The Sheik's Secret Twins (9 page)

She pushed the jacket off his shoulders,
then
started working on the buttons of his shirt, but she couldn’t make them open fast enough.  In the end, he stood up and unbuttoned the top two buttons, then simply pulled the dress shirt over his head, tossing it behind him before coming back.  He took her hand and pressed her palm against his stomach and Siri didn’t need any other invitation.  Her fingers had always loved to touch him, to feel his heated skin underneath her fingertips.  He inhaled sharply when her fingers moved lower, running along the top edge of his slacks, slipping underneath before coming back out and working on his belt buckle. 

He grabbed both of her hands, pulling them out to the sides as he bent to take her nipple in his mouth, sucking hard before gentling, then circling the hard peak with his tongue. 

“Take it off,” she gasped, begging him with both the words and her body to move the bra out of the way.  She didn’t want anything between his tongue and her breast, needing all of him like she’d never needed anyone else. 

“With pleasure,” he said with a husky laugh and his hands quickly unlatched the snap and pulled off the red lace, tossing it behind him before bringing his head back down to suckle her again, pulling her nipple into his mouth until she cried out for relief. 

“Is this all you are going to do?” she asked, taunting him with words since he was still holding her hands out to the sides.  She couldn’t move and couldn’t make him go faster.  She was trapped and wanted him inside her so desperately she was writhing on the bed, her legs rubbing against his side in an attempt to push him over the edge so he would take her, make her whole like he’d done in the past. 

He looked down at her and she could see that he was working hard to restrain himself, to go slower for her.  She shook her head.  “Take your time later,” she begged, licking her lips in desperate need.

He watched her and tried for control, but when she arched against him, pressing
herself
against his erection and showing him that she was ready for him
, he didn’t want to hold back
.  “Please Malik, I’m already begging!”

He tried for a moment longer, but when she pressed against him again, he cursed under his breath and stood up, releasing her hands and stepping back so he could take off his slacks.  Siri didn’t hesitate either.  She sat up and slid her own slacks off, too far gone by this point for any sort of common sense to enter into the scene.  She needed him, he was here and he wanted her.  Those were the only things she understood. 

“I’m sorry,” he groaned when he came back to her, pressing her back against the mattress and pulling her legs back against his waist.  He reached down, his fingers seeking the soft folds and finding her more than ready for him. 

“I’ve missed you so much!” he said a moment before he pushed himself into her, pulling one of her legs over his shoulder so he could go deeper, press her harder. 

As he moved inside her, Siri reveled in how wonderful it felt, how whole and perfect he felt.  She hated the fact but she’d never wanted this from any other man.  And then he sped up and her thoughts flew out the window.  She desperately needed….she reached up and held on, knowing that he’d never let her down and arched into his thrusts.  Just when she didn’t think she could take anymore, he reached down, his fingers pressing against her and she splintered outward, every cell in her body exploding with pleasure so intense she wasn’t sure if she cried out or simply cried.  She just hung onto his strong body, her whole self becoming a part of him in those moments. 

It took a long time, but finally she was able to open her eyes and look around.  What she saw made her blush and wish she could pull back.  But Malik had never allowed her any shyness before and he hadn’t changed in the past four years. 

“Don’t do that,” he said softly, his head dipping down to nibble along her shoulder.

“Do what?” she asked, trying to pull out from underneath him but he wasn’t having any of that.  He simply shifted his weight to the side and pulled her next to him.  “You know exactly what,” he replied
and moved lower.  “I’ll be back,” he said and pulled himself away from her, moving
to the bathroom.  She heard the water running and tried to pull the blanket from the bottom of the bed over her, but he was too fast.  He was already striding back to the bed before she had a chance to even unfold the soft material. 

“I told you not to do that,” he said with a chuckle and whipped the fabric out of her reach.  “You mentioned something earlier about
going
slower,” he said as his head dipped down. 

Siri knew he was going to kiss her and she turned her face to the side to avoid that.  She had to stop him, they had to talk but when denied her mouth, he simply took whatever was available. 
At that moment, it happened to be her breast which was already sensitive from his previous lovemaking.  When he touched her, she almost sat up in the bed because the feeling was so intense. 

He chuckled and moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention.  “You’re not getting away from me, Siri.  I’m going to enjoy it this time.”

She tried to move out from underneath him, but at the same time, bringing his head down for more attention.  “Are you saying you didn’t enjoy the last go around?”

She wasn’t going to take this laying down, she thought.  Just as much as he’d learned about her body, she had been taught what he liked.  And she fought the intensity of his touch the only way she knew how; by giving as good as she got. 

Her fingers slid down his back, moving back up and then down the front of his chest.  He lifted himself a bit higher so she could have better access and Siri took advantage of that.  Her hands moved down his chest, switching from light, fluttery movements to a more firm touch that told him she meant business.  It was a random path her hands made, until she reached her goal.  As her fingers moved downward, she smiled as she grasped him and heard his sharp intake of breath.  He looked down and watched as her hands smoothed, explored.  When she pressed against him, even the lightest pressure and he was on his back and she smiled.  This was payback
time,
she thought as her mouth followed the same path her fingers had just traveled while her hands continued to caress his erection, reacquainting herself with his size and length.  She loved the satiny feel of him, the amazing texture and musky, male scent as she kissed and tasted his ridged stomach muscles. 

