Page 58 of Forgetting the Enemy
I take my hand and caress her face. “Oh, baby, I’m sorry.” I move in and kiss her again, taking her lips gently and passionately, and she melts into me. “How ’bout I make you a promise?”
“And what’s that?” she asks. I can tell by her tone she’s skeptical and really doesn’t believe I am here for the long haul.
I pick her up and lay her on the bed. With my eyes transfixed on hers, I reach for the hem of her nighty. She looks at me warily, but I don’t stop.Gradually, I expose her glorious pussy. Grazing my fingers along her skin, I can feel it pebble from my touch. I reach her belly and linger there, then continue past her rib cage to her breasts. She is now completely exposed to me. For the first time since I’ve started my travels up her body, I remove my eyes from hers and take in her beautiful form. She’s more beautiful than I had ever imagined. Yes, I’ve seen her in a bikini, but seeing her bare pussy and breasts make it the complete package. I bend down to kiss her, slow at first, and then it grows into something more urgent.
Breaking from the kiss, she says, “Michael, you never answered me.”
I chuckle. “You mean my actions aren’t enough of an answer for you?”
“Nope, not enough.”
“Okay, here’s my promise. I won’t leave, and I won’t ask you to leave. I will stay here with you and cherish your body, make love to you over and over again until we both are sated and exhausted. And in the morning, if you still want me as much as I want you, then I will never leave you again. Can you accept that?”
“Now that, I can accept.” Her hand reaches down to my boxers, and she runs her palm across my erection.
“Nope, not yet, baby. I get to play first.”
“Why can’t we play together?” she asks.
“Because, baby, if you touch me now, I won’t last. I will come hard like a sixteen-year-old boy, and you deserve so much more. I’ve wanted you for so long. I’ve held back so many times, but not tonight, baby.”
Frustrated, she places her hands above her head. Perfect. I take her nighty that I’ve slid up her body and bunch it up to cover her eyes. She squirms.
“Leave your hands exactly where they are,” I demand. I trail kisses down her body, taking special care to stay away from her breasts and pussy.
She moans and says, “Michael, please.”
“We’ve got all night, darling. There’s no need to rush this,” I whisper.
***
Zaira
“But—”
“Sshh,” he says and continues to feather soft kisses along my skin. I do as I’m told, and the sensation of his hands and his lips on my body make me want to combust. It’s too much.
He makes a point to not touch me in all the places where I need his touch. His breathing is heavy as he hovers over my breast. His breath makes my skin tingle. Anxiously, I arch toward his mouth, silently begging him to take it. Teasingly, he brings his mouth closer, and by the feeling of his breath on my skin, I know that if I move up, he would be touching me. But I wait. Not being able to see him to anticipate what he’s gonna do next completely liquefies my body. Patiently I wait, my hands still remaining above my head, and then I feel his tongue touching my nipple. I moan and push my breast into him. I want more.
“Do you like that, Zaira?” he asks huskily.
“Yes,” I whisper.
His breathing is heavy, and I feel his hand trail along my body until it stops right before he gets to my core. I buck my hips, begging him to touch me where I need him most, but he doesn’t. His hand comes back up my stomach, and I groan in frustration. When he gets to my bare breast, he lightly rubs his palm over my fully erect nipple.
“Oh God, Michael, more, please,” I beg.
“More?”
“Yes.” I’m on fire. My pussy is aching for his touch. I need to feel him, and I’m not sure if I can obey much longer. I’ve been a good girl, keeping my hands above my head, but I’m on sensual overload, and he can’t expect me to take more without some form of release.Or can he?
Every time he moves, his erection brushes against my body, so I know he’s still wearing his boxers. I want his clothes off. As I move my hands down to reach for his underwear, he abruptly stops me.
“Now, Zaira, what did I say?”
I quickly bring my hands back above my head.
“Good girl,” he says as his lips come down on mine in a bruising kiss. He devours my mouth, his tongue taking control of mine.
