lips. "What are you doing to me?"
She smiled and leaned back just enough to plant kisses on his cheeks, his forehead, his nose, his chin and down his neck. "Making love to you."
His arms curled tighter just as his breath shuddered from his lungs.
"Sit on your throne, Spider."
Amani never thought her voice could sound like that, so full of passion and wanting. But her pussy throbbed for his cock, and inspiration struck.
He gave her a wicked grin. "My throne, minx?"
She nodded, unraveling his belt-wrap. "I want to know what it feels like to make love to a prince on his seat of power."
Ziyad closed his eyes and hissed his breath through his teeth. Once his belt-wrap pooled at his feet, she tugged his robes off his shoulders.
"I want you to remember me, to remember this, every time you take your throne."
Amani had no idea he'd been working on her belt-wrap until it fell away. Her breasts leapt from her robes. Instantly he fondled them as he walked backward, bringing her with him. Once he reached his throne, he yanked off his undergarments and kicked at his sandals. Amani did the same.
Ziyad sat before her, gazing up into her eyes, but stopped her when she would have sat on his lap. His eyes held her captive while his tongue snaked out, flicking her nipple, teasing it, tasting it. Amani's clit demanded she rub against him, but he wouldn't let her sit on him. Yet.
With deep, hot sucks, Ziyad took her breast into his mouth again and again, making Amani believe she could come without him touching her pussy. He released her nipple only to suckle the other, leaving the one he'd just loved wet and cold. While his mouth teased her, Amani brought his hand up to her other breast, asking him to stroke her, needing his touch on her skin.
"Are you cold now?" she asked, bending her head to whisper in his ear.
Ziyad pulled her down onto his lap none-too-gently. "No, damn you, I'm on fire. I want to sink into you. I want to lose myself."
She was drawn to his mouth as if by some magical force. Amani couldn't stop kissing him any more than she could stop breathing. Forcing her tongue into his mouth, she stood on her knees and straddled his thighs. Ziyad's head was angled upward, accepting her domination as she brutally threaded her hands through his hair.
"I ache for you," she confessed, teasing the tip of him on her engorged clit.
Ziyad groaned. "Then take me inside you."
Amani bit her lip, so tempted to do just that. But since he'd opened up to her earlier, could he give her more? "I will," she promised. "But first I must ask something of you."
"Now of all times?" He lowered his head to nuzzle her neck, and the patch of hair on his chin was coarse against her. Amani's skin pebbled from head to toe.
"Yes, mighty Spider," she said, grinning.
"Ask what you will," he responded with a groan. "I am not likely to deny you right now."
Amani leaned in close, touching her nose to his. She was a little scared to ask him, for she only just thought of it. "When…when I get pregnant, will you still come to me?"
He gazed at her in shocked silence.
When he didn't speak, she continued. "I am terrified you might not wish to…continue making love to me."
"Why wouldn't I?" he asked. His voice was even, but his eyes betrayed his surprise.
"Because you married me to give you a son, not to give you pleasure."
"But you do give me pleasure, Amani Bihar," he said. "And you are my wife. Husbands and wives make love. I want a brood of children, not merely one. So yes, I will still come to you." Her heart leapt when he said her full name. She still wasn't used to it. "Does that answer your question?"
Amani nodded, relieved more
She smiled and leaned back just enough to plant kisses on his cheeks, his forehead, his nose, his chin and down his neck. "Making love to you."
His arms curled tighter just as his breath shuddered from his lungs.
"Sit on your throne, Spider."
Amani never thought her voice could sound like that, so full of passion and wanting. But her pussy throbbed for his cock, and inspiration struck.
He gave her a wicked grin. "My throne, minx?"
She nodded, unraveling his belt-wrap. "I want to know what it feels like to make love to a prince on his seat of power."
Ziyad closed his eyes and hissed his breath through his teeth. Once his belt-wrap pooled at his feet, she tugged his robes off his shoulders.
"I want you to remember me, to remember this, every time you take your throne."
Amani had no idea he'd been working on her belt-wrap until it fell away. Her breasts leapt from her robes. Instantly he fondled them as he walked backward, bringing her with him. Once he reached his throne, he yanked off his undergarments and kicked at his sandals. Amani did the same.
Ziyad sat before her, gazing up into her eyes, but stopped her when she would have sat on his lap. His eyes held her captive while his tongue snaked out, flicking her nipple, teasing it, tasting it. Amani's clit demanded she rub against him, but he wouldn't let her sit on him. Yet.
With deep, hot sucks, Ziyad took her breast into his mouth again and again, making Amani believe she could come without him touching her pussy. He released her nipple only to suckle the other, leaving the one he'd just loved wet and cold. While his mouth teased her, Amani brought his hand up to her other breast, asking him to stroke her, needing his touch on her skin.
"Are you cold now?" she asked, bending her head to whisper in his ear.
Ziyad pulled her down onto his lap none-too-gently. "No, damn you, I'm on fire. I want to sink into you. I want to lose myself."
She was drawn to his mouth as if by some magical force. Amani couldn't stop kissing him any more than she could stop breathing. Forcing her tongue into his mouth, she stood on her knees and straddled his thighs. Ziyad's head was angled upward, accepting her domination as she brutally threaded her hands through his hair.
"I ache for you," she confessed, teasing the tip of him on her engorged clit.
Ziyad groaned. "Then take me inside you."
Amani bit her lip, so tempted to do just that. But since he'd opened up to her earlier, could he give her more? "I will," she promised. "But first I must ask something of you."
"Now of all times?" He lowered his head to nuzzle her neck, and the patch of hair on his chin was coarse against her. Amani's skin pebbled from head to toe.
"Yes, mighty Spider," she said, grinning.
"Ask what you will," he responded with a groan. "I am not likely to deny you right now."
Amani leaned in close, touching her nose to his. She was a little scared to ask him, for she only just thought of it. "When…when I get pregnant, will you still come to me?"
He gazed at her in shocked silence.
When he didn't speak, she continued. "I am terrified you might not wish to…continue making love to me."
"Why wouldn't I?" he asked. His voice was even, but his eyes betrayed his surprise.
"Because you married me to give you a son, not to give you pleasure."
"But you do give me pleasure, Amani Bihar," he said. "And you are my wife. Husbands and wives make love. I want a brood of children, not merely one. So yes, I will still come to you." Her heart leapt when he said her full name. She still wasn't used to it. "Does that answer your question?"
Amani nodded, relieved more
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