One
"Come with me."
She had known him a mere seventy two hours but there was no doubt, no misgiving in her mind. She wanted this; every nerve screamed out for fulfillment and she was going to get full satisfaction.
Fahd was not a man you built castles around especially if you were Marya. He was like the rain in the Sahara; never reliable but when it came, there would be torrents and flash floods. For once in her life, she wanted the torrents and flash floods. She wanted the power a woman felt when she took on a man on equal footing; when she wasn't a needy sack of feelings and emotions hanging on to the hope that he would still want her in the morning. She would let him lead him lead the dance, allow him to twist her up with want and lust and at midnight she would stroll back to her room drunk in the power that came from dancing toe to toe and coming out of it the winner.
"A night to remember" That is what she was getting out of this experience.
She didn't know how she knew but somehow she was sure he would carry his weight under the sheets. Even if he didn't, she had enough motivation to carry them through.
He had his right palm on the small of her back and he knew of all the girls he had been with recently, none would come close to her. For one, he'd had to work extra hard to get her. The experience was foreign and pretty new to him. He was used to getting any girl he got his eye on with a simple snap of his fingers; a look was usually enough. With Marya, it had taken three whole days of wining; dining and maneuvering before she fell in line and something told him that if tomorrow had not been the last day of the conference, she wouldn't be in his arms. Truth be told, the hunt had raised the level of want in him.
She didn't see much of his suite when they got in. He had her back braced by the wall as he finally got his chance to trace her lips. He wanted to set a moderate pace but his body and his mind were not working in tandem. He wanted it all. He went on a rampage trying to get his fill. Neither one noticed that her feet were not on the ground anymore.
She shivered; 'Why is his mouth so sweet?' She had kissed her fair share in the past thirty years of her life and thought she knew all the flavours a mouth could offer but this was something totally new to her. It felt like she could literally taste his arousal and the taste was intoxicating; she wanted more of it. If she could find a way to fit her tongue and lips all over and inside his mouth she might just have gotten the edge off. Then there was the scent; so intoxicating, so everywhere! She was drowning in it, she wanted to bath in it always. The scent of HIM, the scent that affirmed she was not in this alone. Whatever
this,
was. It felt like a sea of needs and wants, like a forever winding, never ending waterfall of crazed longing.
He had prepared himself well but in his wildest dreams had not expected this. This tide that was carrying them away. His brain registered the need to take a step back; to get a hold of himself and get her to fit in with his plan for them. Abruptly, he pulled back from her and only got as far as his waist disengaged. He looked down and saw her chocolate legs around him. Her emerald dress pulled up to her waist revealing gold lace panties. He liked everything he saw so much; suddenly the weight felt just right. Now he was left wondering why he had even needed to pull back in the first place. There had been no promises spoken between them; there was only tonight and he was not going to ruin it thinking of what ifs. He would handle whatever came in his usual way either way. In seconds, he had her in his bed.
His movements felt guided. Their bodies were totally in sync so much so that neither realized that the lights were not on. There had been no fumbling, no awkward bumps; he had peeled off her dress and underwear in sure, synchronized moves. It felt effortless. His dining jacket and pants were off without breaking rhythm. Before she knew it, he was in her; and then for her, the rhythm broke.
"Don't move," she whimpered.
"What?" he asked, disoriented even as he prepared himself to drive much deeper.
She bit her lower lip. The pressure was too much. "He'll rip me up!" she thought frantically. "Please stop." She whispered
"What?" His voice was more lucid this time. Harsh even.
She said the only thing that could give her reprieve. "Condom."
'Shit!" How could he have forgotten? He never forgot. He swore ripely once more when he realized he had to slip out of her to get to the pack of condoms.
He switched on the lights before getting out of bed and she got an eyeful of what he was packing and decided she didn't want a repeat of what had just happened. "Do you have lube?"
