37.5
J ahar lay on Aza’s bed, waiting for her to return for the night. They had spent the last few nights sharing a bed, making love and waking up next to each other. Each morning, Jahar still couldn’t believe this wasn’t a dream, as Aza had always infiltrated his.
She had been the one on his mind for the past three years.
He figured that his mind and heart would have eventually given up on the fantasy of being with her after all that time, but his feelings never relented, they only continued to grow.
He hadn’t had any interest in another woman in all that time.
Even before he had met Aza, any woman he had been with, he felt like there was something missing.
He never truly loved them. He didn’t understand why until he met her.
She had been the one he had unknowingly been waiting for.
She had been the one his heart belonged to before he even knew it.
He didn’t care how much time was between them.
He only cared about the time they had left together.
He prayed to the heavens that it would be endless, because no amount of time with her would be enough.
Now here she was, the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on, walking through the bedroom entryway.
Her skin was sun-kissed, and she wore a dazzling smile on her face.
Jahar would never tire of looking at her face, that smile that warmed his heart, the sky blue of her eyes, the long lengths of her reddish-brown hair, and the perfect smoothness of her skin.
He loved her with every bit of his heart and soul.
She looked happier, and he relished it. He wanted the best for her, and he would do whatever he needed to to make that happen.
Here she seemed freer, lighter, safer. Her eyes didn’t look as haunted.
Her smile didn’t fade as quickly. She had a confidence about herself now, something she seemed to shy away from back home.
She approached him, her delicate hips swaying. She stopped in front of him, lying on the bed, placing a hand on her hip, a bright smile spread across her face.
“Hello there, darling,” a teasing smile playing on his lips.
“Hello, my love,” she says as she climbs her way onto the bed, hair falling around her face as she gazes down at him.
She looked so beautiful. Jahar reached up, caressing her face then wraps his hand around the back of her neck. He pulled her closer to him, teasing her with the promise of a kiss before pulling away. He spins her, pinning her on the bed. His fingers tangle in her curls as he rises over her.
Jahar saw her face heat, that beautiful blush that crept into her cheeks when he was around, when she wanted him. He adored her. Adored everything she did. She could do absolutely no wrong in his eyes. Even the times they had had quarrels, he still loved her with every part of his being.
Jahar wanted to take in this moment. Seeing her happy, her skin sun-kissed and flushed, her dazzling smile, and bright blue eyes. But other parts of him—the more needy parts—were running low on patience. He could feel his cock growing, throbbing for her, always her.
He slid closer to her, gently brushing his erection against her side.
Her eyes widened and the pink of her cheeks grew a shade darker.
A sinister smile played on his lips as he leaned down, face to face with her, his lips on the verge of brushing against hers.
But when she moved ever so slightly to close the gap, he pulled back, denying the kiss, teasing her.
She had teased him so many times. Tempted him, made him crazy with want. He decided she would get a little taste of her own games tonight.
Jahar began to slide a hand up her stomach, painstakingly slow, barely more than a feather’s touch.
He stopped right below her breast, cascading his hand over the fabric but not touching it.
Her eyes heated as she watched his movements.
His fingers stopped just above her nipple, but he did not engulf her breast with his hand.
He used the very tip of his fingernail to rub a quick circle around her nipple before pulling away, and beginning to run his hand delicately down her arm instead.
She made a strangled huff at the denial of instant pleasure. Her other arm snaked between them, and he could feel her hand reaching for his length. He snatched it in an instant, bringing it to lay across her stomach.
“Un-uh,” he tsked.
She shot him a pouty face, her blue eyes shadowed in her disapproval. Jahar just continued to grin down at her as he continued where he had left off caressing her other arm. He made delicate swirls around her wrist and palm of her hand.
Jahar caught her other hand moving again. She started bunching parts of her dress, in an attempt to gain access to the sweet spot between her legs. But Jahar stopped her again. This time pinning both her arms above her head. She let out a squeal, and Jahar relished in it.
He leaned in close, placing a small kiss on the tip of her nose. Then his lips travelled to her cheek, hovering close enough so that she could feel every breath he took but couldn’t feel his lips. He continues down to her chin, bypassing her lips all together.
He could tell she was trying to reach to kiss him, but he held her down firmly with her arms still strapped above her head.
He continues down the column of her throat, breathing extra heavy on it as he travels.
Her body shivered beneath him. Her legs begin squirming.
Jahar assumes she’s trying to create any friction she could to make her swollen clit pleased. But he would even keep her from that.
For now.
Jahar placed his hand across both of her legs, pressing them down just enough that she could no longer thrash and wiggle.
She grunted in protest.
