“Yes, but—” But before he could explain, she’d placed a finger against his lips.
“I know you didn’t mean it any demeaning way. But you’re right. My pride had gotten in the way, and I suddenly realized what you meant. I had to let go of all the stupid things which were stopping me from coming to you with an open heart.” She looked into his eyes with one steady stare. “I had to let go of my pride because, in the end, it was the only thing which lay between me and you.” She raised her other hand and pressed it against his chest, spreading her fingers. He could feel their heat. “And I do want you, Xander.”
It took all his self-control not to pick her up in his arms and carry her to the bed and make love to her very, very thoroughly. Instead, he pulled away a little, looked down at her. “Then prove it,” he said with a barely suppressed growl.
It was her turn to frown. “How? Tell me how, and I will.”
“I’ve listened to your words, now I need to feel what your body will tell me. Only then will I truly believe you.”
The frown disappeared into a brief twist of a smile before she raised herself onto tiptoe and she pressed those beautiful lips against his. She moved away all too soon.
He clenched his hands tight to stop himself from responding. He wanted to grab her, throw her on the bed, rip off her underwear and thrust himself deep inside of her. But such an aggressive approach was all wrong with Elaheh. He had to take his time. Maybe later their lovemaking would develop, but now, she had to take the lead.
“Over to you, Ela,” he said in a soft whisper.
Elaheh feltXander’s words give her a strength, flowing through her body, lighting up every part with desire and confidence. She stepped away, amused by the faint traces of uncertainty in Xander’s eyes. He didn’t know what she was about to do. Good. It made her even more certain that she could trust her instincts, the same way she could trust her brain.
She shrugged off her abaya and tossed it to the floor. She only had a vague feeling of discomfort. Usually she made sure it was folded, and handed to a servant to put away or wash. Nothing was ever left on the ground in a crumpled heap. She found crossing this threshold liberating.
With renewed purpose she disposed of the short silk dress she wore beneath her robes in the same way.
Xander went and flicked off the light. All that was left was the slices of moonlight across the floor, leading to the bed. Not enough for her. She wanted to see, she wanted to experience everything.
“No, leave the light on. I want to see you. And I want you to see me.”
He grinned. “Sure.” He flicked the light back on. “Now,” he gestured to her. “Please, continue.”
She was pleased she’d had the foresight to wear a bra which clipped in the front. With one twist of her fingers she was free of it and tossed it on top of her other clothes. No need, really, to spread her clothes too far and wide. And then she stepped out of her panties and tossed them to one side. She had no idea if she looked good to his eyes. She’d heard of other women shaving in private areas for their men, of making their nipples redder, of adorning their private parts with jewels. She’d done none of that. There was only herself, and she hoped that would be enough.
It seems from his reaction, that it was. “Um, perfection,” he said, as he walked up to her and cupped her cheeks and kissed her thoroughly.
She hadn’t anticipated how erotic it would be, standing before the man she loved and desired more than anyone on the planet, naked and vulnerable, and yet powerful at the same time.
She rolled back on to her heels once more. There was only one thing she could think of that would be more erotic and that was to see Xander without any clothes on and to press her naked body to his, to feel and know every inch of his body not through her sight, but by the feel of it against her skin.
Her fingers fumbled as she tried to undo first one button on his shirt, and then another. Meanwhile his hands were firm on her bottom, pulling her hips against him, her stomach caressing his erection, making her movements even clumsier. In the end she tore at his clothes, the buttons from his shirt bouncing across the tiled floor. Then she could wait no more and pressed her lips to his chest and then stomach as her fingers busied themselves opening his trousers and releasing his erection into her waiting hands.
She knew exactly what she wanted to do first. With his hard flesh between her hands, she looked up into his eyes so he could see her reaction, lifted herself onto her toes, extending herself as tall as possible so she could give herself the pleasure for which she yearned. Then she rubbed herself against him. She gasped at the first touch, tilted her head back with a sigh as she moved his moist tip around her most sensitive of places, and then felt desire drain her strength as she relaxed into his hands.
With one swift movement he lifted her into his arms and she wrapped her legs around his waist, kissing him with a passion she hadn’t known existed inside her. She wanted everything he could give her now.
He sat on the bed as she rose on her knees to allow him better access to her breasts which he took—first one and then the other—into his mouth, suckling her, sending her nipple, hard and needy, deeper into his mouth, tugging at some invisible cord deep inside her.
At the same time he explored her sex with his fingers. She was wetter than she’d ever been and wanted him now. She didn’t want to wait another moment for him to be inside of her.
She tried to push him back onto the bed but he wouldn’t budge. It seemed her willpower had met its match.
He looked up from his attention to her breasts, grinned and swiftly twisted her around until she was flat on her back on the bed. He tried to reach for a condom but she stopped him. “Not necessary,” she gasped, and grabbed him again to make sure he wasn’t going anywhere. If he’d had any thought of stopping, it had disappeared as she touched him.
Focusing on his eyes, holding his gaze, she opened her legs wide. For a moment she felt exposed, uncomfortable, too far from her comfort zone of absolute proprietary. But she forgot all her worries when she saw how turned on he was.
He lifted her legs and kissed her sex. The touch made her tremble with anticipation. She thrust her fingers through his hair and gripped it as he tasted her. It only took her seconds for the sensations to escalate into a powerful orgasm which rocked her and left her body reeling.
But she had no time to luxuriate in the feelings, as Xander positioned himself and with one swift, slick movement entered her. For a second she was shocked by how deeply he’d penetrated her. And she tensed.
He didn’t move, just kept himself there, as he bypassed her fears by playing with her nipples with his tongue before kissing her as deeply and as intently as he was inside of her.
She relaxed under his ministrations, and he felt it, and only then slipped out of her, the sensations as his skin moved against hers sending waves of pleasure through her body to the tips of her toes.