Sweet Fire

21.

Samira woke up in Eros’ arms, in his bed, inside his house. She had never known a greater feeling than waking up in the arms of her lover. Her heart was at peace. Her body totally rested. She felt loved and forgot of the world outside his arms. She forgot about the company and the work she does there. She forgot about her father, who probably would be brooding right now upon his son’s return. She forgot about her stressful life all because of lying in Eros’ arms. She wished they would stay in that position forever. She loved the way her head was on his naked chest, the way his arms wound possessively around her and the exotic way her body pressed up against his.

Opening her eyes, she raised her head and looked at him. He was still asleep and looked so handsome. Gosh, he looked so sexy with his hair falling over half of his face and his mouth slightly parted. Her gazed stayed on his lips, loving the look of the soft flesh that was doing nothing but tempting her. Sliding up his chest, she pressed her lips onto his, stealing a kiss from him. Eros stirred, but did not wake up. Samira then traced his lips with her thumb, recalling all the pleasures those soft molds gave her last night. They had explored every part of her body, tasting and leaving a trail. Samira had never felt so turned on as she had been last night. Eros had made sure to satisfy all her widest desires in one night, leaving her craving for more. Flashes of last night’s lovemaking, run through her mind, getting her turned on.

Samira started to kiss his lips, then moved down his neck to the sensitive spot she discovered in the crook of his neck, last night when she had been exploring his gorgeous body. Eros moved when her tongue brushed that sweet spot. His arm tightened around her waist and he hummed. She went ahead to kiss her way down to his chest, nibbling his nipples when she got there. His breathing slowly turned labored and she knew he was no longer sleeping.

“Are you going to continue pretending that you are asleep?” Samira said, moving her hands down his chest, moving lower to cup his manhood.

Eros gasped, the same time his eyes snapped open. Samira chuckled at his response and went ahead to palm his member, getting him aroused. “Samira,” Eros breathed, while gathering her in his arms. He flipped them over and covered her body with his own. “You are becoming one naughty girl.” He drawled and then took her nipple into his mouth. She let out a sigh, arching her back and thrusting her chest towards him. Waves of arousal shot through her as he nuzzled and played with her nipples.

Her nails dug into his hair, as he released her nipples and trailed his hot tongue along her midriff. Samira gasped, enjoying the hurricanes of emotions swirling through her body. She loved that Eros knew how to pleasure her because he could drive her insane as he was doing right now, with just his tongue.

“Eros, please,” she could not help the helpless moan that escaped her parted lips. Her head fell backwards, against the headboard and as desire surged through her.

“What was that my love?” He asked in between kisses along her thighs.

Samira’s whole body trembled and she could not think straight. His teases were driving her crazy and she has had enough of it. Drawing a breath, she blurted out the words he wanted to hear. “Make love to me!” At her words, his blood rushed to his lower region making him harder than he was before.

Eros quickly tore his mouth from her thighs and came up to kiss her parted lips. Breaking the kiss, he whispered, “I thought you would never ask.” Then he slid into her.  

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The continuous ringing of the doorbell drew Eros out of his slumber. Opening his eyes, he blinked a couple of times to adjust to the bright room. The doorbell reverberated through the walls and he moved his arm away from Samira’s waist, where it laid. She moved, taking his arms back there and tightened her hold around his chest.