This was wrong, and yet...fuck it. She wasn't doing this because she liked him. She was doing it because it was convenient--and a good learning tool! She'd visit Sahar later, let her know just how easy Ihlsepar had been and how little she'd meant to him. Maybe then she'd be smarter in the future.
Yep. Solid plan. Totally the only reason she was doing this.
Those thoughts quickly melted away, though, as her clothes fell away and she felt his skin against hers, and she knew then as he suckled her breasts and slid his cock against her why he'd had so many successes. He was good--and perhaps, in a way, they were one in the same, though Nasrin would never admit it. She had more past lovers and one night stands than she could number, and she'd broken hearts before; she didn't do commitment. Maybe that was why Ihlsep bothered her, and yet why she was drawn to him--she saw herself mirrored there.
She moaned, grinding against him, her back arched, toes curled, and body on fire, and though she loved it all, she wanted more. And she had been about ready to just bloody take it, to just lift up and slam down onto him, but then--
"Ah!"
She cried out, a sharp, sudden yelp, when she felt him sink up into her. It took her breath away and she was still reeling from it when the world tilted as he rolled them over--and she let him. She grabbed at his shoulders and raked her nails down his back to his ass, digging in slightly as she held on, and she hooked her ankles behind his knees, feet pressed against the bed for purchase as she rocked up into his pounding thrusts. He was taking her so hard it was almost painful, enough there would likely be bruises later, but she didn't care as she threw her head back and cried out loudly, unable to help herself.
Ihlsep had been worried earlier about his father catching her here.
If there was any doubt that he had a woman in his room before, there was absolutely none now.