Page 7 of Sheikh's Quarantine Triplet Baby Daughters

“Might be a little hard to get my work done if I'm not wearing at least a bra,” she said, her giggle turning into a laugh as he kissed the curve of her hip and ran his tongue over her thigh.

“I'd let you wear a bra,” Samyar said magnanimously. “I am generous like that.”

She started to answer him, but then he was parting her legs, coming to rest between them. Diane was naked now, but instead of feeling exposed, she felt sheltered and protected. She was with Samyar, which was the safest place it was possible for her to be, and of course he was allowed to look at her, of course he was allowed to slide his fingers down her slit and spread her open even further.

“Oh Samyar...”

“You're so perfect,” he said, leaning in with a look of brilliant hunger on his face. “I have never found such perfection as you.”

He leaned in, long wet laps of his tongue on her thighs making her almost light-headed with need before he pressed closer to the very core of her, sliding up so his weight rested sweetly over her legs, opening her so he could nuzzle against her most intimate flesh.

Diane slid the fingers of one hand through his dark hair, and her other hand grasped at the blanket underneath her. It felt good, it felt so good. He knew exactly what she liked; when she wanted him to press gentle fingers into her, when she wanted him to lap almost fiercely at her clit. The pleasure crashed up and over her, ebbing and flowing like a tide, and she went with it, because he knew her, and he knew what she wanted.

There was a moment, a perfect moment, where he paused, and she knew he was asking her if she wanted him to continue. Sometimes she didn't, sometimes at that hovering point of pleasure, she knew that she needed something else, but now her hand tightened in his hair, bringing him closer to her.

He slid two fingers inside her, and she could feel how warm and wet she was now, how hungry for him she had been, and then when he sucked on her clit with the perfect amount of force, all of the pleasure in Diane's body gathered at her core and made her cry out at as it exploded in a warm ball of fire and need.

“Samyar,” she cried out, almost afraid at how intense it was, and then he came up to gather her in his arms, pressing a soft kiss to her temple, holding her so tightly so she wouldn't float away.

There were times when I needed him to hold me for a while after he had given me something like that, Diane thought, and then she pulled back just a little. Just not now.

“I want more,” she told him, looking directly into those golden eyes. “Please, Samyar...”

There was a moment where Samyar hesitated, but she could see that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. He pressed a deep kiss to her that took as much as it gave, and a moment later, he stretched out on top of her, his manhood pressing hot and needy against her belly.

“I've wanted you for so long,” he murmured, kissing her throat, and she laughed, because she was never as free as she was when she was with Samyar.

“Then have me,” she whispered, and she caught her breath when she felt the blunt tip of his cock slide along her opening. She thought as ready as he was that he would simply push straight into her, but instead his movements turned sly and teasing, sweeping up and down along her sensitive flesh until she was almost faint with renewed need.

“Please!”

She felt as if she might have reached another breaking point, and apparently so had Samyar, because he entered her with one long slow thrust, filling her up. Diane threw her head back, a long low cry escaping her throat, and then Samyar started to move.

It was like being overwhelmed by the tide, his body rising and falling over hers, filling her, pulling back out almost to her entrance and then surging back in with the full force of the ocean. They were joined as intimately as it was possible for two people to be joined, and Diane lost herself to it, digging her heels into the mattress so she could thrust back up to Samyar's movements.

She had heard that some people made love like they danced, but she never really understood that statement before she went to bed with Samyar. In his arms, she had a partner who matched her in every way; in speed, in depth, in need and in wonder. They moved together rather than against each other, and there was absolutely nothing at all in the world to separate them.

“Oh, I've missed you, I've missed you so much,” she said, her words half-buried in his chest. “I need you, I want you...”

He was chanting her name over and over again, and when he finally toppled, she, to her astonishment, went along with him, a cascade of sweetness and heat that she couldn't resist.

Diane had spent the last five years distancing herself from her time with Samyar. She had told herself that he was only a blip on her romantic radar, an affair that was going to end sooner or later. She told herself that things weren't as perfect as she remembered, and she definitely told herself that the sex hadn't been as amazing as she knew it was.

Now though, finding her second peak in his arms, she knew she had been fooling herself the entire time. The bliss that she found when she was with him was every bit what she had remembered it being. It was what she had longed for when they were apart, it was what had sent her into the heights of glory when they were together.

She sobbed as she clung to him, wracked with need and with passion. It felt so good, he felt so good, and in that moment, she thought that she would never let him go again.

When Samyar's shudders calmed, he only rested his weight on her for a moment before he rolled to one side. Diane would have protested, but he brought her with him, dragging her against his body and planting a rain of sweet kisses on her face.

They let the moment stretch as long as it could, but finally, Samyar sighed, squeezing her gently.

"Diane."

"Hm."

"Diane, we should speak of this."

One moment she had been as happy as she had been in a long time, and the next, she had had a bucket of cold water dumped on her head. She made a face, and because it was better to rip off a band-aid quickly rather than slowly, she pulled away from him. The rush of cool air as she sat up awakened her further, and she took a deep breath.

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