noticed the disgruntled man that had held a gun on her in Tamir’s tent was going to be their driver. Tamir sat next to her in the backseat, but there was a somber quietness to him. Karen pursed her lips as she caught the other man Tamir addressed as Nidal, scowling at her through the rear-view mirror.

  After thirty minutes of traversing through sand dunes, Karen breathed a sigh of relief when they finally came to a paved road.

  A black limousine was waiting for them there, flanked by armed guards and two large military trucks.

  As they changed vehicles, Tamir greeted the men with nods as one of them opened the door for him to enter the limo with Karen. He stepped aside, gesturing for her to enter first.

  She did quickly and found immediate pleasure in the air-conditioned confines of the car.

  Tamir slid into the black leather seat on the opposite side of her as the door was closed behind him.

  “I apologize for not having breakfast available. This is a bit of an impromptu trip for me.”

  Karen had crossed her legs at the ankles; they sported a small sheen of sweat that gave her skin a bronzed glow. He immediately lifted his eyes to her face. Her response was curious, but guarded.

  “I think I’m more grateful for the A/C than food at this point.” She ran a hand over the top of her coiled curly hair. “Is—this a military escort?”

  “No, they just work for me.” He ran a hand along his slacks as she looked around abstractly in the silence that followed.

  “So what have you been up to since we last saw one another?”

  Karen offered him a lopsided smile. “Accomplishments only, or do you want to hear the bad stuff too?”

  Tamir sighed, though he was amused. “I do not wish to hear of your indiscretions.”

  Karen shifted on her seat. “Okay, well I graduated from Georgetown University in ’84 with a Masters in Journalism. It wasn't really what my dad wanted. I interned at the Washington Post for a while—but th
at didn’t work out. I had a friend that was working for Travel and asked if I wanted to apply, so I did. And now I guess I’m hoping I don’t get fired since you decided to kidnap me.”

  “No. That is false.”

  “Oh, so being held against your will isn’t kidnapping?”

  Tamir’s brows furrowed in anger. His thumbnail flicked against the others until he stopped himself. “Did I hold you against your will last night?”

  She felt discomfort creep into her features as she shifted to the side of the seat. She'd said it in half jest. But it seemed she'd only succeeded in ticking him off. Had that been her secret intention? She hadn't expected him to counter the way he did.

  “No …” she answered after a time, looking out of the tinted window as flat barren land raced by.

  “I should not have said that,” he admitted.

  “I was just something for you to get out of your system right?” She held her hand up as he opened his mouth. The tone of her voice softened as riled up emotions drained from her. “Maybe you were something I needed to get out of mine too. We just don’t fit into each others worlds anymore. I get that. I know you think I’m immature, but I get that.”

  “I don’t think you’re immature, Karen. You are a free spirit.” He lowered his eyes from hers before speaking again. “You do what you want in your life, despite what other people might expect from you. It is a quality I envy a great deal.”

  Karen stared at him, his voiced admission stung her ears. With her hands in her lap, she realized they were sweaty. She was anxious, angry, and sad at the same time, though her anger was receding, and briefly, she could see the same emotions reflecting in his face as well.

  “Thanks,” she finally said, her corresponding smile ached the sides of her mouth.

  He nodded once before making himself more comfortable in the seat. “Is there anything else I should know about your life and travels? You may include the more mischievous details.”