“This dress—” he started before I whimpered in shame. I wanted to tell him the dress was about breaking down walls between us. I didn’t want our relationship to have the length of my skirt.
“The dress is okay,” Ibby whispered. “But the girl inside it is beautiful. She was beautiful wrapped up in my old jacket and blanket. She is beautiful in yoga pants and sweatshirt about to leave The Club after a twelve-hour shift.”
“Ibby, I—”
Instead of letting me find the words, Ibby kissed my hands one last time before releasing them to cup my face, bringing it up to his.
“I think we’ve waited long enough, don’t you?”
I nodded.
“Are you hungry, or can dinner wait a little longer?”
Licking my lips without thinking, Ibby took my silent answer, edging me backwards into the kitchen so he could turn off the hotplates.
Everything to that moment had been in slow motion. I had time to absorb each movement, feel each breath.
Then, the Ibby I’d craved broke through.
Hungry lips claiming mine. Kissing without mercy.
Without breaking away, he kicked off his shoes before guiding me backwards back through the living room, to the edge of the stairs. After he hoisted me to around his waist, I didn’t need to hold on. Not when his hands were now cupped underneath my ass. Fingers pressed into my cheeks while his tongue continued its exploration of my mouth.
He carried me up to the first floor. My heart racing faster than his.
“I can walk,” I moaned.
“Why, when you don’t have to?”
Closed doors rushed by as he dashed past the room I’d taken as my own. His hands now up my skirt, fingers finding the edges of my white lace thong.
Ibby only released my feet to the floor when we got to the last door in the long hallway. On the same side of the house as my room, he’d also have views of the garden.
I thought I knew what to expect.
Only, Ibby opened to a room larger than my entire apartment. A large leather sleigh bed with dark charcoal sheets matching two of the walls on top of a white plush rug and polished hardwood floorboards.
Totally masculine.
Perfectly Ibrahim Mercia.
No woman had left her mark on his house, or this room.
Ridiculously, because I knew his history, I found his room strangely comforting. With no evidence of women before me, I could believe I was the first. If not in his bed, at least in his life.
My opportunity to look around was cut short as his lips pressed against mine and erased all thought.
Ibby’s hands didn’t stop. Not until he’d found and released the back zipper. Not until he’d kissed my exposing neck and shoulders as he slipped my dress over my shoulders, dropping it to the floor.
Not until his hands worked their way down my sides, leaving me with tingles and goosebumps while he found my hands.
Spinning me to face him, he guided my hands to the tiny, black pearl buttons on his shirt. Of course, Ibby wouldn’t wear normal shirts with normal plastic buttons. Not when the shimmer of the pearls danced and teased their way open until his shirt found its way to the floor.
Standing in my white bra and panties, I gave into my urgent craving to feel him. Kisses and hands weren’t enough. They had been the appetizer to my dreams, but reality needed one thing more.
I felt for him through the thickness of his pants. Feeling him grow with each stroke. Loving the way he moaned and ground his hips towards my hand.
All I’d need for him to ignite me would be a single touch. One touch and I’d easily explode.
How many months of foreplay had it taken? Our shared looks, hopeful dreams. If I’d known all it would take was a day being kidnapped, I might have staged my own.
No. I flinched. Too soon.
But still, not even yesterday could ruin today.
“Welcome to my castle, said the nightclub king to his queen,” Ibby edged me towards the bed until my knees almost buckled at the cool sheets.
“Only you’d have satin sheets for everyday use,” I laughed as he lay me back. Fisting the sheets and not caring if they creased, I teased, “Like your luxury?”
“Who says they’re for every day?” He asked, hoisting me further up onto the bed before climbing on top. Covering my body with his, spreading apart my legs with his knees. Ibby gifted me with a trail of wet, luxury kisses from my belly button, up the valley between my breasts.
He avoided the two parts of me I wanted him to devour, instead bringing me to giggles with a string of fairy kisses around my neck.
“I’ll have you know that this morning I had white linen, but after our kiss at The Club, I had every intention of celebrating with you tonight.”
“Sure of yourself?” I teased, wrapping him within my legs. This man wasn’t going anywhere, no changing of his mind until I got what I wanted.
Him.
“Katie,” he said with an urgency I felt to my core, “Tonight, I was either going to make love to you, or go to sleep with blue balls.”
“Well, never let it be said I wasn’t prepared to look after anything that’s special to you!”
I released him long enough to push down his pants until I could reach and release his cock and swollen balls. “What can I do to make them better?”
I didn’t wait for an answer, gently massaging, rubbing between his folds until he kicked his pants to the floor and nibbled the edges of my lace bra.
Sex wasn’t supposed to be funny, but each time his light stubble got caught in the lace, I couldn’t stifle a giggle.
“You need to take this seriously!” he teased.
“Make me.”
Oh, he did. Finding my nipples through the lace. Suckling, nibbling and then pushing aside each bra cup until each breast commanded his full attention.
He took cleansing each breast, removing memories of any and all men, quite seriously.
Ibrahim Mercia was a master lover.
