by Opal Carew
“Yasin?”
“I told you to sleep.” He kept staring at the glass.
“I’m not tired.” She stepped closer to him. “And I’d rather spend some time with you.”
He glanced toward her, his gaze somber.
“I think you’ve been forced to spend all too much time with me... and my family.”
His brooding eyes were filled with both pain and anger. Her stomach tightened, triggering her insecurities. Could that anger be at her?
She sucked in a breath. “Yasin, I’m sorry if you thought I was weak, giving in to the situation.”
His eyes narrowed. “What are you talking about?”
“Through all of this, you have held strong, not giving in to your family’s expectations, beyond politeness, yet I...” She frowned. “I dropped to my knees and behaved just the way the other women did... the way your brothers and cousins wanted me to behave.”
He shook his head. “Lily, what you did was—”
“Embarrassing?” she jumped in. “Inappropriate?”
“No, it was such an unspeakable kindness given what you’ve been through. You were worried about me... physically and in how I appeared to my family. I did not deserve such kindness.” He shook his head. “And you did not deserve any of this.”
Her insecurities instantly evaporated.
She walked closer to him and settled on the wide arm of the upholstered chair. She rested her hand on his shoulder.
“None of this is your fault,” she murmured softly, finally realizing that what he felt wasn’t anger but guilt. “It was your brother who brought me here.”
Pain raged through Yasin.
“So I could have my revenge.” He frowned. “And as much as I can say I would never be that kind of man, I did want revenge. I wanted you to hurt as much as I did. I may never have spoken the words to my brother, but he clearly picked up the message.”
She pushed herself to her feet and his heart clenched at the loss of her closeness. She turned to face him.
“So you believe it’s all your fault I’m here?”
His heart crumbled as he realized she would now hate him. A small part of him had thought that maybe... after this was all over...
But he knew it could never be.
“I don’t believe it,” she said. “I know you would never want to hurt me.”
Then she dropped the coverlet, exposing her glorious naked body.
Chapter 10
Yasin’s breath caught at the sight of Lily’s round, creamy breasts, the dusky rose nipples peaking forward. The delightful curve of her waist to her hips.
The small triangle of silken auburn curls above her perfect pussy.
His cock began to rise. Wanting to be inside her. Remembering what the warmth of her mouth felt like around it.
He wanted her so much he ached to his very core.
“But you will hurt me,” she said as she knelt in front of his chair, “if you turn me down.” Her hand stroked up his thigh, coming to rest an inch from his aching member. “Because I know how much you want me.”
Her eyes were hauntingly vulnerable. She rested her other hand on his cheek.
“And I want you, too,” she said.
He shook his head, unable to believe it.
But she leaned forward and kissed him. At the first feel of her lips on his, it was like an explosion inside him, collapsing his barriers. His self-restraint. Gone. His grasp on decorum. Gone.
His will to say no.
Gone.
His arms flew around her and he pulled her to him. As her soft breasts crushed against him, he glided one hand up to cradle her head and the other down to cup her ass and pull her onto his lap. The whole time his tongue pulsed deep into her mouth possessively.
“Darling, I have wanted you for so long—”
Her lips covered his mouth again, stopping his words. He had to ease her back, needing her to hear his caution.
Her lips fell to his neck and kissed along his throat with delightful eagerness, heightening his need even more.
“I am afraid in my enthusiasm, I might take you too roughly.”
She smiled at his words. Her hand ran over his cock, still bundled in his pants, and squeezed.
“You mean you’ll drive that big cock of yours into me. Deep and fast.”
“Yes,” he murmured against her ear, gliding his hand through her silken auburn hair.
“And you’ll curl your fingers in my hair and tug back my head, then run your teeth along my exposed throat.”
“Yes,” he breathed, then did just as she said, pulling back her head, and dragging his teeth over the soft skin of her throat.
She’d been unfastening his shirt buttons and now she pulled it open and stroked his chest. She pinched his nipple, then arched her body forward. When her breasts brushed against his bare chest, he nipped her skin in reaction and she gasped.
His heart pounded.
“Lily, I’m sorry—”
She grasped his face and pulled it to her. “No. I like it.”
Then her lips merged with his and her tongue thrust deep inside. His hands ran up and down her naked back. The feel of her smooth skin was glorious. Need surged through him.
He kissed down her throat to her chest, then he cupped one perfect breast and held it in his hand. He ran his thumb over the nipple, watching the rose-colored skin pebble under his touch. He squeezed very lightly, watching the nub lengthen, pushing toward him.
He couldn’t resist. He leaned in and took the bud in his mouth. He swirled his tongue over it, to her soft mews of delight. He drew it in deeper and suckled softly. Her fingers glided through his hair as she whimpered.
Her soft sounds triggered an inferno inside him. A blazing need insisted he drive his cock into her. Demanded he thrust deep inside her.
He sucked harder, squeezing her other breast with his hand.
“Oh, Yasin.”
