The Sheik's Baby Surprise (10 page)

“Your nipples,” he replied, then lifted her into his arms so that her breast was at the same level as his mouth and he captured the peak, taking it into his mouth, laving the sensitive skin and nipping it ever so slightly. 

Jina hadn’t ever felt sensations this intense before.  Even when he’d been kissing her, his hands moving over her body over the past few weeks, she’d never felt this out of control. 

“Malik!” she whimpered. 

Slowly, he lowered her again but wouldn’t give her up completely.  Instead, he carried her through one of the doors to his bedroom, setting her down on the bed.  She looked perfect there, he thought as he ripped his shirt off, then stripped off his pants. 

“You’re all mine tonight, Jina,” he growled as he came back over her, pressing one of his knees between both of hers. 

Jina’s hands were still trembling, but she love the way he looked, all muscle and dark hair.  “And you’re mine,” she whispered back.  At least for tonight, she thought silently. 

His mouth moved down her shoulder again, capturing her other nipple through the lace of her bra.  When she was crying out and arching into his mouth, only then would he pull the material back with his teeth and lavish more attention on the nipple. 

One finger smoothed down her stomach and he almost laughed at her indrawn breath.  But he was in too much pain and loving every moment of this time with her.  He wanted to take things slowly, but he wanted to ravish her as well, pound into her tight, hot flesh and make her his completely. 

When his fingers slid inside of her, he had to close his eyes as he discovered how wet and incredibly tight she was.  It wasn’t enough though.  He wanted it all.  Moving lower, his lips kissed a path from her breast to her stomach, exploring there for several moments until he moved even further south.  When he smelled her essence, he breathed her in, enjoying the amazing scent of her. 

His fingers moved inside of her and he watched in fascination as she arched into his hand, moving her hips to get his hand in the place she wanted him to be.  Malik tried to resist, wanting to watch her explode around his fingers.  But she just smelled too good and he couldn’t resist taking a taste.  And then one small taste wasn’t enough.  His tongue moved against her sensitive flesh, making her squirm and scream at intervals even while his fingers continued to weave their magic. 

And then it happened.  Malik focused on that bud of nerves and felt her body climax around him, her body tightening around his fingers and her own hands diving into his hair while her hips tried to move away from his mouth. 

Slowly, ever so slowly, he relaxed and allowed her to come down from that climax.  He reached for protection as he loomed over her, his body aching as she shifted on the bed. 

Malik couldn’t hold back.  Not any longer.  Too much time he’d spent thinking about this moment and, now that it had arrived, it was much more incredible than he’d ever imagined. 

Kissing his way back up her body, he moved so that his erection was poised at her opening.  “Open your eyes, Jina,” he told her softly. 

When her pretty blue eyes were smiling up at him and her soft, pale hands were once again wrapped around his neck, he pressed into her, watching her eyes widen as he started to fill her up.  Deeper and deeper he went, each thrust pressing more completely into her.  He felt her barrier at the same time that he felt her legs wrap around his waist.  In one swift move, he broke through and stilled, watching her beautiful features for any sign that he’d hurt her.  But all he saw was the wonder in her eyes. 

“So that’s what it feels like,” she whispered, amazed as she rubbed her legs against his hips and sides.  “I think I like it,” she told him. 

Malik would have laughed if he weren’t in physical pain from holding still.  “Ah my love, this is only the beginning,” he told her.

Jina had heard conversations around the employee locker rooms.  Intercourse wasn’t all that spectacular for most of the women who talked so she wasn’t expecting anything more.  In fact, she was bracing herself for a long wait while Malik came to the same beautiful pinnacle that he’d brought her to only moments ago.

But the first time he shifted inside of her, she knew that those women had been wrong!  Oh goodness, had they been wrong! 

