The Sheikh's Christmas Maid (Shadid Sheikhs 1) - Page 38

Lifting her head, she smiled at him before sitting up. Reaching for the hem of her sweater, she pulled it over her head, the rest of her clothes quickly followed. As he looked at her in admiration, she could feel her nipples puckering in response. Taking his proffered hand, she followed him into the ensuite bathroom.
“Oh my,” was all she could think to say as she looked at the dozens of lit candles spread around the room and the steaming bathwater with rose petals sprinkled on the top.
Climbing into the over-sized tub, Poppy sat down with a satisfied sigh.
“Ahem. Little room for me?” Samir asked with a smile, “Although I am glad you approve.” Giving him a sheepish smile, she slid forward so he could sit down behind her.
Leaning her back against his chest, Poppy lifted her arms to drape around his neck. “Oh, this is wonderful,” she murmured as he picked up a washcloth and began to bathe her. “I think we need to do this every day.”
Samir’s deep-throated chuckle vibrated against the skin on her shoulder. “Is that so, my love. Would I be the one doing the bathing or will we trade off?”
Turning, so they were pressed chest to chest, Poppy gave him a sensual smile. “Oh, you will be the one doing the bathing; except for your birthday and any national holidays,” she answered cheekily. His rumble of laughter made the butterflies inside her dance about. “But you know, there are benefits to bathing the woman you love.”
“Benefits?”
Shifting to a crouch in the warm water, she tapped his knees, so he would straighten his legs. Straddling his thighs, she lifted her breasts toward his mouth and he began to lavish attention on her nipples. Moaning, Poppy clutched at his shoulders before giving him a breathy answer.
“Mmmm, yes, benefits.” She suddenly found herself incapable of continuing her banter as Samir inserted two fingers between her folds and turned his hand seeking out her g-spot. With another gasp, she rocked her hips back and forth silently asking him to continue.
Pressing a kiss between her breasts, Samir turned his attention to her other breast. “My dear, I must admit, while the benefits are indeed…pleasurable, I am looking for something…more.” Samir’s tone had become gravely and was no longer playful despite the words.
“Mmmore?” Poppy finally managed to respond. “I think more would be good too.”
Reaching between them, she could feel the water moving as Samir positioned his cock. Rising up on her knees, Poppy managed to part her folds before slowly sinking down on top of his erection. She paused when she ended up back on his lap, her eyes rolling back in her head at how good it felt.
Grasping her hips, he began to raise and lower her body as she once again clutched at his shoulders. She hadn’t anticipated that her arousal would rise so rapidly and was surprised as the tendrils of pleasure swiftly unfurled inside every part of her body.
“Oh, Samir,” she called out as she could feel her orgasm rapidly approaching.
“Not yet, habibti,” he warned her as he bent his knees and lifted his hips.
Poppy turned her head from side to side, her eyes tightly closed as her pleasure increased. Water began to slosh out of the tub in small waves as Samir’s thrusts became more frantic.
“Oh. Oh. Oh,” Poppy chanted.
“Look at me,” he growled and she opened her eyes to see both intensity and love in his beautiful blue eyes.
Falling toward him, their lips crashed together and he growled out, “Now.” He swallowed her cry, as her body shook with the intensity of her orgasm, her muscles clenching tightly against his cock, forcing his own orgasm from him with a shout that was drowned out by their kiss.
An hour later, they were both wrapped in fluffy robes and sitting on a nest of pillows and blankets in front of a roaring fire in the fireplace. Poppy was drowsing slightly as she looked at the beautiful Christmas tree, the lights twinkling merrily.
She felt Samir return and turned to see him set down a Champagne bucket and two glasses. Smiling at her, he returned to the kitchen and returned with a tray of potato chips, dip, and some fruit.
Laughing, she looked at him. “Didn’t Emine say she stocked the kitchen?” she asked as he set it down.
Nodding his head, “She did and while I thought about making you one of my famous mincemeat pies…”
“Oh, no,” she interrupted. “We’ve already made a terrible mess upstairs, we’re not adding to it,” she declared.
Sitting down next to her, he opened the Champagne bottle. “So, you don’t think I should ask Emine to come back?” he teased as she quickly shook her head.
Pouring Champagne into the flutes, “My thoughts exactly, hence my choice of…snacks,” he told her handing her a glass.
Poppy was about to take a sip when Samir asked, “Shall we toast?” Nodding her head, she sipped the Champagne anyway, loving the taste as the bubbles tickled the roof of her mouth.
She looked at him in surprise when he shifted to his knees.
“Poppy, habibti, from the moment we met, I knew that you were someone special but I had no idea how important you would become to me. Please, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” His voice broke with emotion as he looked at her with tears in his eyes.