worn myself around the shape of him.
“As you wish,” he said as his pressed his lips to my cheek.
I shivered. And he could quote Princess Bride . Now my feelings for this man were complete on every last level. I’d bet he’d read the actual book too. None of this watching the movie instead business.
He nodded at the bartender. “Hold the vodka and cranberry. We’ll have four shots of tequila. Lemon, and salt.”
I narrowed my gaze at him. I’d seen these done at a party. People got messed up.
“That’s not a Screaming Orgasm.”
Haithem would never, ever, let himself get messed up. Let alone right then.
“We’ll get to that, don’t worry.” He tugged open his shirt collar. His stubble, usually a sexy shadow, pushed the limits of beard-hood. I touched his cheek. The spikes got softer as they grew longer. Actual beards fell in to a no-never-ever category for me. I scratched my nails on his cheek. Now I couldn’t help imagining how hot it’d be to be able to grab onto this.
The bartender lined up the shots, then set a plate with lemon wedges and a salt shaker next to them.
Haithem took my hand, brought it to his lips, and licked the flesh between my thumb and forefinger. My skin tingled. He picked up the shaker and poured salt on the place he’d licked. Then brought my hand back to his mouth—sucked the salt off my hand.
I breathed in.
He picked up a shot, downed it, then tore the flesh off a lemon wedge with his teeth and chewed.
My head spun. I didn’t need shots—I was already intoxicated. He licked his own hand and poured salt, then extended it to me.
I sucked the salt with my mouth and lips, then ran my tongue over where it’d been. He handed me a shot. I downed it in a gulp. It burned its way down. I caught my breath, then sucked on a lemon.
Lemon never tasted sweeter.
We did it all again.
Haithem paid the bartender and led me back to the cabin. My blood hummed. I wasn’t unaffected by the shots, they’d been enough to loosen my limbs, not enough to lose my head.
He locked the cabin door behind us.
Now I’d get that orgasm.
I wondered if I’d scream. If the people around us would hear. If I’d wake up that baby. I licked the lingering lemon from the corner of my mouth.
My pussy ached with need. It wouldn’t take much to have me screaming.
Haithem turned.
His eyes were darker than usual, his polished edges all a little worn. I didn’t want to ask right now exactly what’d happened. There’d be time for that later. I just wanted to smooth the creases in his brow with my thumbs.
Watch him let go.
For once, I wasn’t going to be the one to scream. I placed my hands on his chest and pushed.
He didn’t budge.
I raised my eyebrows and pushed him again. Haithem’s mouth pulled up to the side, and he stepped back against the door. I fell to my knees, running my hands down his thighs.
I looked at him when I reached for his belt. He watched me back. Watched me undo the buckle. Watched me open his fly. Watched me pull his cock free.
Then he buried his fingers in my hair, and stroked my jaw with his thumb. I touched the soft curls above his cock, then wrapped my hands around his base.
My thighs squeezed together.
I slid my hands up his cock to its beautiful head. So irresistibly hard and smooth. I ran my fingers back to his base and touched my tongue to his silky crown. Let that perfect ridge push past my lips into my mouth. His taste invaded my senses.
Musk. Man. Sex .
My lips tingled, blood pooling in all my extremities. I opened my mouth wide and took him in all the way. He filled me, challenged my jaw and throat. His fingers tightened in my hair. He didn’t stop where I stopped, he pushed himself deeper—always showing me there was more.
My throat contracted. He pulled himself out. I didn’t let him go, didn’t let him leave my lips, sucked him back in. Relaxed my muscles and showed him I could take as much as he could give. I tugged his pants open wider, edging
“As you wish,” he said as his pressed his lips to my cheek.
I shivered. And he could quote Princess Bride . Now my feelings for this man were complete on every last level. I’d bet he’d read the actual book too. None of this watching the movie instead business.
He nodded at the bartender. “Hold the vodka and cranberry. We’ll have four shots of tequila. Lemon, and salt.”
I narrowed my gaze at him. I’d seen these done at a party. People got messed up.
“That’s not a Screaming Orgasm.”
Haithem would never, ever, let himself get messed up. Let alone right then.
“We’ll get to that, don’t worry.” He tugged open his shirt collar. His stubble, usually a sexy shadow, pushed the limits of beard-hood. I touched his cheek. The spikes got softer as they grew longer. Actual beards fell in to a no-never-ever category for me. I scratched my nails on his cheek. Now I couldn’t help imagining how hot it’d be to be able to grab onto this.
The bartender lined up the shots, then set a plate with lemon wedges and a salt shaker next to them.
Haithem took my hand, brought it to his lips, and licked the flesh between my thumb and forefinger. My skin tingled. He picked up the shaker and poured salt on the place he’d licked. Then brought my hand back to his mouth—sucked the salt off my hand.
I breathed in.
He picked up a shot, downed it, then tore the flesh off a lemon wedge with his teeth and chewed.
My head spun. I didn’t need shots—I was already intoxicated. He licked his own hand and poured salt, then extended it to me.
I sucked the salt with my mouth and lips, then ran my tongue over where it’d been. He handed me a shot. I downed it in a gulp. It burned its way down. I caught my breath, then sucked on a lemon.
Lemon never tasted sweeter.
We did it all again.
Haithem paid the bartender and led me back to the cabin. My blood hummed. I wasn’t unaffected by the shots, they’d been enough to loosen my limbs, not enough to lose my head.
He locked the cabin door behind us.
Now I’d get that orgasm.
I wondered if I’d scream. If the people around us would hear. If I’d wake up that baby. I licked the lingering lemon from the corner of my mouth.
My pussy ached with need. It wouldn’t take much to have me screaming.
Haithem turned.
His eyes were darker than usual, his polished edges all a little worn. I didn’t want to ask right now exactly what’d happened. There’d be time for that later. I just wanted to smooth the creases in his brow with my thumbs.
Watch him let go.
For once, I wasn’t going to be the one to scream. I placed my hands on his chest and pushed.
He didn’t budge.
I raised my eyebrows and pushed him again. Haithem’s mouth pulled up to the side, and he stepped back against the door. I fell to my knees, running my hands down his thighs.
I looked at him when I reached for his belt. He watched me back. Watched me undo the buckle. Watched me open his fly. Watched me pull his cock free.
Then he buried his fingers in my hair, and stroked my jaw with his thumb. I touched the soft curls above his cock, then wrapped my hands around his base.
My thighs squeezed together.
I slid my hands up his cock to its beautiful head. So irresistibly hard and smooth. I ran my fingers back to his base and touched my tongue to his silky crown. Let that perfect ridge push past my lips into my mouth. His taste invaded my senses.
Musk. Man. Sex .
My lips tingled, blood pooling in all my extremities. I opened my mouth wide and took him in all the way. He filled me, challenged my jaw and throat. His fingers tightened in my hair. He didn’t stop where I stopped, he pushed himself deeper—always showing me there was more.
My throat contracted. He pulled himself out. I didn’t let him go, didn’t let him leave my lips, sucked him back in. Relaxed my muscles and showed him I could take as much as he could give. I tugged his pants open wider, edging
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