Chapter 23 - Nora
The last few days have really flown by since Sayid's proposal, I have been busy talking with my family and trying to catch them up on all the things that have been happening in my life the past couple of weeks. My sister, Jules, is pretty much just as shocked and excited as I am. She is dead set that she is going to be a princess as well, by marriage at least.
My parents know that I do things at my own pace, and I don't make decisions lightly. So they were both happy for me. It was hard getting a hold of Xavier. I ended up having to tell him through an email because his phone was shut off. He's probably away on some Navy Seals escapade.
I am pretty sure that he and Sayid will get along just fine. Xavier doesn’t even know half of what happened between me and Tyson, and the fact that it is Tyson who hurt me, but he would be the first to sign his death certificate if he ever finds out.
Liam is back from his honeymoon now, and we had the chance to talk on the phone. I tried to focus on the positive things, his honeymoon, and my engagement, but Tyson is still weighing heavily in the back of my mind.
In between talking with everyone, I still had long shifts at the hospital. Thankfully, Ian was keeping his distance, and I didn’t even hear from him or bump into him at all. On my days off I went back to my apartment to help clear out the things that I wanted to keep for now. But that place was no longer my home. My home is with Sayid.
When I finally had a longer weekend off, the only thing I wanted to do was feel the warmth of Sayid’s body envelope me, and never let me go. And that is exactly what we indulged in—each other. The evening was filled with constant pleasure, and after a blissful night of sleep, we woke up and continued where we left off. We had both awoken with the same aching need to feel each other’s connection again.
With my body still trembling from the first orgasm he gave me with his mouth and fingers, he doesn’t let up for a single second. His fingers press further into me, circling wider and wider, preparing for me to take his impressive girth once more. He is almost too considerate in the way he prepares my body, taking his time, making sure he doesn’t hurt me.
“Please,” I beg. “I need you in me now.” He moves, kneeling between my legs as he wraps my legs around him.
“As you wish, Habibti.” He pumps his cock up and down with his hand, hitting the tip against my clit. Still tender and throbbing, I moan loudly. “Such a good girl, so wet and ready for me.” The morning light spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a golden hue over his olive skin, making him look almost unreal—like some ancient god sent to worship me.
His praise washes over me as he thrusts into me. He starts slowly, circling as I accommodate this thickness. Then inch by inch, he presses deeper into me until he is all the way in. He stills inside of me, pressing tender kisses all around my face, then down to my breasts, taking one of my nipples into his mouth before continuing.
He pops his mouth off my pebbled nipple as he draws his cock slowly back, but not fully out. And with a sharp gaze, he thrusts right back in deep. I dig my fingers into the bed as he hits hard, and I scream out for him. The raw sensation is only pleasure as he fills me so completely. Being connected to him in this way makes me feel truly tethered to him.
He picks up his pace now, quicker deliberate thrusts. Guttural moans come from deep within him. The sounds he makes as he claims my body, are almost enough alone to get me off. His strong arms keep me pressed beneath him, but I do not feel trapped—only protected.
“Even though I love having you beneath me like this—you will never be beneath me. You are my equal, always at my side, and we will find a delicate balance in everything we do together.” As if his relentless strokes aren’t enough, his smooth declarations are even more to me. I am right on the edge, and he can sense it.
“Come now, Hayati. Come for me.” And I can do nothing but obey his command. I shatter under him, moaning his name so loudly that I am sure the guards can hear it in the hall. But this only intensifies his pace.
He pulls out suddenly, leaving me feeling empty for just a moment. Then he swiftly flips me onto my stomach, and pulls my hips up to meet him. He thrusts right back in, and I cry out for him, “Sayid…” He clings to my hips, I’m absolutely breathless as he drives into me. Then his phone rings.
He ignores it, barely shifting, I feel his lips brushing over my back. "I don’t care who it is, I am not finished with you." He thrusts in harder, and faster with even more need. The vibration against the nightstand buzzes again, more insistent this time. Sayid lets out a low growl, but his movements never falter.