The reedy need in her voice coiled deep inside him and he grasped her hips, holding her tight to him and surged to his feet. He strode to the low bookshelf against one wall—her arms clinging to his neck as he walked—and swept the items atop it to the floor. He set her down, then eased away long enough to unfasten his pants and push them down.
Her hungry gaze on his hard, swollen cock took his breath away. She opened her legs, her glistening petals inviting him in. He pressed his cockhead to her soft, intimate flesh and groaned at the moist, slick feel of her.
Then he drove deep into her. She cried out, but her hands wrapped tight around him and pulled him closer.
“Fuck me now, Yasin.”
Her words... the feel of her around him... plunged him into blind need. He pumped into her, each stroke deep and hard. Pounding her against the wall.
She gasped, and then began to moan. Her feet wrapped around his waist, opening her wider to him. His cock drove even deeper into her softness and his blood boiled with the fire of his need as he kept pounding into her. Taking her body.
Possessing her.
The very thought drove him over the edge, red hot pleasure erupting from deep inside him. Gushing through his body. Driving his hot seed into her.
She clenched around him and moaned. So loud his ears ached from the sound. At the same time as it filled him with the most blissful pleasure he could ever have imagined.
He filled her faster and harder, loving the sounds of her moans increasing to wails.
He stared at her face, glowing in bliss as he drove her to ecstasy.
Then she gasped.
“Oh, Yasin. You’re making me…” Her eyes widened. “Come.” That last, cherished word echoed on a long wail.
He kept riding her, keeping her orgasm going on and on. Minutes passed as she clutched his shoulders, her eyes staring at him in disbelief, then fluttering closed. Then opening again. All the while she moaned in bliss. As he watched her rapture with delirious joy.
After long, wondrous minutes of her being in continuous orgasm, as her body rel
axed he slowed his movement, he finally stopped, his cock still buried deep inside her as he held her tight against him. Her legs, still embracing him, relaxed, then her feet slid to the floor. His heart thumped loudly as he continued to hold her pressed to the wall. He ran his fingers through her hair and raised her face.
“That’s not how I wanted our first time to be.”
She smiled, her face still aglow, and leaned forward, her lips brushing his.
“But it was so perfect.”
“This is far from perfect.” He stoked her soft cheek. “I wanted it to be the most memorable night of your life. The most wonderful.”
She laughed. “That was pretty memorable.”
Lily stared into Yasin’s eyes and her smile faded. This was important to him and she didn’t want him to think she was making light of it.
And she didn’t know how to convey to him how monumentally earth-shattering the orgasm he’d given her had been. She’d never experienced anything like it. He’d taken her to heights she’d never dreamed of and when one crest started to fade, he’d moved in such a way as to drive her even higher. She’d been in a state of pure rapture.
But there were no words... no way she could make him understand.
Chapter 11
Lily took Yasin’s hand, then led him into the bedroom. She sat on the side of the big bed and urged him to sit beside her. His arm came around her and she snuggled close to his body.
“You had something special planned.” She stroked his cheek. “Tell me.”
He smiled, his eyes wistful. “I was going to take you to a special restaurant where we would dine in a private room. We would talk over a romantic dinner, the ambiance set with candles and flowers on the table.”
She smiled, imagining the scene. “And would you have worn that charcoal suit that you looked so handsome in at the graduation dance?”
The glow from his dark eyes washed her in warmth. “You noticed my suit?”
“Of course.” She stroked her hand down his chest. “How could I not? You were the most handsome man there.”
It was true. Just the sight of him had made her heart quiver, the effect of seeing him making her question her sanity at having broken up with him.
“And what would you have worn?” he asked.
“Hmm. I think maybe...” She sent him a teasing smile. “A plunging neckline that would set your blood boiling.” She pursed her lips and tapped them with her finger. “No, maybe not. You had held back so valiantly.” She lifted one shoulder provocatively. “Maybe just a form-fitting, strapless dress.”
He smiled. “My gaze never would have left your beautiful face.”
She rested her hand on her chest demurely, but then dragged her fingertips downward, dragging his attention to her naked breasts.
“Well, I hope you’d have some interest in other parts of me.” She smiled and brushed her lips over the stubble on his chin. “But I’m sure you would have been very well behaved at the restaurant.” She dragged her fingernail along his jaw. “What had you planned after dinner?”
“I was going to take you back to my apartment. I had set up a hundred candles and arranged for someone to light them just before we arrived.”
She entwined her fingers with his. “So you would have led me into your place and...” She closed her eyes, her lips curling up in a smile as she allowed herself to be caught up in the delightful image. “I can imagine them around us now. Each flame flickering gently. All of them together forming a soft glowing light that set the perfect mood.”
“And soft music playing in the background.”
She rested her head on his shoulder. “Yes, I can hear it.”
“And flowers. I filled the apartment with red roses.”
She drew in a deep breath. “Oh, yes. Such a sweet scent.” She stroked his shoulder, her eyes still closed. “It is all so perfect.”
She opened her eyes and gazed at him. His smoldering brown eyes turned to her, deep emotion simmering below the surface.
Love. Regret.
Desire.
