Forbidden attraction (The stars book 3)

17: The art of kama-sutra

*Dean*

 She is sleeping softly and I snuggle into her, pulling the blanket over the both of us. It had been such a treat, seeing how she started to relax and giving into pleasure.

 It had been very hard to hold back though, not to continue and go all the way. I had been so very much turned on and there is nothing I would love more than to make her mine in any way possible. But I need to step carefully, make sure she is ready.

 I set the alarm on my phone, it is very much important that I have her back in her own room before the palace starts to stir and someone might come looking for her.

 She makes the cutest little sound and presses herself into me, and I just know that I have to find a way to steal her away. To take her with me back home.

 I want to fall asleep like this every night, but without the fear of getting caught and without feeling like a criminal.

 *Zara*

 I wake up, realizing that it is still completely dark outside. But it is a good thing, I need to get back to the safety of my own room. My plan had been to go back already in the evening, but I had been so tired that I gave into sleep.

 What he did, what he showed me. It had been the most amazing thing ever and I am wondering if it is always like that for western women.

 I watch Dean, as he is laying there on his back sleeping softly. His hair ruffled and a small happy smile gracing his lips. He looks so sweet and… well attractive I guess it is. I get this overpowering urge to touch him.

 He has kicked off the blanket and I can't stop my eyes from wandering over his body. He looks so very strong, big, wide and with well defined muscles. No sagging flaps of fat like Imad has.

 I can't help but let my fingers glide over his stomach and I can see how the soft skin quivers under my touch, but he stays asleep.

 He has a patch of dark hair running from his belly button and down into his boxers, without thinking my finger follows it down to the waistline and back up again, making me giggle slightly to myself.

 Then my wandering hand travels up to his chest, slowly combing through the cover of dark hair there. I am wondering what he will say if he wakes up ? But I am very much sure he won't mind.

 I keep caressing him softly. Exploring the planes of his body with feather-like touches. He is an extremely heavy sleeves apparently. But then I look down at his body and blush with a giggle. One part of him is most definitely awake. I am unsure how to feel, but I must admit to being curious.

 And in the end the curiosity gets the better of me and I very slowly lift the elastic band at his waistline of his boxers, my tongue peaking out in concentration. 

 Dean suddenly clears his throat. "Hmm Zara my love, what are you doing ?"

 "Ooh... nothing". I pull my hand away, blushing violently. My eyes turned away from him, hiding my embarrassment over my own behavior.

 He chuckles softly and reaches out to cup my chin. He turns my face and looks into my eyes, only acceptance and warmth in his eyes. "It is totally alright darling. You are welcome to have a look if you are curious. But you have seen your husband naked, right ?" 

 "Yes of course. I just thought... I mean I expected they were all like... the same... you know size and such. But yours just seems so much bigger". I say biting my lip.

 He smiles, that kind of smile that tells me that he is finding me cute and adorable right now. "Well no, there are quite a big variation and without having seen Amid's, I am pretty sure you are right".

 "Can I... see it ? I never really look at Imad's and... I would kinda like to see one... close up". I lower my head, but can't help but look up at him through my lashes. I have always been curious and I hope I am not overstepping any boundaries here.

 But Dean just grin and pulls off his boxers, apparently he isn't shy at all. "As I said, you are very welcome to. It is certainly happy to see you".

 My eyes slide down to rest on it, and a small gasp escapes my lips. I was right, Imad's is a lot smaller and I am happy about that. Something this big has to be painful to have inside you. "Can I touch it ? I actually never touched one".

 "Uhh I am not going to object, but I can't promise you not to react". He is holding his breath, looking very surprised, he probably hadn't expected me to ask something like that.

 I reach out, wrapping my hand around it. It feels like iron wrapped in soft skin. I slide my hand up the length of it. "Ohh it is soft… I kind of thought it would be... like slimy".

 He throws his head back laughing, but then he stops himself and looks apologetic at me. "Sorry, it wasn't nice to laugh".

 "It's okay Dean, no offense taken". I smile at him.

  I like the way it feels to touch and suddenly I remember something I read in one of the library books, it had been called something like "The kama-sutra guide to pleasuring your man". I had been curious and now I recall the pictures and description. I tighten my grip and start to move my hand slowly up and down, giving it a slight twist on the way.

 "Oh s**t… what are you doing Zara ?" He gasps out the words, looking at me with darkened eyes and his jaw strained. I actually have no doubt that he likes it.

 Feeling more encouraged by his soft moans and the look on his face, I slip my other hand down to cup his balls, gently massaging them, while I keep up the twisting motion. "Just relax and ... enjoy".

 "f**k… oh…fuck". Within no time he is panting and his hips are thrusting up to meet my hand. Honestly I enjoy the feeling of being in charge, the power to give him pleasure.

 He throws his head back into the pillows as he moans my name over and over like a prayer. And a few minutes later his body stiffens as semen sprout out on his stomach.

 I let go of him and can't help smiling a bit smug as he lifts his head, looking at me. "Excuse my language, but where the f**k did that come from darling ?"

 "I have been sneaking into the library reading books, one of them was about the kama sutra. It said to do it like that. I just wanted to see if it worked". I looked at him with a small smile.

 He is still gasping lightly, then he sends me a mischievous grin. "Next time, I think you should be reading that book to me".