I wasn’t even in the same class as an apprentice.
Yet my body didn’t need experience to know what it wanted or what to do.
To hell with foreplay.
I’d been patient long enough.
Patience had gotten me gently let down every bloody time I thought we’d get here. Not tonight.
His room was already filled with the scent of our desire.
“My turn.” I didn’t push him away, but Ibby stopped kissing the moment I held his erection in two hands, pulling him close. Guiding him to the only place he belonged.
I watched his dark eyes flicker as he bit down on his lower lip. Soft moans followed as I glided him past the sides of my sodden panties, easily finding its way inside.
No more words, or kisses. Yet, each thrust became a full body experience. His head jolting backwards with each thrust, only for his eyes to search for mine again. Uniting.
He started gentle, matching the rise of my hips until I wanted to scream.
This wasn’t the man I imagined.
I knew Ibrahim. I saw his darkness, his passion and rage.
I wanted and expected more than vanilla, boring, normal people sex.
Nothing about Ibby was any of those things, and if he thought he could lie back and get away with the bare minimal, he had another think coming!
Ibby
What the fuck!
One minute, I’d been diving into paradise, feeling Katie squeeze around my cock. Months of anticipation and she’d just kidnapped my cock, squeezing it between soft lace and her warm pussy.
I’d been content to play around, take my time to explore her body. Find out where she was the most sensitive, where she liked it hard or soft. Hours to get to know Katie and then days, months or even years to put it into practice.
Except, she was my sexy minx.
Steeling my cock before I’d had a chance to dress him was one thing. But when Katie lifted her hips, biting down on the lips I’d left bruised, I didn’t fucking care. She
was taking me to the moon and back. Each thrust was like diving into warm honey.
Katie had me at sixes and sevens.
Torn between wanting to fuck her within an inch of our lives, and wondering how I can hold on long enough to have the pleasure.
Then.
What the—!
Katie turned me mid thrust. Taking control, her tongue edging me to within a whisker of losing not only my self-control but also my self-respect.
I had fucked women.
Many women.
None of them had been left wanting.
Katie?
Damn. I wanted to please her. Drown in her. Bring her to the edge of the cliff with me and jump off.
Instead, the best I could do was hover the tip of my cock at the edge of her lips. Threatening to spin her back and fuck our way into an earth-shattering orgasm. She deserved no less.
Instead, my sexy little minx read my mind.
“Trust me,” she laughed, covering my cock with gentle kisses until I almost exploded in her mouth. I never liked gentle. I wanted a woman to massage my balls, suck my cock and finish the job. Blow jobs were the things you had while watching TV.
They were never all consuming, brain erasing, fuuuuck.
I gripped her hair. Fisting it but careful not to rip handfuls from its roots. Instead, scratching my fingernails down her scalp, wishing I could guide her head but terrified I’d break whatever magic voodoo she had over me.
“Fuck, me, dead.” I groaned, trying not to lose whatever reputation I had an hour ago. Where the hell had she learnt how to tease to the point where I’d promise anything, give her anything just to let go.
“Not yet.”
Katie wasn’t happy with the way I was lying on the bed. Seriously, not happy. But instead of using her words, she used her mouth. Holy crap. Her eyes guided me to the back of my own bed, but it wasn’t until I was sitting that she gave me my reward. Kisses and firm strokes when I sat up, following her gentle command. Backing away when I either protested or was too slow to react.
“Katie, Katie, Katie, just tell me what you want me to do!” I begged. Me. Begging a woman. Never. Before.
“Not yet.” Instead of straddling me, she balanced on my bed, giving me the perfect view of her perfect ass. “Sit on your feet.”
“What the hell?”
“The only way you’ll find out is by sitting on your feet.”
I didn’t have a choice.
Well, technically I did. But, seriously, Katie was doing my head in and at least one of us were going to break tonight, and it was probably going to be me.
My reward for sitting on my feet was Katie taking a step backwards. Close enough for my tongue to tease between her cheeks. Spreading her cheeks until I could almost tongue fuck her. Taste her. Bring Katie to the same edge of insanity that she’d sentenced me. Thinking I still had a few tricks up my sleeve, I tried to spin her around, but Katie was quicker.
Gliding down my chest. Impaling my cock within her sweetness. I thought I was in heaven before she leaned forward.
“Katie!” Oh, I had no idea. Feeling her pull forward, I instinctively grabbed at her breasts, holding on for dear life while she set the pace.
No!
I wanted to see her face, wanted her to come first.
I wanted—
I couldn’t—
Hold on any longer.
“Oh, my—I’m—”
“I can’t hear you,” Katie urged, squeezing tighter until I couldn’t help but explode.
“Katie, oh my, Katie!”
I’d done the impossible.
Broken my own rule.
Not once in my entire life had I called out a woman’s name.
Never.
Holding her, still facing away from me I couldn’t see her eyes or tell by her kisses what she wanted. I had to respond to her body, listen and feel. A different sensation.
Normally, selfish bastard that I could be, I wouldn’t care.
