Chapter Forty-One #2
That right there—that thought—was my rational thinking, but unfortunately, I was now blinded by every irrational circumstance that came with being with this woman.
I pumped my fingers in and out of her, and her body arched. I palmed her stomach, pressing her back to the bed, the sound of my strokes heightening and lessening, filling the space between us.
I added a third finger, stretching her. The hiss that left the space between her teeth was accompanied by a throaty moan that had her thighs quaking. “Mmm, fuck, your fingers are…”
“What.”
“They feel so good … so fucking good, sir.”
My lips fell to her nipple, hiding my smile as I satisfied my craving for another connection with her body, one I knew I couldn’t get from kissing her. I flicked the erect bud with my tongue, twirling with the same pattern and pace my fingers pleasured her.
I felt warmth from inside her, and I knew she was close, the way her body gave in entirely to me, submitting as I increased my pace, the heel of my palm rubbing against her clit with each stroke.
“Fuck … Elio … I’m close.”
I maintained my pace, and she held the back of my neck, her hips lifting.
I released her nipple, pressing my palm flat on her stomach, halting my movement and hers.
“What the—”
With three fingers still inside her, I stroked her clit with my thumb, circling the swell of her arousal sensually and shutting her up, letting her growing high dial back down into something torturingly sweet.
She rolled her hips to the swirling of my thumb, probably enjoying it.
I stopped.
She whined. “Seriously, what—”
My fingers moved inside her, thrusting and curling at a faster pace than before. Deeper until I felt her shiver when I touched that part of her that had her shivering when I entered her the first time.
I hit that spot with each thrust. She squirmed beneath me, writhing and heaving, wholly undone.
“Oh, please don’t stop.”
I stopped.
“Fucking hell, Elio. I swear to all things holy; I’ll be slitting your throat before you get to slit—mmph.” She whimpered, then I pulled my hand out and dragged my fingers up and down her slit. “You don’t plan on making me come, do you?”
“I do. Just not through my fingers.”
“What—”
I lifted myself off her. “I want to taste you. No—I apologize—I have been craving to taste you since that time in the car; I can barely control the urge.”
She blinked. “Then go ahead…”
“I will. But I also remember when you told me you could get off on my face; I’ve wanted to test that theory.”
Zahra’s brows rose; her lips curled into a sly smile as her tongue ran across her bottom lip. “This is one of the rare moments I appreciate your attention to detail.”
“That so?”
She nodded, quickly switching our positions until she was straddling me. “We really are a match made in hell.”
“A mistake.”
“One I’m pretty sure you’re grateful for.”
“You think so highly of yourself.”
“No one else does, so I gotta do it for me.”
“I think highly of you,” I told her, and it was the truth.
She looked genuinely surprised. “You do?”
“Hm. I like that you’re smart. That you challenge me.”
Her hand moved to the hem of my shirt as she pulled it over my head, throwing it to the side. For the first time since I became obsessed with cleaning, I didn’t focus on the mess we were making in my room. I was close to her, and she was the only thing that got my attention.
Her fingers trailed my chest. “I’m curious now; what else do you like about me?”
“You complement my being.”
She nodded, looking impressed with my statement. “What else?” She leaned in to kiss my throat, which bobbed at the contact.
She was lighting a fire I had no desire to quench.
“You’re interesting.”
“What else?” Her lips feathered down to my chest, licking me like there was vanilla coating my skin.
“You’re beautiful, and I love your freckles and hair.”
I felt her smile against my skin before she looked up at me. “What else?” she asked again, and my eyes memorized every speck of color in her irises.
“You,” I voiced, and raised my hand, stroking her hair away from her face and tucking it behind her ear.
“It’s near impossible to pinpoint why I like you, Zahra.
I have tried, denied it, and given it an overthought, but I can’t find a specific reason.
It’s just you.” My hand trailed down her arm to her forearm and then to the dip in her waist. “All of you.”
Her smile was small and genuine now. “I am wrong, Elio. My whole existence is wrong.”
“My life is wrong; what would one more wrong do to the other boatload of wrongs?”
She tilted her head. “It could tip you over.”
“Maybe that’s exactly what I want.”
“Or maybe it’s the sex talking; maybe you’re delusional.”
I wanted to tell her not to downplay what I had just confessed, but I didn’t. I was unknowingly giving her too many weapons. I didn’t want to cross the limit, so I said, “Hm. Maybe.”
She grinned, the topic forgotten.
