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ELIZABETH
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MY EYES FLUTTERED OPEN. I was lying on my side hugging a pillow, alone in a huge, ultramodern bed with cocoa colored bed linen. No sound came from the shower.
Khalid must’ve gone for his usual morning walk.
I didn’t let his absence spoil the feeling of pure happiness I felt in the very core of my being. I welcomed this moment of privacy to grasp the magnitude of what had happened last night.
“Cariad.” I whispered the word he’d said to me. I closed my eyes, inhaled his scent lingering on my skin, on the bedding, in the air. I didn’t understand this word, but I sensed its meaning, and it made my chest tighten and my eyes misty.
And he called me sweeting. A word that I’d come across in old books, but never heard anyone using it. There was so much affection and tenderness in it.
The last night unfolded behind my closed eyes in every detail.
Yesterday, Khalid had been resolute to tell me who he was.
I had wanted to make love to him first.
Whatever Khalid’s secret was, it was irrelevant now. There was no evil in this man and he would never hurt me; I knew that. It was all that mattered. I had yet to discover who he was, but now it could wait until my brain was ready to accept what my heart had already done.
Nothing could change how I felt about him. Not after the most wonderful night of my life.
I liked sex and never felt shy about it, but the way my body responded to Khalid’s was a new and incomparable experience.
That wonderful sensation of warmth spreading through my body every time we touched had only intensified with our lovemaking. It seemed that not only our bodies had become one but our spirits as well.
Did he feel the same vibes when he touched me? I wish I knew.
Khalid was a big, tall man. I’d suspected his intimate parts would be proportional, and they were. His penis was beautiful: long, thick and robust, his balls big and heavy. He was impressive, oh, yes, but not enormous. In any case, it wasn’t the size of his penis that had caught my attention, big and great as it was: women’s vaginal muscles were flexible, and a man could hardly be too big, even for small creatures like me. It was the sheer solidness of him, the filling of his length, and width and hardness inside me. The sense of fullness, the perfection of how we fit, like a sword and sheath, a keyhole and key.
And then ... I couldn’t explain how it was possible, but I knew he’d continued growing inside me. I could feel it. He’d thickened even more, expanded, especially the head of his penis, finding erogenous zones known and unknown to me.
My last night’s climaxes had been incomparable to anything I’d experienced before. Ignited deep inside my core, they had erupted like a volcano of pleasure. They had left me completely satisfied and at the same time hungry for more.
It’d been so good that it seemed out of this world.
“So, Elizabeth,” I murmured to myself, “you managed to get yourself laid either by a) an extraterrestrial, b) a time traveler, c) a mythological demi-god or d) all of the above.”
My silly solutions were still more probable than the impossible truth that was taking shape in my head. My otherwise formidable brain still had a hard time grasping it, however, so it’d be best to ignore it for the time being.
Nothing would jeopardize my happiness today.
I got out of bed and reached for my robe draped over the footboard. The sight of the condom box on the nightstand triggered a tickly yank in my womb.
I looked around to familiarize myself with Khalid’s luxurious, masculine room. Its color scheme and design had been the last thing on my mind last night, but now I realized how much it reflected Khalid’s personality. It was decorated in warm earthy tones: maple syrup walls, dark furniture, brown bed sheets. Big windows allowed for plenty of light. A strong fire burned in the hearth, making the room a welcoming and secluded place.
I went to the attached bathroom. It was big and extravagant, in a beige, ochre and black color scheme. Next to a wide multi-paneled window, on the two-step platform that once had been a window seat, stood an enormous built-in bathtub. On the left side, there was a fireplace, with a fire burning, an uncommon bathroom feature. On the right wall, there was a semicircular shower stall. Marble wall and floor tiles, expensive brass faucet with ceramic handles and dark cabinets completed the classy interior.
I checked several cabinets and drawers until I found a stack of fluffy towels and a bar of soap and an unopened toothbrush.
I brushed my teeth first and then entered the shower stall.
On the shower niche, I found Khalid’s shampoo and conditioner—some expensive Italian stuff.
I turned the water on, adjusted the temperature and closed my eyes in the pleasure of the gentle, warm spray on my body.
