Sinful Seduction

by Alice Raine

  After the night where I’d confessed that I was glad we’d not jumped straight into bed together, Khalil hadn’t stayed in my room again. I think it was his way of making sure he didn’t push me too far, but I’d made my decision now, and if everything went to plan, tonight was going to play out a little differently.

  I stood from the dinner table and glanced down at Khalil. He always teased me mercilessly, so I decided to briefly play him at his own game and return the favour. ‘I’m going to go to bed.’

  We usually spent several hours after dinner sitting by the pool talking, or lounging in the Jacuzzi, and I saw Khalil's eyes widen in disappointment, before he reinstated his composure and nodded. ‘Of course. Sleep well, Sara.’

  ‘Actually, I’m not really tired.’ Licking my lips, I tried my best to give him a seductive look and lowered my eyes coyly. ‘But I was hoping you might join me?’

  Several moments of silence passed between us, and when he still hadn’t said anything or moved, I raised my eyes to assess his reaction. Instead of simply widening, Khalil's eyes were now burning with desire. His jaw was tense, and his hands were clamped on the edge of the table. ‘Are you sure?’

  I nodded. Then, casting him a demure glance over my shoulder, I started to saunter from the room. Behind me I heard a rapid scraping as his chair was shoved back, and a clattering noise and curse. Looking back, I saw his chair overturned on the floor, presumably in his haste to follow me, and I couldn’t hold back the giggle that rose in my throat.

  Khalil looked up, shooting me a wicked glance. ‘You better run, Sara, because as soon as I pick this chair up, I’m coming after you.’ I was about to chuckle again, but as he started to bend towards the chair I saw the wickedly dark look on his features, and decided to do exactly as he had advised.

  I ran. Giggling as I went, and praying that no one else was around to see me.

  As I reached the base of the stairs, Khalil appeared in the dining room door across the hallway, grinning from ear to ear. He sprinted full speed across the marble space. A yelp rose in my throat, and I started to take the stairs two at a time to try to give myself an advantage. But it was no use, he was too fit, and his legs were too long, so he quickly gained ground on me.

  I reached the bedroom first, but only just, and as soon as I made it inside, Khalil was in, too, slamming the door shut and prowling towards me. With his dark hair falling over his brow and his green eyes fixed on me, he looked so sexy I almost couldn’t deal with it. I sucked a wheezy, excited breath into my lungs as I started to back away from him, but then my calves hit the edge of the mattress and I tumbled backwards onto the bed.

  Khalil pounced like a wild animal, his body caging mine in, and gave me a victorious grin before capturing my mouth in a kiss as his hands began to rove across my body. ‘You feel so good, Sara.’ Our lips met again, and our tongues duelled, but it was slower this time, like a reconnection of our bond. Once he seemed sated with my taste, he leaned back and stared down into my eyes.

  ‘Are you definitely sure about this? he asked huskily.

  On autopilot, I nodded. ‘Definitely.’

  He placed another peck on my lips, then one on my cheeks, chin, and nose. ‘Holding back from kissing you this week has nearly killed me,’ he muttered, littering kisses down upon me now to make up for it.

  Taking both of my hands into his, he lifted them above my head before stretching them out to the side. The position opened my body up to him, and Khalil wasted no time in lowering his head and sucking at one of my peaked nipples through the thin cotton vest top I was wearing.

  ‘I think I mentioned tying you to the bed, didn’t I?’ he murmured against my neck, his teasing words reminding me of his threat on that first day, and making me gasp.

  ‘Only if I tried to leave …’ I breathed, once again surprised by how arousing I found the idea of being tied down below him.

  ‘Hmm. I might like to do it anyway,’ he growled, flexing his grip on my wrists as his lips skimmed across my chest and sucked the second nipple into his mouth. The feel of the rough fabric and his hot mouth was heavenly, and I arched my back into the contact, wishing that the vest top and thin lace bra weren’t acting as a barrier between us.

  ‘I … I’ve never …’ I was about to say I’d never been tied up, but then I froze, worrying that perhaps I should just confess everything. Should I tell him I was a virgin? Would he even know? I kind of assumed that, given my age, the barrier had probably dissolved of its own accord long ago, but who knew? I had no clue.

