“We’re the last ones here,” I said.
“I hadn’t noticed,” Nadir said. “I’ve been enjoying you.” He reached for my hand across the table. My fingers curved around his.
“Tonight was a wonderful night,” I said. “Thank you. But I think we should leave so the staff can go home.”
We held hands as we strolled to my car.
“Have breakfast with me tomorrow?” Nadir asked.
I felt disappointed that Nadir did not want to see me later that night, but I hid it well. “Sure, what time?”
“We can decide after we wake in your bed,” he said against my ear. “Am I presuming too much?”
“No,” I said. “I want this . . . with you.”
Nadir cupped my face. Our kiss was too sexy for a public place. Still, I didn’t resist when Nadir coaxed me into another steamy kiss. After several seconds, I ended the kiss and leaned against him.
The chauffeur opened the car door for us. Nadir helped me into the car and got in beside me. We held hands throughout the trip, but we did not speak. I kept my gaze focused on the lush scenery that passed my window. This was really about to happen. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears like booming bass in an Escalade.
As soon as we reached my hotel, we went straight to my room. I closed the door behind us. Nadir pressed me against the door with a firm hand on my stomach. He dragged the zipper down the side of my dress. I let my dress slip to the floor. My bra soon followed. I felt his tenderness and experience as he explored my sensitive breasts with his hands and his lips. Lower he went, until I drew in a deep breath as his lips moved across my stomach. I closed my eyes as Nadir slowly drew my panties down my legs, and then tossed them on the floor. When he made no move to touch me, I opened my eyes. He smiled at me, before kneeling in front of me. As I leaned against the wall, he lifted one of my legs over his shoulder.
Nadir kissed my left hip before turning his attention to the valley between my thighs. He breathed in my moist inner perfume. He tasted me. His tongue felt cool and soothing inside. At first I could not watch as he pleased me. Then I found that I could not look away; my body tightened with a delicious ache deep inside before a thumping release seized me. I couldn’t move, but then I did not have to. Nadir lowered me to the Turkish rug. He lay beside me. He kissed me in a soothing way as my body still shook from my release.
“This next part will hurt you,” Nadir said. “At least in the beginning.”
“I know the mechanics of sex,” I said. “I need you to teach me the pleasure.”
He nodded, and then he took off his jacket and shirt. I gasped as I saw the tattoo on his shoulder, just like the man in my dreams. I traced the outline of the tattoo. He kissed my fingers.
“What do these symbols mean?” I asked.
His smile held a secret. “I will tell you in the morning, but you won’t believe me.”
We watched each other as he slowly stepped out of the rest of his clothes. His muscles were in peak condition, from his six-pack stomach, to his tight butt, down to his hard thighs and legs.
“Are you real?” I asked.
“Touch me,” he said.
I traced the V-pattern of muscles, starting from his waist, down to where the muscles encased his flat stomach. I always found that part of a man’s body so sexy. His body moved over mine. He touched me everywhere. Then he kissed all the places he’d touched. The hard press of his body felt foreign. His intense male scent overwhelmed my senses. My hands and lips explored Nadir’s body with a boldness that surprised me. I needed to be a part of him. I felt two of his fingers slipping inside my vagina. I smelled my essence on his fingers when he withdrew them.
“Your body is ready for me,” he said in satisfaction.
“Yes, come here,” I said.
I handed Nadir a condom from the nightstand. I watched in fascination as he slipped the condom on.
Nadir leaned over me. My legs widened to welcome him. A tender look entered his eyes as he joined our bodies. I felt the hot sting of his entry into my body while I tasted the saltiness of the skin on his neck. My legs draped around his hard thighs as he rocked me with his strong body. He dominated me from the skin in. I relished giving up control for once.
I loved seeing the sharpness of his desire as it moved from his mouth, to his cheekbones, to the intensity blazing through his eyes. I gripped him under his arms. My legs gripped his waist. I bit him when another orgasm burst over my body.
• • •
I did not know how much time had passed when I woke up alone in bed. I sat up, then I saw Nadir sitting naked in a wingback chair, watching me. His smile held a bit of cockiness; he had earned that right. After the way he’d pleasured my body, I would never be the same.
“Come to me,” he said.
I stood beside the bed. My muscles felt warm and loose, like after a deep-tissue massage. When I reached Nadir, he guided me to sit across his lap. I leaned against his chest. He kissed the top of my head.