Midnight rolled her eyes, humphed, and fell back against the pillows.
He only needed to undo the bottom two buttons of her shirt to see her wound, or possibly even just pull it up, but he unbuttoned just a few more, the backs of his fingers caressing her silky skin as he worked.
“What are you doing?” she murmured, her voice huskier than it was before.
The way she was looking at him tested his control.
“You’ve been gone three days. I want to make sure that you have not suffered any other wounds,” he growled.
She huffed. “I haven’t been anywhere in the last three days. I’ve been too busy hiding from you!” she retorted before biting her lip.
His hand jerked slightly in surprise and his fingers brushed against the swell of her breast beneath her shirt.
His heart pounded as he realized she wasn't wearing a bra. Her skin heated to scorching and she arched into his touch.
“Why were you hiding from me?” he asked, pleasure and frustration coursing through him.
Her luminous eyes suddenly filled with doubt and a vulnerability. He lifted his hand and caressed her cheek. She moved slightly, pressing her cheek more firmly into his hand.
“Because this— We just—" She huffed with frustration. "I came to tell you that this, between us, it's—nothing—”
"Oh, we're 'nothing'," he said, his eyes flashing with anger. He unbuttoned the last of her buttons and held the edges of her shirt. "—and you're nothiding from me," he challenged.
"I've got nothing to hide," she said darkly, her chin jutting out.
She trembled when he looked down at her state of undress, and her breath caught when he gently pushed her shirt open. Her breasts filled the palms of his hands. Her head tipped back against the pillows.
“What did you come to tell me,habibi?” he murmured. He paused a breath away from her lips.
“I— I came to tell you... I don't.... I—I don't feel.... Oh, hell, I should just kill you,” she groaned, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down.
He laughed into their kiss. It quickly became a moan when she thrust her tongue into his mouth and ran her hands down to the bottom of his t-shirt. They broke apart long enough for her to tug it over his head and toss it to the side. He lifted her up far enough for her to shrug out of her blouse and hoodie. In seconds, her tops were somewhere on the floor along with his shirt.
Their hands fought madly to dispense with the rest of their clothing. He stopped long enough to remove her boots and then gently tugged off her black cargo pants and lacey black panties. His smoldering inspection devoured every part of her, lingering for a moment on the gauze taped on her side.
“Don’t even think about stopping, Junayd,” she warned, hooking her leg around his waist to bring him closer.
His eyes flashed with fire, and he resisted her impatient tug as he hovered above the juncture between her thighs, gripping her legs and placing them over his shoulders to spread her wide beneath his hungry gaze. She gasped with shock.
“I have dreamed of doing this,” he growled.
He didn’t give her a chance to protest or be shy. He spread her soft lips and pinched her clit as he drove his tongue into her. Her loud cry and the tightening of her legs pushing him firmly against her flooded him with a rush of triumph.
He sucked, licked, and nipped in a passionate torture. He poured everything into punishing her for disappearing on him. Her body bucked and vibrated and squirmed as he brought her to the edge again and again. She groaned in frustration and tried to buck him off, but he gave her no mercy, continuing to tease her into madness. Her pleas and moaning sobs were music to his ears.
Pressing first one, then a second finger into her drenched channel, he marveled at how tight she felt. She clenched intensely around his fingers, begging for more as he massaged her nub with the pressure and rhythm that she wanted. Her keening moan was loud and desperate. He pushed deeper, pausing in shock when he felt a thin barrier against the tips of his fingers.
Lost in the passionate fire burning between them, Midnight didn’t flinch when he pushed through the barrier as he suckled her to an intense orgasm. Her body shook and she dragged in shuddering breaths, her eyes locked on the ceiling and her face frozen in a stunned expression.
He gently lowered her thighs and moved up her body. His hand paused on the white bandage on her side. Knowing it would probably be less painful for her, he gently positioned her so that she was on top.
“Take me in you,habibi.Sheath my body in yours,” he tenderly instructed.
Her fingers kneaded his shoulders as she straddled him. She nodded, rising up as he gripped his throbbing shaft in a firm hand. A shudder ran through him when the tip of his cock brushed against her soft, mahogany curls. The slickness from her orgasm coated the bulbous head, making it easier for her to impale herself along his shaft.
The slow measured movements of her descending over him, taking his length an inch at a time until she sat upon him fully, felt like death by pleasure. Her hot body wrapped around him, caressing every inch, compelling him to go deeper and deeper until he was sure he would explode without ever moving a stroke.
Sweat beaded on his brow as he fought for control. He wanted her to experience another earth-shattering orgasm before he came, but he honestly wasn’t sure he had the self-discipline to last. The tingling was already burning a path through his body straight to his cock and the tightness of his ballocks was testament to how far gone he was. She began moving.