Sold! A Romance In The Sudan (4 page)

Lilly admitted she wanted him but knew she
shouldn’t. It wasn’t right.

So much for being reborn, her inner voice
taunted her. He’s a storybook hero for heaven’s sake. What are you
waiting for? A proposal of marriage? We tried that and look where
it got us!

Lilly hesitated and then threw caution to the
wind. “I want to,” she said. “But can we take it slowly?”

“Sure.” He wanted her so much, he would have
agreed to anything.

A moment ago his one aim had been to spread
her legs, nuzzle those breasts and plunge into her. Thinking it
over, he realised that slow sounded good too. It might even be
better.

Slowly he moved the silky top to expose her
breasts. He admired the smooth thick creamy skin before rubbing the
swell of her breasts with the base of his thumbs. Hearing her gasp
and seeing the dark pink nipples pucker, he flicked his tongue over
one while cupping the other.

Lilly heard herself growl as tingles shot
through her body. Her body arched towards him; she had no will of
her own. Her blood was drumming in her ears; her body was so tense
that she could feel her toes curl.

Hafiq was enchanted by her response. Rubbing
her nipples with his thumbs, he rained soft kisses along her
breasts, travelling slowly up her neck. Her arms wound around him,
pulling him to her so closely that he could feel her heart beating.
The way she was rubbing her hips against him while she nuzzled his
neck sent shivers running down his spine.

He carefully pulled away from her. If he
didn’t take off his trunks soon, his erection was going to give him
a hernia.

“Oh wow!” Lilly stared in fascination. She
reached out slowly, trailing a single finger over his cock.

Hafiq counted to ten in Arabic, English and
Mandarin. He wanted this moment to last forever but if he didn’t
distance himself, it would be over in a second.

“It’s amazing. It’s all soft and yet hard at
the same time.”

Vaguely he wondered what on earth she was
talking about.

“I never thought it would be like this,”
Lilly said happily. “It’s not at all like I imagined.”

Hafiq opened his eyes and looked at her in
wonder.

“I probably should have told you,” Lilly said
apologetically, “but this is my first time.”

It took all of his self-command not to take
her on the spot.

“You’re a virgin?” Hafiq was incredulous.

Lilly felt instantly guilty. “Yeah.” Suddenly
shy, she glanced at him and looked away again. She was reassured by
his grin.

Hafiq couldn’t believe his ears. He wanted to
joke that she must be the only virgin in Africa but the vulnerable
look in her eyes stopped him. An African girl would have been proud
of her virtue; this girl clearly wasn’t. He’d heard that white
girls had no morals but he hadn’t really believed it.

Briefly he wondered at the vast gulf between
them. Then he dismissed it. She was beautiful and sweetly innocent.
He would take good care of her.

Sensing his astonishment, Lilly felt the need
to explain. “My dad was a vicar, you see and he was very hot on
sex. Or rather, very hot about me not having sex.”

Hafiq smiled at her. “You were a loyal
daughter and obeyed him.” He intended it as a compliment. He
considered loyalty and obedience prime qualities in a woman. Along
with chastity, beauty and proper family connections of course.

Lilly considered this carefully. “Not really.
He didn’t like me very much and I didn’t like him either. I wanted
to move out, go to college and live by my own rules. But my mum got
sick so I stayed at home to look after her.”

She gazed at him candidly. “The only man I
met regularly was Ashton because he worked at the pharmacy. And you
know how that worked out.”

Hafiq felt a stab of jealousy. “Forget about
him,” he growled.

“Already have.” She buried her face in the
curve of his neck. “I’m so glad I met you.” She was kissing his
shoulder. “You’re my knight in shining armour.”

Hafiq wrapped his arms around her tenderly.
He couldn’t believe his luck. This sweet beautiful girl was all
his. She was his little virgin. He wouldn’t contact her people; he
would keep her for himself.

The pause had brought back his control.
Willing his cock to wait, he slipped the silky pyjama top over her
head, laid her gently on her back and kissed her tenderly.

Lilly sighed with pleasure. She wound one
hand around his shoulders, burying her fingers in his short, black
hair. The other was busily exploring his erection.