  He shifted his lips to my cheek and fluttered light kisses across the heated skin until I threw my head back and groaned.

  ‘It's OK, I won’t tie you up. Not tonight.’

  Not tonight. The deliciously dark threat sent a shiver of lust tingling across my skin. He released one of my hands and skimmed an urgent touch across my body. It felt possessive, almost as if he was touching me everywhere so that I was marked as his. I loved it.

  ‘But I will remove these clothes,’ he remarked, flashing me a wink and wasting no time in releasing my other hand and peeling my vest top up over my head. His gaze greedily ran across my bra-clad breasts, and he raised his eyes to mine and trailed just one finger around the edge of the lacy cups. It was such a light touch but, combined with the intensity of his stare, it became exquisitely teasing, and I moaned softly at the same time as arching my back in an attempt at getting more contact.

  ‘So impatient, little one,’ he commented with a smile, rewarding me with a pinch to one nipple that caused me to yelp and grab at his forearm in surprise as the pain sent a jolt of unexpected pleasure to my core. His wicked laugh filled the room, then Khalil knelt back and dragged his own shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor.

  My skirt, knickers, and bra were dispensed with using equal skill, and I lay there naked and desperately trying not to squirm under his appreciative gaze.

  ‘You are so beautiful, Sara,’ Khalil said breathily, then, as if he could wait no longer, he slid from the bed and removed his trousers and tight black boxer trunks in record speed and also added them to the pile of clothes on the floor.

  I’d seen his rear view at the pool last week, but the front was just as stunning. In fact, he took my breath away; his caramel skin was just beautiful, muscles defined and tempting me to touch them, and his cock was magnificent – erect, perfectly straight, and pointing directly at me as if zeroing in on its target.

  His entire body was so tempting that all I wanted to do was explore it with my hands, lips, and tongue. I might be inexperienced, but I decided to follow my natural instincts and see where it got me. I rolled onto my hands and knees and crawled towards him.

  Khalil's eyebrows rose as he watched me slink across the bed. When I was before him I sat up onto my knees and began to trail my hands across his chest. I explored the dips and valleys of his muscles, marvelled at how soft his covering of hair was, and finally dropped my eyes to his manhood.

  I swallowed hard. It was big, and I wanted to taste him. I was too nervous about doing it wrong, though, so I tentatively wrapped a hand around his shaft instead and pulled my fist from his balls to the tip. The silky-smooth skin was hot in my palm, and it leaped in my grip as Khalil let out a strained groan, indicating that what I was doing felt good.

  He closed his eyes and began thrusting his hips forwards and rocking his body in time with my movements. His head fell backwards, and I couldn’t keep the smile from my lips as I watched his moment of ecstasy.

  I was doing this to him.

  He was this hard because of me.

  After enjoying my touch for several moments, he opened his eyes and joined in again, raising his hands and running them through my hair so that it laced between his fingers and cascaded over my shoulders. He teased my nipples, trailed his fingers over my belly, and traced a slow path down my landing strip. He ran his fingers up and down the line of hair several times, before locking his gaze with mine and shifting his hand down to find my clit.r />
  ‘Open your legs wider,’ he murmured, and I did so immediately, as a gasp left my lungs. As he circled the slick nub my hand movements became jerkier, and Khalil let out a husky chuckle and moved his fingers lower to explore my entrance. I was so aroused that I could feel his fingers slipping through my wetness, and his eyes flashed to mine, laden with desire.

  ‘I have to taste you,’ he stated, before climbing on the bed again. His lips met mine, and as he kissed me he guided me onto my back with my legs spread so I was laid out before him like a gift. Kneeling back, he gazed down my body and bit down on his lower lip. ‘Stunning,’ he mumbled, before dropping forwards and burying his face between my legs. The sudden heat from his tongue was shocking, and I gasped, my hips thrusting upwards into his face as I clawed at the sheets and tried to get control over the sensations now rushing around my body.

  My God, it felt so good I could barely breathe.

