Shurak, book 2

Chapter 11

I park my ass firmly on Aladdin's legs and kiss him deeper.

He inadvertently gave me more space to explore as he sat down, so I roam my hands on his neck and chest, enjoying the muscularity underneath his soft skin.

He might be a little more lithe than the usual Zohra, but that doesn't mean he isn't muscular. It's actually nice he's not as bulky.

I suckle on his tongue and earn a grunt from him.

His hand tightens on my thigh, and I crack my eyes open.

His eyelids are hooded, and the sight makes my stomach clench in excitement.

He's also enjoying this, so I'm not being crazy, am I?

I cup his cheeks and keep gazing into his red globes as I devour his mouth.

Keeping eye contact as I kiss him is so intense that I feel my thighs growing damper with how wet I get. It gets even better as he starts letting out small moans. His hands hold me tighter with every stroke of my lips and tongue, even his legs lower little by little.

Then I'm finally against his crotch again and I can say he's feeling it, his cock is rock hard.

I rock against him and moan loudly, having to pull back from the kiss with the shock it sends through me.

Makes me wonder which one of us is the virgin.

Oh god, he's a virgin.

I pant for air and look down at his pained gaze. "I don't think I can keep my vow about your chastity."

"We can't… have intercourse," he pants.

I almost choke from the strain in his voice. Also; who the fuck calls it intercourse especially in this situation?

I won't take the time to question why, but instead make a solution.

"Okay… then no sex," I whisper against his lips. "Just petting. Very… heavy petting."

I stroke my hand down his chest and tease my finger around his navel, feeling his stomach tighten with my touch. He's so reactive it makes it hard to keep this at the heavy petting stage.

"Touch me," I moan under his ear and nibble the lobe. I take his hand on my thigh and slide it towards my wetness. "Make me come with your hand."

Aladdin lets out a stifled grunt and lets me lead his hand to cup my sex.

"Stroke me, honey. I want you to make me come with your fingers," I whisper and nibble my way though his jaw to his lips.

I hold his gaze and help him make the first move by moving my underwear to the side.

"Can you feel how wet you make me?"

I press his middle finger between my lips and moan at the feeling. "You make me ache."

He takes a deep shuddering breath and moves his finger, observing my reactions, so I decide to give him my best show… but I don't need to act much of anything.