gasped and moved against him, inflaming him to the same level.
“I brought a blanket,” she gasped and stepped out of his arms to quickly spread the wool blanket out over the wet grass.
As soon as the blanket was laid out, Rashid pulled her back into his arms, then swung her up, dropping to his knees and laying her down onto the center of the blanket. As he looked down at her, he pulled her sweater over head, looking down at her breasts encased in the light blue , lace bra. “You’re gorgeous,” he groaned and dipped his head to nuzzle her breast through the material.
Sidra sighed happily and her fingers found their way into his hair, her body moving underneath his impatiently. She couldn’t wait to experience the bliss she’d found yesterday but when his warm mouth closed over her nipple, she realized that she had so much more to experience.
He slowly worked his way from one breast to the other and Sidra moaned or gasped with each touch, nip or bite until she was impatient with his teasing. She reached behind her, wanting more and unclasped her bra for him, tossing the material off to the side of her. With impatient hands, she brought his head back to her breast, even arching upwards to meet his mouth. Rashid didn’t disappoint. His mouth was just as ravenous and captured her nipple, teasing the hard peak with his mouth and teeth.
Sidra pulled his shirt out of the waistband of his riding pants, her fingers needing to touch his skin, to feel him the way he was able to feel her. When he ripped it off and tossed it over her bra, she felt as if her world might explode. The skin against skin contact was electrifying and she pressed against him, her hips rising to rub against his erection just as it had yesterday. She felt herself starting to climb that cliff again but Rashid shook his head when he realized what she was doing. “Not today,” he growled.
“Why?” she demanded with a gasp of frustration because he’d moved out of her reach.
“Because this time I’m going to be inside you when you climax,” he said, his eyes boring into hers so that she understood. “And you’re going to come in my arms and I’m going to follow you and it’s going to be incredible!”
“Yes,” she gasped and her fingers ran over his chest, stopping at his nipples and hearing the sharp intake of his breath so she did it again.
“ Y ou have to stop that,” he laughed painfully.
“Why?”
“Because you found some relief yesterday but I’m still working off of yesterday morning’s throbbing .”
“Oh,” she said and blushed but her fingers still wanted to touch him, still moving underneath him since she could no longer touch him with her hands.
His head bent low and he laughed at her movements and shook his head, trying to maintain control. “Sidra, you have to stop.”
“Can’t!” she gasped when he bent low and nipped at her stomach.
In response, he heeled off his riding boots.
Sidra looked up at him and, seeing his erection through is pants, became nervous about what she was venturing into. When she only felt it, she wasn’t nervous but seeing the size of him, she was suddenly terrified.
Rashid saw the expression change in her eyes and almost groaned. “Don’t worry, Sidra,” he said with heat. “We’ll fit,” he assured her softly.
She took a deep breath and nodded her head. She trusted this man, had almost from the beginning. Something told her she shouldn’t be nervous but her mind wasn’t working well right now so her body was in charge.
Rashid couldn’t do anything about his size but he could reassure her as they went along. As he stood there he saw her swallow and he almost laughed at the fear that was taking over. But he was in too much pain, too desperate to find her heat and bury himself inside of her to laugh at this point.
He lowered himself back down, taking her gently into his arms. “Do you trust me?” he
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