Chapter 12
CHAPTER 12
S oraiya could have sworn her heart missed a beat when Zak brought their joined hands to his lips and kissed her knuckles, one at a time. The feel of his warm breath against her skin sent shivers coursing through her body. He slipped his other hand around her waist and drew her closer to him.
He inhaled deeply. “You smell divine.”
“Perfume. French. It’s…” But, even though she wore it every day, for the life of her, she couldn’t remember what it was called.
“Your scent,” he said, looking down as he trailed his finger over the tops of her breasts before rising to her neck and lips, “is a combination of your perfume and you.” He dipped his head and kissed her neck before taking another deep breath. “It’s the smell of your skin, your sweat?—”
“I don’t sweat,” she protested weakly. “Well, not much.”
She felt his lips move into a smile against her neck and jaw as he continued his exploration upward.
“And your very essence,” he continued, before kissing her softly on the lips. As he drew away, she moved toward him, not wanting those lips to leave her. He was like a drug to her already. She knew the pleasures he could bring her, and she wanted them now.
He stepped away and guided her into the bedroom. She’d left the side lights on from earlier and it was a scene perfectly ready for seduction.
“Now,” he said, allow me.
She did not know what she was allowing him, but stood stock still while he slipped her jacket from her shoulders. It fell on the floor behind her, and he kissed her naked shoulder. Then he walked behind her, slipped the straps from her shoulders and drew down the zip, his finger tracing the long arch of her back. Goosebumps bloomed in its wake.
He pushed her gown off her shoulders, and it slithered around her feet. She stepped out of it, wearing only panties and shoes, and stood before him.
“Take them off,” he murmured, crossing his arms to watch.
She thought in that moment she’d have done anything for him, and she did as he asked. The shoes she left on. She imagined his command was for her panties only.
He stepped forward, and she felt weak under his gaze as it swept her body. He kissed her harder than he’d kissed her before and she responded in like. She adored the feel of his tongue against hers and the shivers of delight which ran through her body, intensifying deep inside of her, where the passion, aroused, throbbed and melted, as her body readied itself for him.
He groaned and pressed against her, so she could feel his erection, and she gasped, suddenly nervous. She had no means of judging his size, but he didn’t feel small and she’d never had sex before. She was suddenly scared he would be too big for her.
He pulled back, pushing away the hair which framed her face and shoulders, before it snaked down her back, tickling her bottom. “Don’t be scared. I promise we will take things slowly, and I also promise that you will like it.”
She swallowed and nodded. “I’m fine. Really.” She shrugged. She opened her mouth to speak, but he pressed his against hers.
“You’ll be more than fine, Soraiya. That much I do know about you.”
And with that, he put his hands under her bottom and lifted her up. Her legs naturally wrapped around his hips as she pressed her needy breasts against his fully clothed body, relishing the friction of her nipples against his shirt. The pulsing inside of her became more demanding as he kissed her and walked her over to the bed.
He let her legs slide back to the ground. All she could think was that he was wearing too many clothes. She began to undo the buttons of his shirt, but her fingers fumbled and with a frustrated sound, he yanked the shirt free, sending buttons flying. With a few tugs, he was shirtless.
She did as he’d done to her and pressed her nose to his chest, inhaling deeply, before kissing the patch of springy hair and lower. Before she could wrestle with his zipper, he’d taken care of it himself, easing the material over his straining cock. She hadn’t seen him naked before and couldn’t take her eyes off it. He was so large, so hard and, when she took it in her hands, he gasped and closed his eyes. She suddenly realized what power she had over him.
Keeping her eyes firmly on his face, she grasped it in both hands, feeling it twitch beneath her fingers. She shimmied her hands up its silky length until he groaned yet again, gripped her arms, and pulled her away from him.
“You do that much longer and I won’t be going slowly.”
He dipped down and kissed her breasts and she tilted her head back and swallowed, raking her fingers through his hair. “I’m not so sure I want slowly anymore,” she said breathlessly.
Together they fell back on the bed, the satin cover slippery beneath Soraiya’s bare skin. He placed his leg between hers, easing them open as their kiss deepened. She held his head between her hands as if scared he’d leave her. She wanted everything he could give her. As if to emphasize this, she wrapped her legs around him. His cock prodded at her sex, and she gasped and pulled away from the kiss.
He reached down and played with her, smiling when he discovered exactly how wet she was. He guided his cock against her, rubbing her a little and then with a small thrust he entered her part way.
She cried out, not through any pain, but through surprise.
“Are you okay?” he asked, pushing her hair away from her face.
“Yes, I’m fine. A lot more than fine.” She wriggled so that he slid into her a little more. But he resisted going too far and focused on kissing her. Slowly, she relaxed, and she felt her body accommodate him as he slid a little further inside her.
Then he pulled away. “ Habibti ,” he said, “this may hurt a little.”
Before she could reply, he thrust smoothly into her, breaking away the last barrier that lay between them. She gasped, and this time it was from discomfort. She felt a numbing pain deep inside, but she had no time to consider it because he was playing with her clitoris, and kissing her, relieving her of any thoughts except pleasure.
She’d never known that feelings of discomfort could co-exist with deep sensations of pleasure. They flowed in waves over her body.
“That’s my girl,” he whispered, as her breathing came shorter and he moved easily inside of her. Suddenly she clung to him, and cried out as wave after wave of orgasm swept through her. He thrust repeatedly inside of her and she knew, by his fast breathing and deep groans, that he’d just come.
After his breathing slowed, he withdrew from her, and they lay on their sides, facing each other. “It’ll be better next time,” he said, gently running his hands over her shoulder, arm, and bottom.
She nodded, unable to speak because of the unexpected emotions which filled her. It was much better than she’d expected. For years she’d imagined this moment, and it hadn’t included the kisses, the tenderness and her body reacting to his as if they were one.
“It was pretty good this time,” she said, kissing him and pressing her body against his, ignoring the discomfort. It was nothing compared to the feelings he gave her, which were most definitely something.
They rolled over until she was lying on top of him. She sat up, her legs astride his hips.
“Not again, not tonight,” he said, rolling her over until she lay on her back. “You will be too sore.”
“But, Zak?—”
He pressed his finger to her lips. “Enough, habibti . Trust me on this.”
And it might have been enough if he hadn’t kissed her. Because then things spiraled out of control again.
She writhed in his arms, but even though he was obviously ready to take her again, he resisted.
“Please, Zak. Just once more.”
He laughed, leaned on his elbow and traced her breasts, caressing them in a way which took her breath away. “I won’t enter you again tonight, but I will give you what you want. Lay still.”
And she did. Weak with desire, she rolled onto her back and then she was entirely at his mercy as he played with her body until she could feel the orgasm slowly mounting. And when it came, it came with a sudden blast, making her hands and feet tingle and every fiber in her body come alive.
She rolled up against him, suddenly embarrassed at how much she’d let go of her self-control in front of him. She blinked up close to his skin as he held her close. So this was what loving was all about. No wonder it caused war and bloodshed and chaos. But, she thought, as she moved her hands over his body, exploring its muscles and sinews, its dips and mounds, it also caused bliss and peace. She just hoped that loving Zak would continue to bring her this.
He stopped as she explored a bit too long in one particular place. “Enough, woman! Do you know that you ,” he said, kissing her before lying on his back to gain his breath, “are very demanding.”
The smile slipped from her face. “Oh.” She hated any sense that he hadn’t enjoyed it as much as she had.
“But,” he grinned, turning to his side and tracing her lips, “in this case, it is a very, very ,” he kissed her again, “good thing.”