Page 91 of Moros

“Aww, baby.” He cuddled me into his chest. “Shh.”

“I’m so sorry.” I kissed his neck. “Can I make love to you?”

I stopped to stare up at him.

“I know men have to be in control all the time?—”

“Not this man.”

“And I know it’s not the most macho thing and I probably don’t know what I’ll be doing—but, could I please?—?”

“Yes.”

Sighing my relief, I rolled us over and knelt astride his hips. My nerves kicked in and as I stared down at him, I was frozen in that moment. Then he smiled at me and all the doubts vanished like the snap of a finger.

I started with kissing him, giving myself time to relax as his large palms travelled up my side and down again. Usually, I’d be afraid to have a man touch me there because of the imperfections of my body, but Khadri seemed to not mind.

I nibbled on his neck, his throat then travelled down his body, taking his clothes along with me. By the time I was kneel on the floor between his thick thighs, he was gloriously naked. He pushed to his elbows to look down at me and I couldn’t ever remember feeling this good.

“Tell me what to do, Khadri.” I kissed the inside of his left thigh. “Guide me—teach me.”

He moaned and hooked his right index finger beneath my chin, drawing me closer.

“I need your mouth.” He leaned down to kiss me.

“Where?”

“Everywhere.” He smiled darkly at me.

My eyes dipped to his very hard cock, the head glistening with pre-cum. My mouth watered but I managed to control myself to lean in slowly, keeping my eyes on his and licking.

Khadri purred.

When I did make contact with him again, I braced my palms on the floor, took him into my mouth and pulled him in as deeply as he would fit. He caressed my hair back but gave me the space and the control to take him as deeply as I could.

He cupped my chin and licked his lips.

“Do you like seeing me like this, Khadri?” I asked. “On my knees—helpless.”

A smile curled his lips.

“I wouldn’t say helpless.” He rasped. “But on your knees?—”

I licked then sucked.

“Yes.” He panted. “Now, use your tongue?—”

When he was at the edge, he stopped me and had me sit on the floor. He came down between my thighs and slid into me—slowly.

My eyes rolled back, and I sighed happily taking his full length.

Holding my hips, he rolled us over and when I rose over him, he only slipped deeper, making me come and curling my toes.

“We’re not done yet.” He told me, reaching up to fill his palms with my breasts. “You wanted to make love to me, Ryanne. You got it.”

I rolled my hips.

“That’s it, baby, ride me.”