"Shiek" - читать интересную книгу автора (Connie Mason)

"Now the pleasure begins," he said when he felt her soften and her resistance ebb. "You're tight, Zara, so very tight, but that makes the pleasure all the sweeter. Move with me, open to me, come with me."

The delicious pressure of his sex inside her released a primitive instinct as she rotated her hips against his powerful body. Jamal responded to her tentative movements, thrusting and withdrawing, manipulating her body in delightful ways that took away all conscious thought.

He lowered his head and kissed her mouth again, tenderly, deeply, murmuring erotic words of encouragement. He moved within her and she welcomed his thrusting heat by wrapping her arms around the breadth of his back and pressing against him restively. Instinctively he pulled her more tightly against him and delved deeper into the honeyed sweetness of her, again and again, moving in and out with increasing vigor.

Waves of heat rippled across her skin and gathered in great pools of fire deep within her. She grasped his shoulders and clung to him as his thick manhood pressed deeper and his powerful muscles bunched and shifted beneath her fingertips. His buttocks flexed, surged, thrusting her higher and higher, into a world of white-hot splendor. Huge, consuming swells of pure sensation crested and grew, sweeping her upward into mindless bliss. She cried out his name as she shattered.

Jamal felt her ecstasy swell and burst within her, heard her cry out his name, and rejoiced in the knowledge that he had given her pleasure. Then his own culmination was upon him and he stiffened, spewing his seed into her. He shouted his pleasure, thrusting deeply until there was nothing left for him to give. For a moment he lost all sense of time and place as he spiraled downward from euphoria into the arms of perfect contentment.

It was true, Jamal thought as he drifted in a mist of serenity: no woman had ever made him feel the way he felt now. He was a hedonist who craved sensual pleasure and delighted in finding new and diverse ways to obtain it. Beautiful women, erotic play and sexual excitement were as necessary to him as eating and breathing, and he usually indulged his appetite to the fullest. He was considered a master at love play and had spent a considerable part of his adult life refining his skills.

His concubines and lovers had not been innocents and thus were able to please him in diverse ways. Yet Jamal thought it more than passing strange that a complete innocent had fulfilled him as he'd never been fulfilled before. He glanced down at Zara and realized she was watching him, her expression puzzled and a tiny bit frightened.

"Did you enjoy that?" Jamal asked. An arrogant half-smile curved his lips. He knew well and good that she had.

"What did you do to me? I've never lost control like that." Zara compared the feeling to that of being possessed. The sensation, while pleasurable in the extreme, was like losing her soul, and she wasn't ready to give that to any man.

"I wasn't expecting a virgin, Zara. You still have a lot to learn, but I will take great pleasure in teaching you the joys of erotic love play."

"May I go back to my room now?" Zara didn't think she could handle any more pleasure tonight.

Jamal chuckled and stroked her breast. "The night is young, sweet vixen. Together we will explore some of the fascinating positions available to lovers."

"You've exhausted me," Zara complained. She feared she'd not survive another passionate encounter with Jamal. The man was insatiable.

"We'll rest a moment," Jamal said. He turned and reached for a pitcher of warm water that had been placed within reach on a nightstand beside a stack of fine white linen cloth. He poured water into the bowl and wet one of the cloths. "Part your legs for me, Zara, so I can cleanse my seed from you with scented water."

Zara's legs shifted apart and he touched the cloth to her. The scent of jasmine floated up to her as he carefully removed all traces of blood and sperm. When she was clean and sweet- smelling, he wet another cloth and washed himself. When he turned back to her, he had a small vial in his hands.

Zara saw it and stiffened, wondering what he intended next.

"Relax, Zara, I won't hurt you. When I enter you again it will not hurt. This is merely fragrant oil," he said, showing her the vial. "I will massage it into your skin and it will relax you. Turn on your stomach."

She obeyed without comment, knowing that it would do her no good to protest. Then she felt the soothing heat of his hands as he spread the oil over her skin, lavishing it on her back, her shoulders, her buttocks, the backs of her legs. It felt so wonderful she almost fell asleep beneath his sensual massage. By the time he'd finished, having turned her over to spread oil on her breasts, belly and more intimate parts, Zara's blood was pounding through her veins and her love juices were flowing.

"You're ready for me again, sweet vixen," Jamal whispered into her ear. He lifted her atop him. "Take me inside you."

She opened her legs and straddled him, gasping as he slid effortlessly into her wet passage. She felt herself stretching but it did not hurt. He gripped her hard and bucked his hips, and then she was riding him shamelessly, unable to resist the promise of pleasure. Anger at Jamal for using his sexual prowess to turn her into an obedient slave honed her passion to a sharp edge, and when she reached that ultimate peak, passion and anger combined to create a burst of incredible sensation. She climaxed violently. Jamal shouted with the pure joy of it and tumbled into a whirlpool of incandescent bliss.

Zara was asleep before Jamal plucked her off him and laid her down beside him. Then something remarkable happened. As he watched her sleep, renewed desire clutched hotly at his groin. If he hadn't just taken Zara twice he would have understood it, but this was something totally new and utterly incomprehensible to him. He wanted to take Zara again and again, to fill her with his body, to make her desire him as fiercely as he desired her. But he knew she'd be sore if he took her again so he was content to lie beside her while he attempted to come to grips with what had just happened between them. No other woman had ever made him feel the things Zara did.





Jamal had already left when Zara awoke the next morning. She was surprised to find herself still in his bed. Golden sunshine streamed through the open door, and the room was redolent with incense. In the light of day the fragrance seemed heavy and cloying, whereas last night it had created an aura of sensuality. Allah help her. She hadn't realized how Jamal's lovemaking would affect her when she'd agreed to become his love slave. She'd be fortunate to escape with her soul intact. As for her heart, she didn't dare think about that.

Zara stretched, groaning when her muscles protested. She ached in all those intimate places Jamal had spent hours exploring last night. The thought of soaking in a warm bath brought a smile to her lips. It was fortunate Jamal had a private hammam, for the thought of sharing a bath with Jamal's concubines filled her with dread. She knew she couldn't compete sexually with the skillful concubines and preferred to keep to herself rather than be questioned about her night with Jamal.