Her fingertip ran up and down the shaft
before softly circling the tip. A soft groan of pleasure escaped
him. Encouraged by his response, her fingers slipped lower, gently
stroking his balls.

Hafiq tried counting to ten again. When that
didn’t work, he closed his eyes and tried to imagine something
disgusting. It was no good. Those fingers were sending him to
paradise.

“Go slowly, Green Eyes,” he implored her. “Or
I won’t last a second.” He heard her chuckle wickedly. “Teasing me,
are you?” In mock-revenge he dipped his head and began to swirl his
tongue around her nipples again.

It was his turn to chuckle as goose bumps
appeared on her arms and soft whimpers escaped her throat. Both her
hands were now running up and down his back, her nails lightly
caressing his skin. She was unaware her knees had parted, revealing
a soft wetness. He inhaled her scent as deeply as he could,
revelling in its sweetness.

Running his hands over her body in long
smooth strokes, he ran kisses down the swell of her breasts and
over her stomach. As he moved down towards her legs, he could feel
her tense up, so instead of burying his face between those soft
thighs he swirled his tongue in and out of her navel while gently
stroking her clitoris.

“Dear God, don’t stop!”

He laughed as she trembled and clutched at
his shoulder.

“Oh my God!”

She was shuddering now. Little whimpers
escaped her lips as she rolled her hips slowly from side to
side.

He rubbed gently as he continued to raise
kisses over her body. When her mewls became moans, he rose swiftly,
paused briefly to savour the wet lips trembling with passion and
then rested his erection lightly on her fluttering belly.

Rubbing his hips slowly against hers, he
nibbled her ear, then traced the line of her jaw languorously with
his tongue.

Her legs were shaking uncontrollably now, her
hips bucking against him in a steady rhythm. He quickly took a
condom from the drawer by the bed, rolled it on and slowly eased
himself over her, circling her clitoris with his thumb while
kissing her deeply.

As his tongue flickered in and out of her
mouth and his fingers worked their magic between her legs, Lilly
could only think of one thing: she wanted him inside her.

She could feel the tip of his erection
against her pelvis. Rubbing up against him, she paused a second,
then pushed. As he entered her, she felt a delicious warmth
spreading out from the centre of her body.

Thrusting her hips slowly, taking him in inch
by inch, she could feel the pleasure mounting. Finally, he was
buried completely inside her. She paused to savour the sensation,
then began moving her hips in a circular motion.

Hafiq was distancing himself again. He’d run
out of numbers and was desperately trying to remember the names of
the teams playing in the UEFA cup. It was no good, her little gasps
of delight in his ear sent pure pleasure coursing though his
body.

He raised himself so he could see her body
writhing underneath his. She was watching him slide in and out of
her. The happy humming noise she was making was driving him crazy.
He took his weight on his elbows and began to move in and out of
her in slow smooth thrusts. The legs that wrapped around his waist,
her plunging hips, frantic kisses and happy moans encouraged him to
move faster and faster.

She arched into him as her pleasure peaked.
For a moment she was motionless as she teetered on the brink of an
orgasm. Then, with a squeal of pleasure, she tightened around him.
Her hips jerked against him in a sharp, staccato beat.

Feeling her cum sent him over the edge.
Leaning on one arm and holding her tight against him with the
other, he thrust wildly, shuddering as he finally exploded inside
her.

As he collapsed on top of her, he could feel
her quiver underneath him. For a moment he wondered if he’d been
too rough but a voluptuous sigh of pleasure and a kiss planted
under one ear said otherwise.

“That was bliss,” Lilly breathed softly in
his ear. “Can we do that again?”

Hafiq laughed shakily. He had found a
treasure after all. This girl was going to keep him happily
occupied.

“Heaven,” Lilly announced slightly
breathlessly, “is definitely in your arms.” She collapsed on top of
Hafiq, kissed him on the tip of his nose and slithered down to curl
up next to him.

She was red faced, slick with sweat and Hafiq
had never seen anyone more delicious.

Lilly was making up for 22 years of
virginity. Launching herself into a new world of erotic bliss, she
kissed, licked, nuzzled, rubbed and massaged every part of him,
teasing him into loving her over and over.