I heard him enter the room.
“Elizabeth?”
“I’m here,” I said, a thrill of anticipation running through me.
“Elizabeth, are you in the bathroom?”
I turned the water off and opened the shower door so that he could hear me. “I’m in the shower!”
There was a knock on the door, and he came in. “Ah, there you are,” he said, smiling, and started undressing. “Mind if I join you?”
My stomach fluttered. “Not at all.”
He stepped in, pulled me into his arms and closed his mouth over mine in a long, sweet kiss, his erection pressing between my thighs.
“I’m sorry I had to leave you,” he said softly. “I went for a walk.”
“Hmm. I thought you might not be a ‘morning-after’ type.” I said, nestling in his arms.
“I am very much a ‘morning-after’ type, Miss Chatwin.” He sniffed my hair. “You smell of my shampoo. I like it.” He reached for the soap bar and lathered his hands. “Turn around.”
His hands soaped my shoulders, my arms, my back, slowly traveled down my butt and thighs, and then made the trip back. He gently tugged me under the shower and rinsed my back. Rubbing more soap on his hands, he started from my waist this time and moved upward.
His soapy hands stroked over the outer slope of my breasts. I let out a tiny squeak of pleasure.
“You like when I’m touching your breasts, Elizabeth?”
“Mmmm. Yes.”
“Thought so. I somewhat neglected them last night.”
“You did?” I wasn’t under that impression, but why would I argue?
“I’m afraid so. You have magnificent breasts. Big. Firm. Round.” His thumbs moved in slow, circular motions over the nipples. He kissed my shoulder. “This is unbelievable, you know. They actually shoot upward. Your boobs defy Newton’s law of gravity, Miss Chatwin.”
“This is the nicest compliment they ever got,” I said, smiling. I closed my eyes and pressed my head on his shoulder.
He turned me to face him and cupped my head, lowering his head to mine. I opened my mouth and took him in.
I lifted my hands and buried them in his hair, pressing my body against his. His erection nagged against my abdomen, and I lifted myself on my toes to angle myself to him.
“Not yet, cariad. No need to rush.”
His head dipped to my breasts. I let out a deep moan when Khalid’s lips closed over my nipple and sucked it with the skill of a man who perfectly knew a female body. His fingers played with the other pebbled peak, rolling, squeezing and rubbing it.
“Can we do it quickly just one more time?” I murmured. The pressure was building fast inside my womb.
“Are you wet for me?”
“I am.”
“Let me see.” A hand moved down, brushing over my swollen flesh and parting it. He gently inserted one finger inside me, probing.
“Indeed,” he murmured on my mouth, pushing his tongue in. His finger retreated, but the next moment he was back with two, slowly moving them in and out.
Oh, this was hot! The shower was still spraying warm water over us and the stall was filled with vapor and our moans. My back was pressed against the wall, Khalid’s fingers deep inside me, pushing and retreating, in a slow, steady rhythm, his mouth sealed over mine. I moved my hips to take him even deeper. “I need more ... Oh, please,” I whispered. “I need you.”
Without pulling his fingers out, he knelt in front of me. “Easy, honey,” he whispered, his voice deep and smoky. “You’ll get more. We have all the time.”
Oh. He is going ... to do ... it.” A thought went through my hazed brain in a sort of slow motion.
And then his tongue licked over my flesh, found my clitoris, hard and swollen, and touched it.
Just a touch, a flicker.
I came so strong that my vision blurred, and my legs gave out.
Before I lost my balance, Khalid’s hands grabbed my butt and, lifting me effortlessly as if I were weightless, sat me on his hips. “Put your arms around my neck and wrap your legs around me. “You okay now?”
“I’m fine. Give me a moment to remember how to breathe and we can finish showering.”
“We’re done here, honey, for now,” Khalid said as he carried me to the bedroom. “It was too damn hot inside, you almost fainted. What was I thinking?”
I rested my head on his shoulder and kissed it. My legs were dangling on each side of him since I didn’t have enough strength in them to lock them around him. “I almost fainted because I came too hard,” I murmured, tired and spent.
