Chapter 36
J ahar kisses her like he can’t get enough of her.
Like if he stopped, the world would cease to exist. Aza can’t get him close enough.
That despite wrapping her arms around his neck, digging her fingers into his hair, and strapping her legs around his waist, she still wanted more of him, wanting to devour him, to never let go.
Jahar’s hands move over her body. His fingers dig into her hips, dragging her closer to him.
And then his hands glide up her sides, giving her the most pleasurable sensation.
His hands brushed across the sides of her breasts before he rested them around her face, deepening the kiss further and sliding his tongue in farther.
Reluctantly, he pulls back for air, parting their lips only enough to bring in breaths. He stayed there, resting his forehead on hers, his lips ever so slightly grazing hers.
“I love you,” he breathes out.
“Show me.”
“Show you what?”
“Everything.”
A wicked grin spreads across his lips when he whispers, “Patience. You’ll have to be patient.”
“I have waited. For three years!”
“That you have love. And you’ve been such a good girl doing so.” He purrs against her neck, “Don’t worry. You have me all night.” He sits up, looking her in the eyes.
“And then forever after that?”
He brings his lips to hers and brushes the word “yes” against them. “You will have me forever.”
“Promise?” her words come out in a plea at his touch.
“In this world, in the next, in heaven or hell. My entire being belongs to you.” His lips crash back into hers, slinging one arm under her back, and the other clutching onto her hair.
Each movement presses his hardness against her, teasing the sensitive skin beneath her panties, between her thighs.
She couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her lips.
This ignited a ravenous hunger in the kiss.
Aza could feel her lips swelling and bruising, but she would happily take any marks he left on her body.
His hands began wandering again and found her breasts.
His hands cup her breasts, squeezing, pulling a needy moan from her.
She clung to his shirt, pulling him closer, begging him to do it harder, be rougher.
He squeezes until it almost hurts, then he releases, trading it for delicate touches from his fingertips.
Aza’s nipples pebbled at his gentle touch.
He began kneading her nipples between his fingers, which elicited another moan from her.
Jahar pulled his mouth away from her lips and traced kisses down her jawline, to the slender column of her throat.
“Choke me,” she pleads.
Something possessive flashes in his gaze as he wrapped his fingers around her neck and gently tightened.
“Harder.” She begged breathlessly.
He pressed the palm of his hand deeper into her neck. Stars spark behind Aza’s eyes and her eyes slid shut in ecstasy. She relentlessly moved her hips against him to create the friction she so desperately desired. A growl escaped him.
Jahar dived in for another kiss. Teasing her throat more and licking her lips ever so gently. Until his hands reached down, bunching her dress up to her hips.
“Yes… Please.” She whimpered.
Jahar flips her onto her stomach effortlessly.
He slowly unzips her dress. Aza could feel his weight leave the bed, then she found herself being dragged to the end of the bed, her hips being lifted into the air.
He ground himself against her lush ass. Only the sheer fabric of her panties and the fabric of his trousers stood between them.
His hand smacks her ass—a sharp, pleasurable sting.
Aza pushed back farther against him, and his fingers dug into her cheeks.
“Stand up,” he commands, voice rough with desire.
Aza obeyed, crawling off the bed and standing to face him. Her dress started to slip off her shoulders, and she instinctively reached up to hold it.
“No. Let it fall.”
Aza drops her hands, letting the dress fall.
Cool air brushes over her bare skin in front of Jahar in only her lingerie.
He stalked towards her, reaching out to feel up her arms. Goosebumps following in his wake.
His hands reached around back, unclasping her bra and letting it fall to the ground.
He steps back, taking in a sharp breath at her bare chest. He reaches out a hand once again, wrapping it around her breast. He studies the soft curve of her breasts.
Admiring them before bending down, pulling a nipple into his mouth.
Aza’s head flings back, and Jahar wraps his arm around her, keeping her from falling.
Aza moves to look down at him, gently running her hands through his hair.
She purrs at his wet tongue swirling over her nipple.
His mouth left her nipple with a pop. He took her in for another longing kiss, picking her up with his hands spread over her thighs.
He carries her, laying her on the bed once more.
He drags his mouth from hers. She lets out a whine in protest. A devilish chuckle emanated from him. His lips waste no time before they are on her skin again. He plants cascading kisses on her neck, across her chest, over her breasts, and down her stomach.
“You’re. So. Beautiful.” His gravelly words utter against her flesh in between kisses, “I am. So. In love. With you.”
Aza's heart lights up with happiness and unbearable need, “I love you more. And I have wanted you so unbelievably badly for so long.” Her words delicately roll off her tongue, “Take off your clothes.”
Jahar tsks, shaking his head while he stands again, “You’ve waited this long already, lay down and enjoy the ride.”