Hugging her to him, Hafiq realised he was
head over heels in love. A whole new world was opening up before
him. It was wonderful but he had no idea what was coming next.

Lilly threw an arm over his chest, sighed
happily and then lapsed visibly into thought.

Hafiq wondered what she was thinking. Lilly
had no practical experience but she’d heard and read plenty.

“Can we try this with me on top? Do you think
that would work if I put my feet here? Have you ever tried this
backwards? Do you think this would be fun in the shower?” she’d ask
sweetly. “Do you want to try?”

He would die before admitting it but he
needed some time to recuperate. If she kept up this pace, he’d need
to get some blister beetle from the old medicine woman down the
road. She’d gossip and when his brothers heard about it, he’d be a
laughing stock.

As Lilly half sat up and looked at him
pensively, Hafiq held his breath.

“You know,” she said seriously. “I am
knackered. Exhausted. Bushed, if I may use that word. And I am
suddenly absolutely starving. Could we take a break and have
something to eat?”

Hafiq vowed never to reveal how relieved he’d
been by that speech. This wasn’t just a goodtime girl; he wanted to
keep her forever. Hafiq discovered a romantic streak he never knew
he possessed. Lilly would be his queen and he would treasure her
forever.

They shared a leisurely shower and found her
a shirt to wear. Hafiq’s shorts fell off her, so she tied a beach
towel around her hips. Used to girls who pouted if not exquisitely
dressed in designer gear, Hafiq found Lilly’s lack of vanity
refreshing.

Lilly had been too sick to see the house when
she’d arrived. She oohed and aahed at the huge living room, the
terraced garden and the magnificent covered veranda with its
winding stone staircase that led straight to a sandy beach.

“I have never seen anything so beautiful,”
she said in awe. “This place is paradise.”

Proudly, Hafiq showed her his favourite
place, the little covered alcove that looked out over the ocean. A
table loaded with fruit, bread and covered dishes stood
waiting.

“Have you got house elves? Who made all
this?”

Hafiq was tickled at her enjoyment of
everything. “My staff have orders to lay for lunch every day. You
haven’t seen them yet because I gave orders not to be
disturbed.”

Lilly gave him an old-fashioned look. “Staff?
Are you some sort of robber baron?”

“Everyone has servants, Green Eyes.”

“In England we don’t,” Lilly replied
robustly. “Oh my God, this is just too much!” she moaned two
seconds later after wolfing down freshly made bread stacked with
hummus and olives. “This tastes a million times better than the
stuff they gave us at the hotel.”

Lilly ate as enthusiastically as she did
everything else. An hour later, stuffed with tabouleh and lamb
stew, she sighed, put up her feet on the flagged wall and gazed out
to sea.

Hafiq was catching up on a fortnight’s news.
The international papers were full of the usual bombings, riots and
economic chaos stories. The local papers reported local issues;
more bombings, attacks, kidnappings and the latest moves in the
civil war. But his interest was peaked by some commentaries in the
Al - Rayam paper.

“Looks like you’re famous.”

Someone had dug up a picture of Lilly in
front of the Tomb of Ramses in the Valley of the Kings. She was
smiling dutifully but Hafiq thought her eyes looked sad.

“What’s it say?” Lilly asked curiously.

“It says you vanished at Lake Nassar and are
presumed to be inside a crocodile.”

“Oh my God!” Lilly was horrified.

“The search was called off a week ago. The
rest is all about how Egypt should look after its tourists better
and how single women shouldn’t be permitted to travel.”

“If you don’t want us to come, you shouldn’t
advertise your holidays or give us visas,” Lilly said crossly. “And
I don’t see how a wedding ring would have stopped that crocodile
from having a go at eating me.”

Privately Hafiq agreed with the editorial but
he laughed at the sparkle in her eyes. “I wouldn’t worry about it.
We always enjoy it when Egypt has a problem. Makes us feel better
about ourselves.”

Lilly gave him a wide-eyed look of wonder.
“Erm, Hafiq, are you telling me that we’re not in Egypt?”

It hadn’t occurred to him that she wouldn’t
know she’d crossed the border. “Green Eyes, this is Sudan.”