Glancing up at Malik, she gripped his shoulders, worried now.  “Malik?” she gasped when he pressed into her again, causing a spiral of sensations to whip through her body.  Just like moments before, she could feel that building.  With each thrust, that feeling intensified, made her both cringe and pull for it, wanting something, needing that crazy feeling again. 

“I’m here, love,” he promised and moved faster, shifting his hips and saw the way her eyes widened again.  Then she arched into him, her head thrown back and she screamed out.  Malik felt her nails against his skin while he watched.  He was so close himself, but he wouldn’t release his control until she’d climaxed again.  Over and over he pounded into her tight sheath, one hand moving down, helping her out by pressing his thumb against that point where all sensation originated. 

A moment later, she splintered apart, her body grabbing onto his and he pounded into her, finding his own release and holding her close, trying very hard to protect her even as the most incredible orgasm of his life took over his body. 

A long time later, he lifted his head and looked down at Jina, worried that he was crushing her with his weight.  Rolling over, he pulled her so that she was now on top of him.  He wasn’t willing to give up being as close as possible with her just yet. 

“Are you okay?” he asked, pushing her hair out of her eyes. 

Jina thought about that for a long moment.  Was she okay?  Her body had just gone through the most incredible experience of her life. 

“I don’t think that ‘okay’ describes what I’m feeling right now,” she told him honestly, propping her chin on top of her stacked hands on his chest. 

Malik’s hands smoothed down her back, coming to a stop on her bottom.  “How would you describe yourself at this moment?” he asked. 

Jina looked up at the headboard, considering all the adjectives she could give him.  “Hungry,” she finally teased.  “I can’t believe we skipped dinner for….”

She yelped when he flung her over, right back on her back and loomed above her.  “Would you care to try again?” he asked, his hand moving threateningly higher on her ribs.

Jina laughed, trying to wiggle away but he was much stronger than she was.  And he was much better at tickling!

“Okay!  Okay!” she begged, grabbing onto his hands and pulling his fingers away from her waist which was painfully ticklish.  “I feel amazing,” she finally said, her hands coming up to touch his cheek.  “Thank you, Malik.  That was wonderful.  More than I could have imagined.”

“Better,” he told her as he bent to kiss her gently. 

He stood up and walked into the bathroom, coming back out a moment later and picking up the phone.  “But your every need must be satisfied,” he told her.

Jina pulled the sheet over her nakedness, unable to just lie on the bed while his eyes moved over her.  He had no qualms about being naked, she realized as he spoke to someone on the phone.  He hung up the phone and turned back to look down at her. 

“Where were we?” he asked, his eyes noticing that she was covering herself.  “Seriously?” he teased and pulled the sheet lower.  “Not happening, Jina,” he told her and his mouth latched onto her nipple again.  “Sheets only get in the way.”

Jina closed her eyes as sensations swamped her all over again.  “I thought dinner was on the way,” she said, then gasped when his teeth nipped at her. 

“It is.”

“Shouldn’t we…” she couldn’t finish that question because he lifted her knee, sliding himself between her legs once again. 

“Yes,” he replied and moved closer.  “We definitely should.”

Jina would have laughed but…well, she couldn’t do anything other than follow this man’s lead.  Again!

“I think I’m going to keep you,” he said as he rolled over, pulling her legs so that she was straddling his hips. 

“Right,” she replied, balancing by placing both of her hands on his chest. Her fingers were restless though.  They wanted to explore. 

“I’m serious,” Malik challenged.  “You’re mine, Jina.  And I’m going to keep you.”

Jina laughed even as she bent her head lower, kissing the middle of his chest. 

“You think I’m kidding,” he said while his hands moved her own hips lower on his.  He grabbed another foil package and handed it to her.  “Do the honors while I tell you how things are going to be.”

Jina didn’t care what he wanted to explain to her.  She took the package and tore it open, then stared at the condom, trying to figure out how to get it on correctly.  “I guess…” she started to say and slid the top of his erection on the ring.  “Like this?” she asked, grabbing onto the shaft.  “And do I…?” she pressed the material down, rolling it lower and lower.  “I think I like this,” she told him as she shifted against him.  “A lot!”