“Can I test my theory now?”
She answered by moving, and I shifted further down as she got in line with my face; the sight of her glistening slit had me aching to be inside her. I had to remind myself that she wasn’t here to gratify me; she was here so I could do the gratifying.
Her hands latched onto the headboard, and mine went around both her thighs, pulling her down to my face as I licked between her slit, drawing my tongue up until I reached her clit and gave it a good suck.
“Mmmm,” I groaned, loving the way she tasted, like fucking addiction.
I sucked on her, twirling my tongue on her clit, French fucking kissing her flesh like it was the only kissable part of her body.
“Oh fuuuck,” she moaned, grinding on my face as I ate.
My tongue flicked her throbbing bud a few times before I satisfied her with a deep suck that had her breath hitching in gasps as her moans grew louder.
My tongue stroked down her clit before curling and thrusting inside her, fucking her, licking her, sucking her, feeding the Zahra addict inside me.
I loved it. I love this. I want to do this every day. Every hour. Every fucking second.
“Fuck, it feels so good; you’re doing so fucking good, sir.”
The little praise and nickname had my grip tightening on her thighs as I relished the taste and feel of her. I fucked her to unfinished sentences with each stroke of my tongue.
Her moans were unrestrained as her thighs shook, and she was coming, her warm release filling my tongue as I drank and licked her clean of my torment.
I didn’t want to stop, but her sighs sounded tired, and I allowed her the space to get off me.
I lifted myself to one of my elbows, watching her settle beside me, her head to the pillow, hair a mess as she blew out a breath and turned her head to look at me and then my lips.
“How are you so good with your tongue if you don’t have sex often.”
“I don’t know. I’m glad you think I’m good. Want to do it again?”
She laughed, the sound bubbling out of her in waves as she looked away from me, her eyes on the ceiling as the laugh died down.
“Usually, we like to recuperate,” she said, turning her head to me again. “You know, catch our breath?”
“Hm.” I couldn’t look away from her face as my hand went to her stomach, fingers grazing her skin.
“You have a tub?” she asked.
“Hm.”
“I’d like to use it,” she said, her hand rising while her fingers grazed my jaw. “Join me.”
“No.”
She frowned. “No?”
My eyes locked with hers. “I meant … I don’t often use the tub.”
“Let’s go use it together.”
I shifted. “I don’t want to.”
“Why?” she asked, lifting herself with an elbow, making my hand drop from her stomach. “Are you shy to get naked with me?”
I drew a blank look.
She chuckled. “What else do you want me to think?”
I looked away from her, my hand grazing my ring on her finger. “I don’t like too much … water … being under it. I only go under when I’m…” I trailed off.
“Yeah, your fucked-up father,” she voiced into the heavy silence, but then a frown touched her brows. “But you were in the pool with me.”
“Yes. That was because someone was drowning,” I said. “I was distracted because you were there, and I was trying to drown you.”
“What if I promise this time would be different?”
“It won’t—”
She scooted closer to me. “I’ll be there, you’ll be there, and there will be no drowning. Just me and you, in a tub … naked and wet.”
I tried to suppress a groan, but I could see myself raising a white flag.
The scene she just painted played in my head. It was amazing, but the nervousness at the pit of my stomach refused to yield.
Her finger trailed down my naked chest to my stomach. “What do you say?”
I didn’t need to speak. The look in my eyes must have told her I was agreeing to it because she was pulling me out of bed to the bathroom with her.
Surprisingly, my nervousness wasn’t as copious as the anticipation I felt when I saw her naked body standing right before me.
She was beautiful, and I was privileged enough to be standing here right now.
“You don’t plan on entering with your pants, do you?”
My gaze moved to the bathtub, and a small spike of nervousness rocked me. I didn’t let it stay as I dragged my gaze back to her.
Without overthinking it, I started to undo my belt, slipping it off and dropping it on the sink. I undid the buttons, zipped down, and slipped the pants off me before setting them on the sink too.
Zahra’s teeth bit down on her bottom lip, stopping a smile as she took steps back towards the tub and motioned for me with her index finger to walk towards her.
I watched her turn on the water, and quickly, the tub began to fill up, the sound of the water numbing my senses for a second, but they became clear soon after when I watched Zahra step into the tub big enough to fit two people.
She released her teeth from her lips, letting a wide grin spring through. “It’s like Dion’s, but bigger.” She tilted her head as the water rose to her stomach level. “You getting in?”