Aza whines once more. Holding herself up with her elbows.
“Fine. I’ll give you a preview, but only because you’ve been such a good naughty girl.” His fingers wrap around the bottom of his shirt, sliding it up his body and over his head.
Aza’s breath catches in her throat. His abs are unbelievably sculpted, pure muscle.
The honeyglow of his skin reflecting beautifully in the light.
Aza pushes herself up, sitting on the edge of the bed.
She reaches out her hand and brushes her fingers along his pecs and down his abs.
He sucks in a breath, closing his eyes. Aza moves her hand down further, skimming the line of hair that comes up from his trousers.
He snatches her hand away and tsks at her once more. He pushes her down on the bed again. He hooks a finger under her panties and pulls them down past her knee. She reaches to cover herself, but he stops her hands.
“Un uh. You're mine now. Every inch of this flawless golden skin. Every hidden and protected area. It is all mine. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes.” She stutters.
“Good. Now, lie back and let daddy take care of you.”
An electric current shoots through her legs and stomach at his words. She lies back farther, but her head is still lifted to watch what he is about to do.
He removes her panties the rest of the way. He slides his hands up and down her legs and then kneels in between them.
A flashback of this same scene takes over her vision, and she clenches her fists in fear.
“Don’t be nervous. I will make sure I finish you this time. I’m not going anywhere.”
Aza relaxes slightly as Jahar presses kisses along her knees and up her thighs. His touch draws a gasp from her, a teasing smile lingering on his lips as he gently guides her knees apart. Cool air brushes against her, and she resists the instinct to close herself off, feeling exposed and unsteady.
“You’re so wet for me. You’re such a good girl.” There’s unmistakable lust and desire in his voice, and Aza’s anxiety of being bare in front of him dissipates.
He plants his hands under her thighs and reaches out with his tongue, dragging it up her center. Aza lets out a shriek. A challenging gaze enters his eyes, and his lip ticks up in a smirk before his head disappears between her legs again.
Feathery strokes of his tongue move against her clit. Aza buries her hands into the sheets, clinging to them for dear life. Aza can’t hold in her shrieks of pleasure.
“Oh, Jahar.” Her words come out as a prayer.
This only revs him up more, and his tongue continues to dip and swirl around her clit, and his lips suck on it. Aza finds herself in waves of pleasure. Clasping a hand over her mouth in an attempt to block out her embarrassing, loud cries.
“No. You let me hear every beautiful, desperate sound that leaves those sweet lips.” He commands.
He reaches over her body, pinning her arms above her head, and leans into her face. His slick-covered lips engulf her trembling ones. Aza can taste herself on them, and she moans her approval in his mouth. She can feel his smile against her lips.
Jahar breaks their kiss to continue his good work. His tongue continues to swipe up and down, sliding a finger into her. Aza gasps at the sudden fullness.
“Oh, my sweet Aza. We will get you there.” He purrs.
Aza can’t help but worry that what he’s hiding in his trousers won’t fit.
Still, the tension eases as his finger moves within her, the pressure building in a way that makes her react.
When he curls his finger, a soft sound escapes her, and he rewards it with a teasing touch before slipping in another.
The stretch burns for a moment, but he soothes it with gentle circles of his thumb.
She hears the quiet, slick rhythm as he continues, deliberately working her open.
“Look at me.”
Aza struggles to get her body to sit up on her elbows. She can feel the heat emanating off of her cheek.
“There’s my beautiful blushing girl. Tell me, does it feel good?” He asks as he deepens his fingers and swirls faster over her clit.
“Y-yes. Oh my heavens.” Her head falls back, “Oh, baby. Ahh, please don’t stop.” She breathlessly moans.
His movements blur her thoughts, her body burning, blood humming. Pressure builds low in her belly, sharp and overwhelming, and she moves instinctively against his hand. He keeps the rhythm steady, guiding her until it finally breaks.
She lets out a cry of release. Pleasure crashes through her in waves. Jahar continues to provide for her as she comes down from the high, her body trembling. She reaches for his hand when she can no longer take any more of this euphoria.
Aza can barely move, lying there body loose with bliss. She can feel Jahar moving, but she doesn’t look towards him, just continues to feel the remnants of her orgasm, eyes closed, taking it all in.
Jahar crawls next to her, wrapping her up in his arms. Aza buries her face into him. Smelling the deliciously dark and musky smell of him that she’s grown to crave.
“How do you feel?”
“Absolutely incredible.”
He snickers, “Good. I want to make you come like that every day.”
“What about you?”
“Oh, darling. I am not even close to being done with you. I’m just giving you a moment to recharge. I have so much more to show you.”
An electrical charge shoots through her belly at the thought of experiencing more of this with him. Aza feels like she is going to explode with anticipation, but she lies there next to him, soaking up his warmth for the time being.