“Not to mention you haven’t eaten anything since yesterday afternoon.” He lowered me onto the bed and tucked the covers around me. “You should put some food in your belly.”
I wasn’t ready to face the rest of the household. Not yet. “Later. I’m not hungry.”
He leaned forward and brushed his lips against mine. “You’ll have to leave this room sooner or later. We’ll need more condoms.”
“We still have three.”
“And how long do you think they’re going to last? Unless you have more with you.”
“I don’t.”
“If I knew what you were up to, I’d be better prepared.” He gave me a boyish smile. “I’m grateful you had them with you, though.”
“I’m a sexually responsible adult, but I normally don’t carry a box of condoms with me,” I said. “Rick tossed me this box before I left for Rosenthal. For good luck. He said I should be proactive.”
He trailed the back of his fingers along my jawline. “He was right. Two years is a long time to be alone, especially for someone so beautiful and full of life.”
“I was busy working and traveling,” I said. “Nobody came under my radar, that’s all. And then, before I could think twice, I added, “I had an ugly experience about a year and a half ago.”
Khalid took my hand and kissed my palm. “Wanna tell me about it?” he asked softly.
I’d regretted giving in to my impulse, but now there was no way back. I took a deep breath and told him about Dennis Simmons, skipping the most gruesome parts. “He wasn’t my boyfriend or lover, you know,” I said. “I misjudged him at first, but I soon figured out who he was. Well, not soon enough, obviously.”
“Even if he was your boyfriend, Elizabeth, it wasn’t your fault.”
“I know. I try not to think about him, but sometimes I’m scared he’ll come after me once he’s out. I fought him and defeated him. In his mind, I humiliated him. He might want his revenge.”
Khalid’s hands closed around my waist, and, with no more effort than I would need to lift Jacob Wakefield, drew me up onto his lap.
“Elizabeth,” he said in a thick voice, “honey, don’t be afraid of him anymore. I won’t let him touch you. Nobody touches what’s mine.”
My arms closed around his neck, and my mouth found his.
Soul meets soul on lover’s lips. Someone else’s words flashed through my mind because my own had abandoned me. I closed my eyes letting my emotions, my instincts and my senses take over.
We rolled on the bed, Khalid on top of me, his lips caressing my breasts, my stomach, my legs. I heard him tearing a wrapping open and smelled the rubbery scent of the condom. I felt him, impossibly big and hard, pressing against my abdomen. I shifted, splaying my legs to take him inside me. He positioned himself on the opening and pushed in, unhurriedly and gently. It burned a bit; my flesh was still tender from our night of lovemaking.
I probably winced because he stilled, halfway through.
“You’re sore, Elizabeth. Your flesh is bruised,” he said and tried to pull back, but I squeezed him with all my might.
“No! It’s nothing.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not hurting me!”
A moment of his hesitation was enough for me to lift my hips and with a guttural moan of primal satisfaction, impale myself on him to the hilt. “See, it doesn’t hurt at all,” I said.
“Okay, honey, okay ... I’m here. Take it easy,” he murmured in my ear. “Let me turn you on your side. That way I can better control my movements. It will hurt you less.”
“Nothing is hurting me. I’m not that fragile. Just don’t stop!”
In the blink of an eye, I was laying on my side, Khalid’s strong body behind mine and his cock buried deep inside me. He was right; the angle was different, and the burning sensation was gone. His one hand cupped my breast, the other one held my hips in place. Kissing my neck and my shoulder, he started moving.
And here I was again, on the verge of a climax after only several strokes. Was I too fast? I wondered, dizzy from the pleasure that was sweeping over me, unstoppable like a tide. I had to push it back, I said to myself. Push it back. I wanted it to last longer.
I could control it. I could.
I was saying it aloud, however, because Khalid’s hoarse voice whispered in my ear, “Let go, honey. Don’t suppress it. Just let go.”
I will wait for you ... I can ...
I heard my own moans and Khalid’s hot breath on my neck and his words, “You’re so beautiful when you come. Let me see you.”
I can control it, I was still telling myself even as the pleasure exploded inside me, shattering me into countless pieces of light.
Inside me Khalid stilled and the next moment I felt his long, hard release.
And I lost a piece of time.