As she moved lower, she could feel his body tense in anticipation and she almost laughed, joyous at the power she had over him at this moment.  She continued to kiss him, her body moving against his legs and she felt his hands in her hair, his fingers massaging her scalp and his whole body went almost rigid with expectation when her mouth hovered over him, not moving, teasing him with her warm breath. 

When she finally took him in her mouth, she was thrilled with his groan of pleasure.  Her mouth covered him, taking as much of him as she could.  She moved against him, her tongue teasing as she pleasured him the best way she knew.  He only gave her a few moments of that before he sat up, picked her up and literally lifted her over him so she was flat on her back.  “Two can play at that game,” he growled before he nibbled his way down her body.  His large chest was in the way so she had no defense when
his hot mouth covered her core.  He wasn’t as tentative as she was either.  He knew what he was about and was relentless as he played her body like a violin, listening to her gasps and moans, feeling the tension in her muscles but not letting her have the release she needed.  Each time she came close, he’d bring her down, then ramp her up again until she was begging him once again. 

Siri couldn’t believe how well he could control her, how intense he could make her feel.  “Please,” she cried out, her fingers in his hair and her body arched against his mouth in a desperate attempt to find the release.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said before he flicked his tongue, his fingers moving against her and letting her climax while he watched with fascination. 

When she relaxed against the mattress once again, he lifted himself up, looking down at her and she glared back.  “You did that on purpose!” she sighed, trying to be angry, but not sure she had the energy to get to that emotion. 

“Yes. I did.  And I’m going to do it again,” he said with a low, powerful tone of voice. 

Siri shook her head, not sure she could handle another wave like the previous two.  “Malik, please, no…” she started to say then he slid into her warmth and she sighed with how good he felt, how stretched and full she felt now. 
And how ready she was, once again, to experience this man’s magic.
  As he moved inside her, she found that she was more than ready to take all of him, to ride the intense wave of pleasure.  Her body was so primed, so ready she could barely even think or breathe as he took her higher, faster, pounding into her and not giving in until she cried out with her climax.  He followed moments later, holding her close as he too experienced the same feelings. 

A long time later, he slid out of her and went to the bathroom once again to clean up.  As she watched him go, she felt both cherished and respected that he’d had the foresight to use protection.  In this case, she hadn’t been prepared and was sincerely grateful that he had been. 

Which raised the question of why he was so prepared, she thought as she rolled to her side, pulling the blanket over herself.   This time he allowed it and she marveled at how sexy he looked when he came out of the bathroom.  He leaned against the door frame, looking at her in the bed and she shivered, knowing that he was thinking about round three.  That man didn’t really slow down, she knew from experience.  Even when she thought her body was completely sated and there was no way he could get her going again, a touch or a look and she was once again primed and ready for him. 

“I need a drink of water,” Siri said, her voice hoarse and her body not able to move
easily
. 

“I’ll get you something,” he said and
pushed away from the wall
. 

But she stopped him with a touch to his bare shoulder.  “You don’t know where anything is,” she said and slipped out of the bed, pulling her robe over her before she stood up and bel
ted
it closed. 

“If you think that’s going to stop me when you come back, you need to re-evaluate your methods,” he said and
walked to stand in front of her, his hands resting on her slender hips, already moving up and down against the soft fabric of her robe. 

“
Malik, about what just happened…w
e can’t do this,” she said awkwardly
, wanting to step away from him but he just smelled so good
. 
She knew she was sending mixed messaged which wasn’t fair. 

He laughed softly and shook his head.  “Siri, we just did ‘this’.  And we’re going to do it again and again.”

“No,” she said and pushed her hair behind her ear.  “We can’t.  I need to…”

“I know what you said on the message.  That you needed to talk. But it seems as if we have trouble talking right now.  Why don’t you go get some water and we’ll
try to
talk
a bit later
.”

“No, we need to talk outside of the bedroom.
 
Now.
 
I mentioned on the message that I needed to tell you something important.
”

He chuckled and shook his head.  “Siri, right now, I’m honestly having trouble letting you leave just to get a glass of water.  Do you
truly
think that not having a bed in our vicinity is going to keep my hands off of you?
”  He paused and sighed, shaking his head as he said, “
You’re even more beautiful now than
you were four years ago.  Th
ere’s
something about you that’s more alluring, more…” he looked her up and down, his dark eyes taking in her larger breasts, her hips that were rounder, sexier.  “I don’t really know what it is, but I can’t get enough of you.” 

She stepped back and opened the bedroom door.  “I’ll be back,” she said, her mind frantically trying to figure out how to tell him about Jacob and Samuel, needing to give him the news but each time she tried, he changed the subject. 
“We really have to talk, Malik.  This was a mistake, you have to leave.”  She tried to be firm, but couldn’t look at him while she said the words. 

He was reaching for his slacks as he shook his head. 
“It wasn’t a mistake, Siri.  I can explain what happened four years ago.  Just go get your water and we’ll talk.” 

Siri sighed because he wasn’t moving
quickly
to get dressed
or meet her in another room
.  He should have looked ridiculous
standing
there in her bed
room
with all the flowers and
delicate items
, but the décor only showed off how truly masculine he was.  He was s
o confident in that masculinity
that the flowers didn’t even bother him.  She doubted he preferred the décor, but it didn’t make him cringe.  She’d give him points for that, she thought as she walked out of her bedroom.  She didn’t really need water, although she went into her
small
kitchen and reached for a
large
glass in the cabinet anyway.  She really just needed some space to
try and
figure out how to tell Malik about his sons, to find the
right
words
that would give him the news without creating any hurt or resentment
.