With Katie, the thought of her leaving my bed anything less than completely satisfied wasn’t an option.
I wanted to please her. For no other reason than I wanted her to be happy.
“My turn.”
With one arm around her waist holding her upright and close, I muzzled kisses around her neck.
“Lie back into me and relax.” One handheld Katie while my other found her clit and got to work. I wanted to see her eyes, let them guide the way. With her back still to me, I could work only by feeling the way her body responded. I took my time to experiment.
Did she like strokes or circles. Light or hard. Even though my cock was now taking a well-deserved nap, it wasn’t leaving its new home. It became my barometer as she squeezed or released. The exploration of Katie Elias could quite possibly take a lifetime to master.
But when I rubbed her between my fingers, she almost broke out of my grasp. My room filled with her moans as she tried to double over. Her legs squeezing against my hands. Locking me into place? Had to be because I wasn’t gonna stop until we were cohabitating in the same nirvana.
“Let it go, baby,” I urged, wanting to feel her release. “You feel like silk, come on Katie, please Katie.”
At the sound of her name, the spasms started.
Pulsating spasms that could have milked me a second time if I slowed down. Not an option.
I rode the wave, not stopping until Katie shuddered into my chest.
With one hand still trapped, I stroked and kissed the top of her head until her breathing slowed to normal.
“You okay?” I asked, never prouder of myself. Katie had thrown out the challenge. Hopefully, by now, she’d realized I could respond in kind.
“You promised me dinner. Was this just to distract me away from your cooking?”
“Cheeky wench!” I laughed, still unwilling to release her. Not now, possibly not ever. “I’ll have you know that my mother’s cooking can withstand reheating after football training so I think it will survive this small delay.”
“You call this a small delay?” Without warning, Katie lifted her body until she straddled me the way I’d had first longed. “That was halftime, baby. What else have you got?”
Katie
Insatiable.
Incredible.
Unforgettable.
Ibrahim was everything I’d suspected and more than I deserved.
Initially cautious, it hadn’t taken much persuasion before Ibby matched me for passion, desire and a willingness to discover each other’s bodies.
I knew what he wanted from the moment he pushed me onto his bed. Yes, there’d be some foreplay and we’d exchange kisses, long stares and hopefully there’d be some making love in between the sex.
I’d waited too long just to become part of his normal routine.
Spinning into the ice-cream position had been spur of the moment decision, but when he called out my name, I knew it had been the right call. If he was going to treat me as any other woman, I didn’t want to see it in his eyes.
Facing away gave me the opportunity of trying to save my heart if I became another notch.
Nothing could have been further from the truth.
“I’ve never done that before,” he admitted half an hour later as I wore his jacket over my bra and panties at the large kitchen table.
“Had a conversation after sex?” I challenged, not surprised.
“Funny girl, I’ll have you know that calling a cab can be considered a conversation.”
“Not by me.” My heart lurched. Please, I didn’t want to become another victim to his pattern. Then again, famous last words from hundreds of women he’d had before. Choking back my fear, I continued, “I don’t make a habit of being kidnapped, rescued or—”
“Eating a home cooked meal?” he quickly teased again, offering a forkful of the slow cooked lamb.
“You know what I mean. I never wanted to be one of your women.”
Ibby took time to refill my glass with a sweet prosecco. Offering a
toast, “To us. I have no idea where we are heading. I’m fucked at relationships, as you quite nicely pointed out. In fact, in about six hours, you could have the record as my longest relationship in over a decade.”
“Really, six hours? I expected you to have better stamina than that.”
“How about you give me a report card tomorrow morning,” Ibby forced me to give up my fork when he took one hand and wouldn’t give it back. “I’ve never called out a woman’s name before.”
“Oh.”
“You know my reputation.” He shrugged apologetically but offered another mouthful of the lamb. It gave me time to think about a response.
“I saw your reputation in action. Mostly one woman, but sometimes two and the occasional three.”
“I guess it doesn’t help to say they didn’t mean a thing.”
I shook away his hand in time with my head. If we were going to last until tomorrow, he needed to know some home truths. “Of course it did, of course they did. I hated you not seeing me.”
“I always saw you; I didn’t want to do anything to hurt you.”
“And now?”
“I’m terrified of letting you down. Disappointing you or being an insensitive jerk that you end up ghosting.”
I wanted to laugh. Did other women believe his crap, or did he?
“Are you kidding me? You slept with a hundred women so you didn’t upset me? I call bullshit. You never noticed me until recently.”
“Which is precisely when I stopped with other women.”
“Bullshit.”
“Serious.”
“I don’t believe you.” But I wanted him to try.
“Katie Elias. If I knew your middle name, I’d use it too.”
For that, I gave him my sweetest smile and locked away my middle name as an anniversary reward. “Go on.”
“Katie, it might have taken me a while, but from the moment I knew I wanted you, no one else could compare.”
I waited. He had to do better than some hollow words.
“I never wanted to meet someone through the clubs. Never wanted to mix business with pleasure.”
“You’re not a very good salesman.”
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