Malik released a bark of laughter but he was too intent on his mission.  “Right.  It looks perfect to me,” he told her but he didn’t really care.  He was too turned on by her soft hands against his erection.  He had to be inside of her.  Now!

“Come, my beauty,” he said and lifted her up, impaling her on his erection and slowly lowering her down.  He watched her face, being careful not to move too quickly.  This was only her second time and he didn’t want to hurt her again. 

“Are you okay?” he asked.

Jina closed her eyes and shook her head.  “Definitely not okay now,” and she lifted her hips up, experimenting with various movements, trying to see which way felt the best.  But with Malik, there really wasn’t any wrong way to do this. Every way she moved, she felt full and incredible!  This man, this moment…it was better than her dreams. 

Malik couldn’t believe how incredibly erotic his woman looked as she moved against his body.  She was every man’s fantasy come true.  She was his fantasy in real life! 

He reached up and cupped her breasts, tweaking her nipples as he watched her.  And when he couldn’t take the slow pace any longer, his hands moved lower, taking over the pace, listening to her sexy noises to determine how close she was. 

Moving his hand lower, he helped her find that point and, when she shuddered over to her climax, he couldn’t help but find his own because of the way she felt and the beauty of her body when she was in the throes of an orgasm.  It was beauty personified! 

Jina should be exhausted.  It was the middle of the night and her body was so tired, she wanted to sleep.  But being curled up next to Malik, her mind wouldn’t settle down. 

After eating a delicious meal in bed with lots of wine and laughter, then making love again, she’d tried to get him to take her home.

“No.  You’re staying here with me,” he told her and pushed their meal out of the bedroom door, then came back to bed with her.  Turning off the light, he wrapped his arms around her as he pulled the sheet over her body. 

Jina wiggled against him, trying to get closer.  She loved him.  It was a startling revelation, but she couldn’t deny what she was feeling any longer. 

In fact, she couldn’t believe how much she loved him!  It wasn’t the sex, although she also couldn’t believe how amazing it was with this man.  No, the feelings she was experiencing were more about how he treated her, the gentle way he touched her…when they weren’t in bed…the way he waited until she was ready and all of the sweet, kind ways that he showed her that he was a wonderful man.

Jina didn’t delude herself into thinking that he felt the same way.  Malik was a powerful, wealthy man and all of the gifts he’d sent, all of the trips and the ways he spoiled her…she suspected that someone else had arranged all of those surprises. 

She didn’t care.  She loved this man and she was going to be with him for as long as she could.

Yes, it was going to hurt when he left her and moved on to the next woman.  Possibly a lot!  A smarter woman wouldn’t have put herself into this position.  A smarter woman would have run in the opposite direction when Malik walked into the room.

Jina sighed, knowing that she wasn’t that smart woman. 

“If you keep wiggling like that, you’re not going to get any sleep,” his deep voice warned.

Jina jerked slightly and looked up at him.  He was wide awake!  One arm propped behind his head, all of those delicious muscles flexing.  She could see him clearly with the moonlight and the lights from the city since they hadn’t closed the drapes over the windows.  But there was no noise other than the sound of their breathing.

Lifting herself up, she turned slightly so that she could see him.  Unfortunately, that meant she wasn’t fully wrapped around him any longer and she felt cold without his heat.

“No.  That’s not going to work,” he told her and rolled over so that she was once more in his arms and their bodies touching as much as possible.  “What’s on your mind?” he asked even as his fingers moved along her body. 

Jina’s hand grabbed those tantalizing fingers.  “Nothing important,” she lied. 

Malik looked down into her eyes and knew that, whatever had been going on inside her beautiful mind, it had been very important.  As had his own thoughts.  “You’re going to have to marry me, you know,” he commented.  He’d been tossing that idea over in his mind for the past week.  Tonight had only solidified his decision that he had to marry this woman.  He couldn’t seem to think without her close by so his only solution was to bring her to Sarkit and love her like this every night, for the rest of their lives. 