“I spent all day waiting for you. Imagining what you were wearing. Longing to kiss you, to be inside you. Now you’re going to wait. I’m going to tease you until you can’t take it anymore. I want you to tell me every sexy, naughty thing you want me to do to you. I want you to beg.”
“O-okay.”
“Tell me one thing you want right now.”
“Kiss me.” She blurts, then softens, “please.”
Jahar’s control nearly slips completely right there at her quiet plea.
He feels small beads of liquid forming at the tip of his cock still stuffed in his trousers.
He dives towards her face, his lips crashing into hers.
She lets out the sweetest moan and he can’t take it.
He pushes his tongue into her mouth, dragging his lips across hers.
Their tongues dance with each other, until he slides his out to nibble on her lips.
His teeth gently biting down on her lips as he sucks on them more.
She tries to reach for him but he still has her arms pinned above her head.
His lips return fully to her. They stay there, momentarily trapped in a trance, their lips rapidly moving to each other's rhythm. Tongues continuing to swirl, and small moans making their way to each other.
“What’s next?”
“Touch me,” she begs.
“Touch you where?” He smirks.
“Everywhere,” she wiggles her body, becoming breathless.
“Un-uh. Be specific.”
“My-my… ugh!” She grunts. “ My breasts. Touch them, play with them.”
A smile teases Jahar’s lips as he cascades his hand over her breast. The wisp of fingertips gets her arching her back to force his fingers to touch her. Her nipples peek beneath her shirt. Jahar flicks once. Twice. She cries out a plea for more.
Jahar grabs her breast, cradling it in his hand. His thumb begins drawing circles around the side, before travelling up and over her nipple. He finally releases her arms so that his other hand can cradle her right breast. She arches again, pushing herself further into him.
His lips crash into hers again. His tongue dives deep and his hands squeeze her breasts. She wraps her arms around his neck pulling him in closer.
He breaks their kiss, pulling away to look her up and down.
It’s a pretty dress she has on, held together by a long line of buttons in the front, but Jahar will have no more of it.
Gripping the fabric, in one swift motion he pops them all off.
Pulling each side of the dress apart to see the light green lingerie beneath.
Aza gasps, but he engulfs it with another kiss as they squirm to remove the remainder of the dress and slip her bra off of her.
Jahar moves his mouth to her bare breasts, running his tongue over her nipple. She moans, her body reeling. He does the same to the other nipple, eliciting the same response. He drags his tongue down the center of her chest, down her stomach, and stops just above her panty line.
“What next?” He teases.
“Take me in your mouth. Use your tongue.”
He couldn’t wait to be between her thighs. To taste the sweetness of her cum. His tongue caressed her clit eliciting more sweet cum which he graciously sucked at and devoured. Above him she cries out in ecstasy as he finishes her off.
She came quickly. Horny little thing.
Jahar snaked his way back up her body. Resting his hard length between her legs, teasingly at her entrance. She looked up at him through her lashes, cheeks flushed crimson.
“P-please,” she begged.
“Please what, my love?”
“Please come inside of me.”
Jahar’s last bit of restraint snapped. He flung back, his feet landing on the floor as he tore his trousers and boxers off.
Climbing back onto the bed, he positioned himself between her thighs.
He entered her slowly, enjoying every second of her slick pussy clenching around him and her soft moans as he filled her with his cock.
He made long, deep strokes. His hands plant on either hip, squeezing them for balance and grounding. She places her hands on her inner thighs, trying to spread herself to take more of him.
He loved his greedy girl, and he wanted to give her everything. He leans forward, his mouth devouring her again. Her full lips softened once more under his. As his hands moved up her body, she purred beneath his touch.
She began relentlessly moving her hips against him. Jahar quickened his pace, nearly slamming into her, but she begged for more. He slipped his hand between them, feeling for her clit and rubbing gentle, quick circles around it. She started to whine, and he moved faster.
Her grip on his back tightened, her nails digging into his skin. But he loved the pleasure that came with that little ounce of pain. Loved how her pussy’s grip on him tightened.
She was about to come.
Jahar frantically continued to stroke her clit, and slam his swollen cock into her. The pressure building low in his stomach and creeping down his shaft. He began to hold his breath, pleading with his body to hold out, to let her finish.
And then she was crashing over the edge. Her screams of bliss filled the air as her body shook and rattled the bed. Jahar slipped into his release, spilling his seed in her, trembling from pure pleasure.
After the last of him emptied, he slid out of her, falling to his side next to her. She wiggled her way over to press against his body. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in tight. He placed a kiss on her forehead.
“I love you, my dear princess.”
“I love you more.”