Free The Sheikh's Captive Mistress by Jessica Brooke, Ella Brooke Page B

he could see all of her, see the imperfections of her flesh, but this was important, too. He had to accept all of her, as she was, and that was the most important thing. Emma watched as the water rose in the tub, covering his erection, concealing the glorious sight of his readied cock from her. She swayed to a beat only she could hear, running her hands over her breasts at first, kneading them with agile fingers.
    “Make your nipples hard for me, habbibi ,” he demanded.
    She didn’t need more commands to comply. Keeping her eyes focused on the green-gold ones before her, Emma twisted her right nipple delicately between her fingers. It wasn’t hard to coax them erect, not with Munir watching her, licking his lips and stroking himself as she worked her nipples. As her right hand worked on her right nipple, her left graced lower, trailing seductively over her belly button and stopping just at the thatch of hair over her crotch.
    “No, lower,” he said. “Show me how you stroke yourself.”
    Swallowing, she nodded and started to run those fingers through her soft hair. Munir inhaled sharply and she felt her juices start to flow. Reaching down, she parted her folds and started to rhythmically stroke her labia. Her fingers were warm already from her earlier exertions and it felt good to have them there – not nearly as amazing as it would feel to have the thick, strong digits of Munir’s fingering her, but still amazing.
    “More, love!” he commanded.
    “Yes, my sheikh,” she said, her eyes never moving from his, still entranced by the way arousal made his eyes seem even more gold.
    Her right hand was still playing with her breasts, straying over her areolas and making her hard there. The left found her clit and started to pulse against the nub of nerves there. Her hand was soaked as more of her wetness poured forth and she almost fell to the ground, her knees weak beneath her.
    “Oh God!” she screamed, enthralled by her lover watching her and turned on by the thoughts of what they could do next together.
    The whirring of the jets startled her out of her ministrations. She dropped her hands and glared down at the bubbles in the water, her lips turning down into a pout when she realized she could no longer see Munir’s dick bobbing in the bubbles.
    “Now what are you planning, beloved?” he purred.
    She licked her lips and slid into the water, its heat lapping at her skin. Curling against Munir’s muscular chest, she relaxed into his embrace. Then, she leaned up and kissed him. Emma took some extra time to bite at his lower lip and to graze her teeth over a strong chin that wouldn’t be out of place on a superhero. The stubble there grazed her tongue a bit and she broke away giggling.
    “Now, my sheikh? Now I pleasure you.”
    He grinned back at her and trailed a finger over nipples; she moaned at the touch. Again, her imagination was never as good – could never be as good – as the real thing. “I think I’d like that very much, habbibi .”
    She changed position so she could face him and started by running her fingers of the plains of his stomach, over the rippling abs that she suddenly felt the urge to lick. Bending lower, she exchanged hands for tongue and traced the individual bumps of his eight pack. Her clit still throbbing with this teasing taste of him. As she went lower, she came to his happy trail, that patch of hair leading to his erection.
    Once she was near his cock, she cupped his balls, rolling them between the thumb and forefinger of her left hand. Her right gripped his shaft and her tongue flicked out to taste the tip of him. Despite the bath water, she could taste his musk, that hint of precum that had come out already and everything that tasted so much of manliness incarnate, of Munir himself.
    He groaned and rolled his eyes back. “No fair teasing, habbibi .”
    “Oh, it’s fair to do so many things,” she said, her tongue’s tip flat against the tulip-shaped head. She flicked