  ‘You taste heavenly.’ Khalil licked, nibbled, and sucked at me until I was squirming below him so much that my knees squeezed together in an attempt at getting some relief from the dizzying sensations.

  ‘Uh-uh, there's no escaping.’ With a wicked laugh, he placed his hands on my inner thighs and pressed my legs wider again before lifting his mouth just slightly, so he could blow across my sensitive skin. The clash of his cool breath on my heated core made my eyes roll back in my head with delight and, once again, my stomach tensed and I raised my hips in the air wantonly.

  ‘Please, Khalil …’ My begging words fluttered from my tongue before I’d even realised that I’d spoken, but they were enough to prompt him into action and he leaned back and grabbed a condom from the bedside drawer and rolled it down his shaft.

  My nerves returned at the thought that this might hurt, and perhaps he sensed my anxiousness, too, because he settled between my legs, but instead of immediately pushing inside he kissed me long and hard until I was once again like melted putty in his hands.

  Leaning up on his elbow, Khalil lined up the tip of his shaft with my entrance and reared his hips back. I experienced a moment of panic at the thought of him ramming forwards into me in one go and laid a restraining hand on his chest. ‘Slowly, Khalil, let me get used to you.’

  Even though he was clearly deep in the moment, like a complete gentleman, Khalil nodded at me with a gentle smile, then slowed his movements as he nudged his cock forwards inch by inch.

  He stretched my opening and I gasped, loving the sensation, but also wondering how on earth the entire thing was ever going to fit. As he pushed forwards again he slid in deeper until he seemed to press against a barrier inside me. Khalil paused, his entire body turning rigid in my arms as he leaned back and stared down at me in confusion. I gazed up at him, not voicing anything, but giving him a look that must have spoken volumes about the emotions currently spiralling through me, because his eyes widened, and he tried to pull back.

  Sensing his movement, I gripped his hips, holding him firm, and allowed the moment to settle between us.

  ‘Sara?’ His murmuring of my name was like a confused question and in response I gave a tiny shake of my head. ‘You’re … you mean you’ve … never?’ he whispered hoarsely. He was half buried within me and pressing against the very obvious evidence of my virginity, so there was clearly no point trying to hide it any more. ‘No.’

  His eyes widened again, as if he’d thought that perhaps he had been mistaken the first time around. ‘You’re a … a …’

  His words faded away as he continued to stare down at me in shock. I’d never seen him so flustered. His usual swagger and confidence seemed to have completely deserted him in the light of his discovery.

  ‘A virgin. Yes.’

  He muttered out what sounded like a curse, and I began to worry that my inexperience had put him off, until he lowered his forehead to rest on mine and spoke again. ‘I desperately want to push inside you right now. I want to claim you. I want you to be mine.’

  I almost giggled at how husky and strained his voice had become, but the possessive intensity in both his eyes and words stopped me. He wanted to claim me? So clearly my virginity was a turn-on for him, not a turn-off as I had feared.

  Leaning up, he stared down at me intently. ‘Tell me now if you want to stop, Sara.’

  Gripping his arse, I squeezed. I’d come this far, I was bloody well losing my virginity tonight. ‘Don’t stop. I want this to happen with you.’

  As soon as the words were out of my mouth, Khalil groaned and pressed his lips to mine in a kiss so full of emotion that it almost winded me. He began to trail feathery light kisses across my lips, cheeks, and eyelids as if he were worshipping me before returning to my mouth and kissing me on a deep moan.

  Shifting his hips, he pressed slowly forwards, now treating me with infinite care as if somehow, over the past two minutes, I had transformed into glass in his arms. I was panting; partly with nerves, but mostly from extreme arousal. No matter how I tried to control my breaths, it was no use. My chest was heaving, and my entire body was quivering below his.

  Khalil was so gentle that I could barely feel him moving. He pushed in with careful rolls of his hips, each one edging his broad erection slightly deeper within me, and it felt so incredible that I had to rip my lips from his so I could pull in a desperate breath.

