The Shiekh's Virgin Mistress by Jessica Brooke Read Free Book Online

in my body I’d never imagined.  “Omar, you’re a god.” I muttered.
    His hearty chuckle was filled with agreement and that made me giggle.  “I’ve been told so my entire life.” He finally sat me down on the edge of the bed and he backed up.  He began unbuttoning his vest and then his shirt.  His golden mocha skin gleamed out from where he’d left it to hang open.  My mouth watered.  He kicked off his shoes and then dropped his pants to puddle around his feet.  He had on thigh length under armor, tight briefs in jet black, which only made his golden skin seem lighter. 
    He tore off his shirt and vest next and then he stood before me in all his splendor.  It was then that I became transfixed by his penis.  Again, it seemed even more pornographic as it strained behind the high tech performance fabric of his shorts.  I could even make out the tributary of veins as they raced to supply blood to what they adored.  Caressing him and protecting him and causing all of him lift that engorged crown and reach ever upwards. 
    My mouth watered.  I blinked at—It, him, that thing that I wanted to touch.  I couldn’t help myself.  I’d never touched a real one before, and I ached to know what it would feel like in my hand, inside my pussy, and yeah, in my mouth.  My pussy clenched and my clit throbbed.  I blinked.
    He let me look at him and I finally found words, although not enough air and my thready voice cut off until it was just a faint whisper.  “Omar, you are the most stunning man I’ve ever seen.”
    He smiled. He stepped out of his pants and indicated I lift one of my shod feet.  I obeyed.  He carefully unbuckled my shoe and removed it, and then did the same with my other.  “Your dress Anna, I wish to see you naked.”
    I paused, but obeyed.  I still had on the bra and the hose and under the hose, my cute lace panties, which by the way, were wreaked and felt as if I’d wet myself.  I knew I hadn’t, I knew this was just my body’s way of preparing itself for the god like king demanding entry to our city.  I nodded and he helped me by lifting it by the hem until it was suddenly off.  I shivered. 
    He went to his knees at the edge of the bed and for a moment I thought he was going to worship me.  He kind of did, but his eyes stayed on mine for moments longer and then he ran both his hands down my ribcage until he stopped at the swell of my hips.  He startled me as he simultaneously pulled me closer and his head went to my stomach.  He kissed me across the top of the panty hose, and his hands held me fast.  He was strong, but it wasn’t with force, it was more with hunger and urgency to keep me as close to him as possible.   His lips were warm and tender and my body started aching down deep in the pit of my belly.
    I knew what it felt like to have an orgasm; at least I did when I used our magic showerhead in the bathtub and aimed it just right. So I wasn’t totally naïve about my own body.  The thing is, what I’d felt before when I was masturbating and alone, wasn’t even close to what I already felt inside me, and that did frighten me. 
    Omar was now cupping both my breasts and lifting them the best he could through the hindrance of the bra.  He made a frustrated sound and then his eyes plead with mine before he verbalized, “Anna, allow me access to your most luscious flesh.”
    Still had on the hose, so what if I let him see them? I could still stop him if I so wished.  At least that was what I kept telling myself, but at this point I was pretty sure I was well on my way down the river of denial.  I reached behind me and unfastened the bra.  It popped open and I sighed.  It still hung seductively around my shoulders and continued to cover both tits. 
    He went in from under and used first a hand, and then all of a sudden it was his mouth and his face and he was there, suckling on my nipples.  One thumb was slowly rotating over my left nipple and his hot lips were