Jina’s body froze with his words, but she forced her muscles to relax.  He was only teasing her, she told herself.  It wasn’t truly a marriage proposal.  “That would be nice,” she told him, lifting her hands so that her fingers could dive into his hair.  It was so thick and felt silky against her fingers.  She loved his hair!  Goodness, she loved everything about this man.  She’d even gotten used to his arrogance.  That thought made her laugh.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, bending down and capturing her nipple in his mouth. 

Jina gasped at the unexpected pleasure.  It was so intense, she couldn’t seem to answer him. 

Malik lifted his head but his thumbs and fingers took over.  “Tell me what you were thinking about, Jina,” he commanded.

Jina shook her head, her hands coming out of his hair to slap his hands still.  “I can’t think with you doing things like that to me,” she told him.

Malik laughed softly.  “Good.  That was my intention.  I want to know the truth.  You kept tensing up on me and I want to know what was going through your mind that caused you to worry.”

She shook her head.  “My thoughts weren’t important.”  There was no way she was going to tell him that she’d fallen in love with him.  He’d be running as far away from her as he could get, as fast as he could. 

“Then tell me what was on your mind.”  His mouth moved lower, nibbling at her stomach.  And then lower.

Jina had gone through this enough over the past few hours.  She knew where he was heading and her body wanted his touch there!  Badly!  She was holding her breath, waiting for him to move lower and when he did, she sighed with relief. 

“I’m still waiting, Jina,” he said as he blew into her curls that hid her femininity. 

She shifted her head back and forth on the bed, refusing to give in to him.  She knew that saying those words would cause this affair to end and she wasn’t ready!  Not yet! 

He slipped one finger inside of her, making her gasp out.  “Tell me, Jina.” 

“You can’t make me say it, Malik!” she screamed and tried to move away from his tormenting fingers. 

Malik only laughed and Jina knew that she was in trouble.  “Ah, you think not?  Let’s just test out your theory, shall we?” and his mouth moved over her heat, his tongue flicking over that nub of nerves and Jina screamed out as his fingers and mouth worked their magic on her body. 

Unfortunately, after hours of making love with each other, Malik knew her body too well.  Right before she was about to burst into flames with yet another mind-blowing climax, he stopped and she almost screamed out her frustration. 

“Tell me what you were thinking, Jina,” he said and moved his fingers ever so slightly, blew once again on her overly sensitized flesh. 

“You’re cheating!” she whimpered and once again tried to move away from his touch. 

“Cheating is such a harsh word,” he said as he kissed that sensitive spot over her hip.  “Let’s just say that I’m adept at getting what I want.”  He kissed her inner thigh and moved his fingers more. 

Jina couldn’t take it any longer.  His fingers and his mouth were too talented and this man knew her body too well.  “I love you!  I was just thinking about how much I loved you!  I love you!” And she arched on the bed, begging him to finish what he’d started.

Malik was more than willing to comply with her silent demands and lowered his mouth once more, his fingers and tongue bringing her over to a screaming climax.  Before she had a chance to come down off of that, he’d already sheathed himself in protection and pressed into her tight sheath. 

“See?  That wasn’t so bad,” he gritted out between his teeth.  “And that only reinforces my decision that we will be married.”  He moved in and out of her body, moving to give her maximum pleasure.  “Very soon!” 

Jina wasn’t sure what was going on outside of this room.  All she knew was that Malik was inside of her and her whole body was splintering apart once again.  She’d barely come down off of the previous climax and another was almost upon her.  It was like one wave of intense pleasure after another and she could only hang on to Malik’s shoulders and trust that he would take care of her through the storm. 

And after Malik roared out his own release, he pulled her gently into his arms, cradling her as they both finally fell asleep.