  His supreme control was taking its toll on him, too, though, because I suddenly realised that I wasn’t the only one shaking. Khalil's entire torso was vibrating with need above me.

  Suddenly, as if sensing his careful shifts weren’t quite going to cut it, he pulled his hips back. After flashing me a reassuring wink, he plunged forwards, ridding me of my virginity and, at the same time, causing a deep ache of pleasure to ignite within me.

  My head jerked backwards on a loud groan and I arched my back to absorb just how incredible it felt to be so intimately connected with him. Once he was buried to the hilt he stopped rigidly still to allow me to adjust to him, and I marvelled at how I could feel him twitching and jerking so deeply inside me. It was amazing.

  ‘OK, little one?’ he grated from between clenched jaws.

  My eyes sprung open and I couldn’t help but grin at how desperate he looked to move again. ‘Fuck yes.’

  My rushed agreement seemed to lessen the tension of the moment, because Khalil stared at me for a second and barked out a laugh before beginning to slowly move in and out of me.

  ‘Face of an angel, but the mouth of a sailor,’ he murmured, kissing me again. Each roll, grind, and thrust sent a cascade of new sensations rushing though my body and I desperately tried to absorb them all and make the most of this incredible moment.

  I tilted my hips, and was almost blinded with pleasure as it put me at the perfect angle for his thrusts to connect with something inside me that felt absolutely amazing.

  I might never had had sex before, but I had brought myself to climax on multiple occasions, so when my core clenched and I felt the familiar ache low in my belly I knew my orgasm was rapidly approaching.

  ‘Khalil, I’m close,’ I panted, my fingernails biting into the firmness of his biceps.

  His eyes were alight with desire, and he nodded. ‘Me, too, little one …’ Upping his speed and depth just slightly, he stared down into my eyes as he rhythmically drove into me, taking us both closer and closer with each move until my body began to clench around his.

  ‘Yes, that's it, Sara. Let yourself go. Give yourself over to me.’

  It was a strange turn of phrase, but I was too lost in the pleasure to dwell on it for long and suddenly exploded around him; my muscles clenching, core gripping, and mouth falling open on a pleasured gasp as he brought me to my first ever orgasm from full sex.

  Khalil seemed to enjoy watching me through my climax, because his eyes never left mine, and it was only when I was completely spent that he finally thrust harder and finished himself off with a heated groan.

  He worked us both down with several gentler thrusts then somehow managed to slide an arm un
derneath me and collapse to the side, bringing me over onto his chest as he did so. Our bodies were pressed together, his softening erection was still inside me, and wetness from my arousal was leaking out onto my thighs, but he didn’t seem to mind, and neither did I, so I relaxed down into his arms with a long, contented sigh.

  We lay there in silence for at least five minutes; him apparently deep in thought, and me too embarrassed to say anything in case I had been a disappointment. It had felt amazing to me, but I had no clue if I’d done it right.

  Eventually Khalil began to gently shift me from his body. His cock slipped from my channel, but I noticed with a smirk that he was already half hard again. The man certainly had stamina, that was for sure, because I was still exhausted.

  Rising from the bed in silence, he strode into the en suite and I began to worry about the continued quiet between us. Had he not enjoyed it? Had I done something wrong? Chewing on my lower lip, I heard the bath taps start. I watched anxiously as he came back into the bedroom carrying a small wet towel in one hand.

  Sitting on the side of the bed, he began to peel the sheets back from my body, but when I realised his intentions I gripped the bedding around me. ‘It's fine, I can nip to the toilet to clean up.’

  In response, Khalil frowned, shook his head, then continued with his task of pulling the blanket away from my body. ‘I’m going to take care of you, Sara, don’t fight it,’ he murmured, his words having so many possible meanings that I didn’t even know where to begin.

  Giving in, I released the bedding and closed my eyes in embarrassment as he gently wiped the tops of my thighs clean. Then, more embarrassingly, he pressed my legs apart and moved the towel all around my tender entrance.

  Glancing down, I saw a pink streak on the white material, and flushed as I realised it was my blood. Khalil was frowning, examining the cloth in great detail before he placed it on the bedside table and raised his eyes to mine.