Page 45 of The Geek and the Sheikh

“More,” she demanded.

She used one foot to push his trousers the rest of the way off and kick them off the bed. While he lost himself in her breasts, she lifted her hips and pushed her panties down. He settled between her legs once she had one leg free.

He worked his way down her body, pressing kisses along her silky skin. Her body vibrated with excitement the further he explored. He grinned and paused just above where she most wanted him. She tangled her hands in his hair and pushed him down, spreading her legs wider. A soft moan of pleasure filled the air. He wasn’t sure if it came from himself or her.

“I’ve dreamed about this ever since I read about it,” she moaned.

He had been dreaming about this ever since he met her. He took his time, enjoying each delectable nibble and lick because she was wildly responsive, fluctuating between opening wider and wrapping her legs around his head so he couldn't move.

When she came apart in his arms, he knew he wouldn’t last more than a few minutes… at most. He rose up over her. She was still locked in her orgasm. Gritting his teeth, he sheathed his cock within her entrance and pressed forward a small amount, remembering that he should go slow for her first time—and then remembering that he should wear a condom! She moaned and opened her eyes.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmured. "Hold that thought."

She giggled as he found his wallet in their pile of clothes and rolled the condom on faster than he ever had in his life. Within seconds he was back to his previous position.

"Welcome back," she greeted cheekily.

He laughed and pressed forward a little more than he had before. He paused and closed his eyes, every cell of his body responding to how good this felt.

“You are… very… tight.”

He had never felt anything like it.

She murmured her assent as she spread her legs a little wider and raised them to wrap around his waist. The move pushed him a little deeper. Sweat beaded on his brow when she groaned.

“Very, very... petite. Like death by strangling kind of petite, andgodwhat a way to go,” he panted. He would go slow. Hecouldgo slow. He could do this.

“I’m technically still a virgin. I don’t think being with BOB counts,” she said, running her fingers through the hair on his chest.

“Who-who is Bob?”

Damn it. She feels so good!

“My battery-operated boyfriend. I ordered him online from this adult store.”

“Oh.”

He stared down at her sweet face. She looked well-loved while he felt like he was about to spontaneously combust. His mind was slowly piecing together what she had said. When it hit him, a shudder ran through his length.

“Sweet hell,” he groaned, pushing forward until he was completely sheathed.

He wanted to give her—and himself—time to adjust, but Junebug was having none of that. She was rocking her hips in a way that was causing a delicious friction that sent millions of tiny lightning bolts through every nerve-ending in his body.

The pressure built until he had no choice but to give in to it. Sliding his arms up under her, he held her tight, dug his toes into the bed, and began pumping his hips in a strong, primitive rhythm that blocked out all thought. He closed his eyes and focused on the feelings cascading through his body and the sounds she was making. Heat and pressure built until not even the mightiest pressure cooker could have kept it contained.

He came deep inside her, relishing in the relief and pleasure as he emptied his seed. Shudder after shudder wracked his body as he came. His senses, heightened to a sensitivity he hadn’t known was possible, narrowed and concentrated until his world was her, every squeeze of her vagina along his cock, every brush of her hard nipples against his chest. Her fingers were tangled in his hair and she was breathing as heavily as he was.

He collapsed on top of her, barely managing to keep most of his weight on his elbows and knees so as not to crush her. Sweat dripped down between them.

His arms tightened around her when she moved. He was still too aroused to pull out. He needed a few moments.

“Wait. I… I want to hold you… like this,” he mumbled, his forehead resting on the pillow next to her head.

“I’d like that,” she murmured, stroking the back of his head and shoulder.

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Jameel held Junebug tightly in his arms. She snuggled against him under the soft comforter he had pulled over them to ward off the chill. He absently stroked the pale skin along her hip.

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