"Sayid—" His name comes out with a squeal as I tighten around him, so close again to coming undone.
"Ignore it, Qamari," he practically growls, his voice thick with need. "I am not going to let a damn phone call stop me from making you come again." I can feel his body tensing, as he starts to chase his own release.
I cry out with a sharp moan now with every thrust, he is hitting the exact spot that was going to make me completely explode. He reaches around and starts circling my clit. “That’s right, be my good girl and come with me.”
And just like that, I shatter beneath him once more, my voice hoarse from screaming his name. “That’s right, Nora, you’re mine,” he cries out, finding his release. I feel him pumping his load deep inside of me, and the warmth spreading.
His hand moves to my stomach, holding me up, and he begins to whisper something in Arabic. It sounds like a prayer for taking his seed deep into me, but the phone rings for a third time, and I can’t fully hear what he is whispering.
He finally stills, and rests his head on my back. He exhales deeply before pulling out. My lips are swollen, and my body is still trembling as I roll over and wrap myself back in the sheets. I watch his expression darken while looking at his phone.
Sayid runs a hand through his tousled hair before hitting redial. His voice is still thick with satisfaction as he greets whoever is on the other end, but it quickly cools into something sharp and calculating. I catch only snippets of the conversation—words like "time-sensitive" and "business deal" standing out. After a short exchange, he sighs and turns to me. "I have to go, Habibti."
I give him my best pouty lip, stretching lazily across the sheets, still glowing from what he’d just done to me. "You just ruined our perfect lazy morning."
His smirk is sinful. "You seemed to be enjoying yourself well enough before the interruption."
“Why yes, my Fiancé. But I wasn’t finished with you. I need your cock in my mouth too.” His eyes darken at my dirty words, and I can’t help but smirk playfully back at him.
He pounces onto the bed, and is over me before I can say anything else. He traces my lips with his thumb. “You have no idea what your dirty words do to me, Rouhi. But I know exactly what this little mouth of yours is capable of taking.” My breath hitches. I already want him again, all of him.
He leans down, stealing a kiss that leaves me breathless all over again. “I will be back in just a few hours. And I plan on showing you exactly what your words do to me.” I can only smile as he backs out of the room, going to get dressed before leaving.
Once I hear the lock of the door behind him, I lay in bed for a few minutes, savoring the blissful ache in my body, and debating on what to do next. I decide that some time relaxing in the pool will feel nice. The thought of floating in the water, stretching out my muscles, sounds too good to pass up.
I roll out of bed, and slip on my emerald green bikini, then a black silk robe. Rome, the perfect gentleman, adverts his eyes from me the entire time as he escorts me down to the pool. He wants to accompany me all the way into the locker room, but I make him wait out in the hall. I make my way through the women’s locker room, hang my robe up on a hook by the door, and do a quick rinse in the shower before heading out to the pool.
I slowly step down in the warm water. It is both relaxing and refreshing. Once I am a few feet in, I kick back and begin to float. The feeling of weightlessness is comforting. And if I can’t be in Sayid’s embrace right now, this is as good as it's going to get.
Once I relax a bit, I transition into swimming laps. The exertion feels incredible as I quickly pass back and forth in the water. Then I spend a bit of time soaking in the hot tub. Feeling rejuvenated, I get out, wrap myself in a towel, and head back into the locker room.
I grab my wireless earbuds from my robe’s pocket, and hit play on my favorite relaxing playlist before tucking my phone back into the robe. I move to the sauna, letting the warmth seep into my skin, relaxing completely. My head rests back against the wooden panels, and my eyes begin to drift shut as I soak in the quiet.
Before I can even register that I am no longer alone in the sauna, hands are grabbing me, and my scream is being stifled by a cloth being pressed against my mouth. The last thing I remember seeing is his eyes. Taking me a moment to register the change in his complexion as I faded out of consciousness. Tyson.