Free Sheikh's Command by Sophia Lynn Page A

that kept her sane was that she would not be denied for much longer. Without thinking, she reached for him imploringly, and he was not strong enough to resist that.
    He came to rest on top of her, supporting most of his weight on his elbows as he started to kiss her again. When his tongue thrust into her mouth, she sucked on it desperately, aware that it was only a pale imitation of what was going to come afterward. When Makeen pulled back, she moaned with disappointment, but he was only shifting down her body, trailing kisses from her jaw, down her neck to her soft shoulders and beyond.
    Makeen lavished kisses and licks on her large breasts, proving them to be far more sensitive than she had ever dreamed. When he brushed the tips of his fingers over the sides, she shivered, the peaks of her nipples going hard. Makeen took first one peak in his mouth and then the other, causing Olivia to buck with surprised arousal.
    “I … never thought I liked having my breasts touched like that before,” she whispered in surprise, and his laugh was a low growl.
    “If there is something that you do not like, I command you to tell me immediately,” he said with a playful growl, “but until then, little songbird, I only want you to lie down and enjoy it …”
    She started to respond, but then any clue about what she was going to say was ripped out of her mind entirely as his wet mouth moved down the soft curve of her belly. With a motion that she could only describe as practiced, he slipped her panties down her long legs, throwing them free before she was even quite aware what he was doing. Olivia cried out when she realized how bare she was in front of him, but she had no time to worry about it as he was spreading her legs to lie down between them.
    Experimentally, she bent her legs and ran them along his shoulders, marveling at his strength and the feel of his skin, so different from hers. The differences between them were strangely sensuous to her, how hard he was compared to how soft she was.
    She knew what he was planning to do, but Olivia still blushed when Makeen started stroking his fingers along the tangle of dark hair between her legs. The touch was so intimate it made her squirm, but Makeen used his sheer weight to hold her still, making her lie quietly as he touched her. She had thought from the way their passion ignited that they would simply fall on each other like wild beasts, but now he was touching her with a slow deliberation that made her moan with surprise. First he stroked his fingers along her slit until she was nearly frantic with need, and only then did he slide a finger inside her. The pressure sent a bolt of pleasure through her, but it wasn't enough, wasn't nearly enough at all.
    When he pressed his mouth to the top of her slit, sucking and pulling at the flesh there, her hand fell down to land in his hair, tugging fitfully. No matter what Olivia did, however, he refused to be hurried. Instead, he teased and tantalized her, making her rise up with need time after time only to deny her the trembling climax she knew lay just beyond.
    “Please, Makeen!” Olivia cried finally. “Please, please, I can't take this any more …”
    He laughed a little hoarsely, and when she looked down at him, his eyes glittered in the dark.
    “I could do this all night,” he murmured. “Bring you close time after time until you were begging me …”
    “I am begging you now!” she whimpered, tugging ineffectually at his hair. “Please … please, I need you …”
    Something about the plaintiveness of her tone convinced him. In a smooth motion, he shifted upward, and now he was reaching into the small table by the bed. She looked up, startled, when a foil package was placed in her hand.
    “Put it on me.”
    His command vibrated with power and authority, and Olivia swallowed hard as she tore it open. She had worked with her hands all her life, but now she felt as if she was nothing but thumbs. It seemed as if she could not