“When I saw it, I turned to you and kissed you,” she said. “Your arms came around me and the kiss turned passionate. I took your hand and led you here, to the bedroom.”
His eyes glittered. “And how did we come to be sitting here, like this?”
“I was so touched and excited by your romantic gesture...”—she stroked his cheek, overwhelmed by the gnawing desire to have been there that night for real—“that I was desperate to be naked in your arms, so I unzipped my dress. Slowly, so you could hear the sound of the zipper rasping.” She covered her breasts with her arm. “But I ensured I held it in place so it wouldn’t slip away.”
He smiled. “And why did you do that?”
“Because I wanted to tease you. I lowered it slowly, watching your eyes darken as I revealed more and more of my breasts.”
“And I watched, my breath held, longing to see your glorious body.”
She pressed her arm against her breasts enough to make them swell upward, then she slowly lowered it down... watching his gaze lock on her round mounds...anticipation glowing in his eyes.
He sucked in a deep breath as she exposed the tops of the aureoles, then continued downwards. When her nipples came into view, his eyes were like hot embers as they focused on the hard beads.
“Then I dropped it to the floor and stood before you, in only my tiny panties.”
“I had to hold myself back from sweeping you into my arms and onto the bed. I tossed my jacket and shirt aside, then unbuttoned my pants.”
“I took in the sight of your magnificent chest and longed to see what you hid beneath your pants. I didn’t want you to go too fast, so I took your hand and drew it away, then unfastened your belt and slid it slowly from the loops. After I tossed it aside, I pulled down the zipper, then let your pants fall to the floor.”
She ran her hand down his sculpted stomach. “I reached inside and...” She gasped and widened her eyes as she stroked his rising cock. “I couldn’t believe how big you are.” She wrapped her fingers firmly around him. “I’d never seen anyone so big before.” She leaned forward and nuzzled his neck. “I’d never felt a cock so big inside me before.”
She started to lower her face to his cock, but he tucked his fingers under her chin and guided her face upward again. His lips brushed hers.
“Not this time, my love.”
He tipped her back onto the bed, then cradled her face in his hands and kissed her. A passionate sweep of his tongue left her quivering for more as he drew back.
“It’s my turn.”
He kissed her inner thighs and the heat quivering through her at their verbal foreplay ignited into a searing flame.
He gazed up at her. “I’m going to show you how much I cherish you.”
His hands glided up and down her thighs, his thumbs stroking the tender flesh in small circles. His lips danced over her skin, moving closer to her intimate flesh. Anticipation fluttered through her.
When his lips brushed her folds, she gasped. “Oh, God, that feels so good.”
It wasn’t just the physical sensations. His deep desire for her glowed in his eyes, augmenting everything about this experience.
He covered her with his mouth, his tongue lapping at her petals, then...
Her fingers curled around his head, tangling in his thick, wavy hair as he pressed his tongue inside her. He surged into her several times, leaving her whimpering. Then he found her clit. His tongue glided over it, gently at first—swirling and caressing in light laps. Shivers of delight filled her with building need and she pulled him tighter to her.
His fingers glided through her slick folds, then slipped inside. He stroked her inner channel as he toyed with her clit. She arched, moaning at the exquisite pleasure. His fingers pumped and she squeezed them. Arched to his hand. Blissful sensations rising as his attentions drove her closer and closer to the edge.
“Oh, yes, Yasin.”
His dark gaze watched
her, his mouth buried in her flesh, as she moved against him. He suckled her clit and she gasped, coherent thought fleeing.
His fingers moved insistently inside her, the pleasure building... building...
Until it exploded in an exhilarating blast of pure ecstasy.
She moaned, long and loud, riding the wave of sheer bliss.
When she finally collapsed against the bed, he prowled upward, his eyes twinkling and a satisfied smile on his face.
His mouth merged with hers and she opened to him, loving the feel of his tongue surging deep, then caressing hers. Her arms glided around his neck and she pulled him tighter.
Oh, God, how had she ever been able to walk away from him?
When he drew back, his brown eyes soft and filled with love, she stroked his cheek, needing to be closer to him.
She could feel his cock, thick and heavy on her belly.
“Yasin, make love to me.”
His eyes darkened.
“Your wish is my command, my love.”
Chapter 12
Lily sighed as Yasin’s lips shifted from hers and glided downward, over her chin, then nuzzling her neck. Then he lifted his head and gazed at her breasts. The heat of it seared through her and her nipples puckered into tight buds. He laughed, then leaned in and took one in his mouth. She clung to his head, holding him tight to her. When he suckled, she sucked in a deep breath.
He moved his attention to her other breast, stroking it, then licking the tip. When he suckled that hard bud, she moaned softly, tingles rippling through every part of her.
His lips swooped down on her mouth again and her stomach flipped at the loving glow in his eyes.
Then she felt his hand move between their bodies, and he grasped his hard cock. His gaze held hers as he pressed the tip to her slickness.
“Is this what you want?” he asked as he stroked her sensitive flesh which his cockhead.
