Sheikh's Blackmailed Love by Sophia Lynn

this,” he teased hoarsely. “I might like to see that. To leave my little gem so desperate and so needy that she needs to use her own hands, showing me exactly what she needs…”
    The flush of heat that filled her was deeply erotic. She could imagine giving him a show, even if she was biting her lip with embarrassment as she did so. Her hips bucked at the idea, and with a soft laugh, he bent his head down to her flesh again. It was only a threat this time, but she knew that he would make good on it one day.
    Instead, when he started licking her again, there was a deeper purpose now. He was done teasing her. He was done stopping when she was on the edge of her climax and starting again when she was quivering with need. Now he lapped at her flesh hard enough to make the fires inside her flare up high and hot, the deep trembling rooted in her spirit spreading out to all of her.
    “Oh God, oh God, Dario…!”
    He didn’t spare a word for her. Instead, he redoubled his efforts, and this time there was absolutely no stopping it. Her climax roared through, ripping her open and leaving her shouting with pleasure. Every muscle in her body tensed hard and then released with an explosion of sensation that left her weak and shaking.
    She was still murmuring his name when he sat back up, a wide grin on his face. He came to lie down by her side, throwing one dark arm over her belly.
    “Good?” he asked, and Bailey smiled at him weakly.
    “You have to ask?” she murmured. “So very, very good.”
    He laughed at her, and then he leaned down to kiss her mouth. Her eyes widened when she tasted herself on his lips. It was a strangely erotic sensation, and though she thought it would be hours before she could feel that arousal again, she felt herself warm to his touch.
    “It is my turn now, perfect gem,” he murmured. “When I make you shout your release to the sky, when I make you tremble like a mare run hard over the desert, I know that in a very short while, you will be making me feel the same…”
    She whimpered at his words, draping her arms around his neck. She wanted him to take his pleasure with her. She wanted to feel him shake and climax just as she had. When he did, there were no barriers between them, nothing to separate heart from heart, spirit from spirit.
    “I want you,” she whispered. “I want you with me, inside me…”
    He groaned at her words, his kisses taking on a deeper need. He was a controlled man, even when he was giving her pleasure, but when he lost himself in her kisses and her body, there was something rawer there, something far more wild.
    He turned her on her belly before lifting her hips up. She was suddenly more aware of the jewelry she was wearing: the weight of the necklaces was heavy as they hung down over her wrists, and the bracelets that ran up her arm dug into the bed beneath her. Somehow, the jewelry made her feel more naked, highlighting all the bare skin underneath. Not so long ago, she would have been embarrassed, perhaps even humiliated, but now there was only pleasure in the luxury and in Dario’s own pleasure.
    She moaned when he slid a finger inside her humid depths, and then another. With just a nudge of his hand, she started rocking back against him, opening herself for his pleasure. When he thought she was ready enough, he paused to slide a condom on over his cock, and then he was behind her again.
    “Please,” she whispered, when she felt the head of his member press against her soft entrance. “Please, I need you…”
    If he had thought to tease her, that thought went out of his head. She could hear his soft gasp as her words struck him, feel the tremor of his body. His hands tightened on her hips, and with a groan, he buried himself into her to the hilt.
    Her cry was wild and needy, and that only spurred him on. He started to thrust into her, filling her up with each stroke only to pull almost all the way out of her body and push into her again. She braced her arms