Chapter 17

He distributed kisses, leaving behind small reddish trails. Ziad supported himself with one hand, while the other caressed Aart's body.

Sliding down to his waist, he felt the uncomfortable piece of cloth blocking his path. With a pull, Ziad stripped Aart of his last piece of clothing, leaving him completely naked in front of him.

Turning away from the body below him, Ziad knelt on the bed as he looked at him. Extending his hands, he gently caressed the other's abdomen, running his hands in an orderly manner until finally stopping at the intimate spot between Aart's legs, which he cupped with his rough, warm palm.

Feeling his sensitive spot being touched, Aart arched his back, reflexively closing his legs. Trapping Ziad's restless hand between her thighs in the process.

“So eager?” Ziad teased with a light laugh, as he lowered his head and bit the other's collarbone. His own “trapped” hand began to move constantly, drawing a sigh from Aart.

Ziad fel