Page 44 of The Geek and the Sheikh

He surged against her and pinched both nipples hard.

"Oh, yes!” she exclaimed.

A mind-shattering bliss washed through her as she had her first orgasm without having to create it herself. She breathed out a long, satisfied moan of pleasure and melted in Jameel’s arms, boneless with contentment. The aftershocks of her release left her feeling spent and satisfied.

“That was better than acargo shipfilled with chocolate-filled marshmallows,” she sighed, snuggling against him.

Twelve

Jameel sighed as he closed the door behind them. They left Madame Monet’s shop with their new clothes tucked in the black backpack the kind shopkeeper had retrieved, and walked along the Parisian streets as if they were tourists out for a stroll.

Several hours later, they stopped by one of the numerous bakeries to pick up something to eat. He made a few inquiries and discovered there was a hostel where they could stay the night that was within walking distance from the bakery.

Fortunately, the hostel accepted cash and required little in the way of identification. He swallowed as he stared at the single, queen-size bed. Memories of Junebug melting in his arms earlier had his body hardening in response.

“Do you think the guys are alright?” she asked.

“What? Oh… yeah. I’m sure they are fine,” he replied absently.

“Are you thinking about when I had an orgasm in the dressing room?” she asked, kicking off her shoes and flopping backwards on the bed. “You know, this bed is enormous compared to mine back home. I have a twin bed. I’ve never slept in a big bed before… even when we lived with Harlem.”

“Yes, I was thinking of you— Wait, who is Harlem?” he choked out.

She rolled over onto her stomach, sending more delicious ideas through his head. Visions of her naked, him holding her hips as he— He closed his eyes and shook his head to stop his erotic thoughts. It didn’t help.

“You know, we could just get naked and have some wickedly-wild fun," she reflected. "I really enjoyed you touching my breasts. It's kind of funny that that's one of my turn-on spots because I’ve heard that's one of the usual ones but I always thought it was a thing that guys like and girls pretend to like because I never saw anything to like about it when I'm on my own, but it felt way different when you did it than when I do it. That's really fascinating, actually.”

His eyes popped open. He was pretty sure his mouth was hanging open as well. A guttural sound slipped from his throat as he tried to answer.

He opened and closed his mouth, trying to get his brain, his vocal chords, and his body all on the same page. Junebug’s mischievous smile was not helping. A new vision, this time of a mouse teasing a lion, flashed through his mind.

This little mouse isn’t in the least bit timid when it comes to getting what she wants!

Junebug sat up and slid off the bed. She removed her fluffy pink waistcoat and hung it on the back of the lone chair in the cramped room. His heart beat louder in his ears when she gripped the bottom of her taffy-pink cashmere sweater, paused for a split second as if assessing whether he would try to stop her, before she pulled it up and over her head.

I’ve died and gone to heaven.

There was no other way to describe the emotions and pure, unadulterated need raging in his body. And then it became more intense when she took off her trousers.

He stood ramrod straight as she walked over to him clad only in her pink lacy bra and matching panties. He drank in the sight of her. Junebug's every DNA molecule came together in the perfect combination. She was a master painter’s dream come to life, and he couldn't help thinking of every one of her features in terms of what he could do to them—or what she could do to him.

He could wrap her thick, glorious strawberry blonde hair around his hands and bare her slender neck to his mouth. She could trail her cute button nose down his stomach. Her full breasts were lovingly caressed by the slightly sheer bra, her nipples were rosy, begging to be suckled. Her slender hourglass shape with full hips was perfect for him to wrap his hands around. Her legs were beyond sexy as she came closer to him, and he couldn't help imagining them wrapped around his waist.

Her petite size triggered his need to protect, and her fragile air of innocence made him want to lock her up somewhere safe, like a glass house where she could see out but no one could see in. This world was too dangerous for her. It didn't deserve her. But he knew how tough she was. If any man tried to lock Junebug up, she would simply smile at him, break the glass, and use the pieces to inflict a million cuts on his bleeding heart as she danced along her merry way.

“You are… you are—”

She stopped in front of him, lifted her arms, and placed them on his shoulders. “Horny. Why, yes, I am. What are you going to do about it?”

“How about I show you?” he responded.

She slid one hand down from his shoulder, across his chest, and lower. His hips jerked forward when she cupped his engorged cock through his trousers. He pressed into her hand with a low moan of desire.

“I’d like that,” she murmured, rising up on her toes to kiss him.

Jameel wound his arms around her, cupping her buttocks, and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around him, and the heat of her was heaven. Their lips were locked against each other, growing more heated and desperate with need as he carried her back to the bed. Lowering her, he barely had a moment to pull his hands from her before she frantically unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off. He fumbled when unfastening his pants. Frustrated, she leaned up into him and pushed his hand away so she could take care of the fastening. She pushed his pants and boxers down while he unhooked her bra.

“Sweet Goddess of the Sands, I could lose myself in your breasts,” he groaned, pushing her back and burying his face between the mounds while cupping them.

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