Humsafar .

twelve

Chapter 12.

Taste me, drink my soul, show me all the things that I shouldn't know.

HASSAN X ANAAYA

Our breath was loud, the cold air of the air conditioner blowing in the room and the heat of our bodies subsiding it.

‘’I will start with some oral stimulation on you, okay? It'll feel good." He mumbled, making sure that I was comfortable enough.

He pressed his mouth to my core in a single kiss as I gasped loudly.

My breathing uneven. My stomach was forming knots and my toes were curled. My teeth were digging deep in my lips as he continued his actions.

An hour ago we had just entered home and an hour later, we were on the bed, he hadn't even given me much time to change, claiming I wasn't going to need much clothes anyway.

I was excited, nervous but excited. My top was still buttoned and in it's place, it was only the lower part of my body that was uncovered.

My insecurities simply faded away like ash the moment he took my pants off. It was not possible to be wrapped up in my own insecurities when he was underneath me eagerly licking up the wetness that was already gathered between my legs.

He used his lips and then dragged his tongue from my entrance to my swollen bud. His tongue circled it a a few times, flicking it fast and quick, one of his hands gripped my thighs so that I couldn't move.

I was feeling helpless but in a way that I wanted to feel helpless. So all those Fifty Shades novels didn't lie. Dominance felt good, f**k, it felt amazing so far.

The sensation was too much for me. It was way too intense and pleasurable, linked with the fine lines of pain. I hadn't experienced anything so intense in my entire life, ofcourse I had experienced a few climaxes here and there but those were my crazy experiments with Ahmad, nothing like this.

The mixed feeling was making me go crazy and my craziness was making him go wild. Above him, I was clung to the headboard of the bed, my legs shaking. Whimpering and trembling, I was trying to keep my self from moving.

The new position made everything feel more extra ordinary, A moan burst out of my mouth as he sucked again.

My hands left the black headboard and found their way to his already ruffled hair.

He groaned as I pulled on his hair with a strong grip and made a sound against me that was a bit muffled. I squeezed my eyes shut as I pulled him more towards me..

He sucked and swirled his tongue over my entrance, and it did not take long before I felt a body consuming orgasm threatening to break over me.

Fuck.

"Hassan, I-" I moaned out of breath as he removed his grip from my body and placed his left palm at my entrance again.

He slowly eased two fingers into my dripping core, knowing my body like the back of his hand.

I slowly lost control of my ownself for a few minutes. A gasp escaped my lips as he moulded his fingers and curled them inside of me.

A part of me worried that he might break my hymen with just his fingers.

"It won't." f**k, had I said that out loud?

I gripped his hair one more time as he flinched and looked at me. I was sure he would be bald by the end of the night.

Suddenly my legs started to shake and I gasped from my impending orgasm.

"oh-s**t-I-....fuck-!" The words barely got out of my mouth.

I felt like breaking apart. The intensity consuming me. He still didn't stop.

His fingers and tongue swirling around it untill I was whimpering and begging him,

"Hassan, please-"

I didn't know what I was pleading for. More? Or no more?

My mind was blank, the intensity of the moment overwhelming me and engulfing me completely.

He slowly let me go and I collapsed on the bed with him collapsing on me.

"You okay?" He whispered, his hot breath against my neck.

"Perfect." I replied, chuckling..

His hands fumbled with my buttons, he roughly opened them, trying to get me to take off my shirt.

He opened the last button, more like ripped it off..leaving me in my bra. His eyes roamed around my breasts before he awkwardly unhooked it.

His hands roamed around my body, teasing, moving, tickling.

He gave me some time to adjust to my previous climax before he settled against me. He hadn't removed his boxers, but his shirt was gone.

"Try to relax, okay? If you stay stiff, it'll hurt." He advised.

How much would it hurt? Besides he had stretched me out a little bit. Hadn't he?

I wrapped my arms around him, my palms resting against his back.

"Relax." he said as he cupped my cheek and kissed my lips.

"Here we go.." He mumbled. He used his hand to cup down my entrance, opening it a little wider and finally pushing himself inside slowly.

I tightened my hold on him, trying to contain my scream.

Fucking hell!

It hurt. God, it hurt alot.

It felt like someone was ripping me apart. I whimpered when the feeling got too much and tensed even further.

"Just a little more, okay? Hey," He cupped my face, making me open my eyes. I looked at his concerned face.

"Anaaya, it'll hurt right now, I'll do it fast okay? Just go in fast and then stay there untill you're comfortable enough." He said.

"Can't you like, go in slow?" He shook his head.

"It will hurt you more if I keep on going slow, it won't fit that way, you're tighter than I expected." I nodded, allowing him to do whatever he thought was best.

"You are so beautiful," he murmured into my ear, distracting me from the pain.

He pushed in a bit further. I tensed again and then with one grunt, he slammed inside of ne tearing away my hymen.

I screamed. I actually screamed so loud that he put his hand on my mouth, muffling the sounds.

"It's okay, you're okay-" He stayed there, blowing his breath on my heated face and kissing my neck, my face, my lips, doing everything to make the painful sensation go away.

It didn't go away but along those lines of pain, I felt a tinge of pleasure.

"Can I move?" He asked, I nodded again.

Carefully, he began to thrust into me, slowly and gently. My eyes stayed fixed on his face. He was holding back alot, I could feel that.

He started to move inside, slowly and then picking up the pace. It felt uncomfortable but at the same time, there was a unique pleasure that I had never experienced before.

His pants came faster. He thrusted deeper than before and I blew out deep breaths. He  tensed with a groan, then he shuddered inside of me, filling me up.

He stopped moving, his lips against my neck, he stayed there for a while, both of us trying to catch our breath.

He pulled out and laid beside me, pulling me flush against him. I felt liquid coming out of me but I was in no mood to go and shower, my body felt tired and drained.

"I'll get you a towel." He murmured, realising the same thing as me.

I was still laid down like a dead person when I felt Hassan spread my legs apart, I felt a cool towel rubbing against my thighs and in the middle. He thoroughly cleaned me off, I peeked a glance and saw him throwing the towel on the ground.

"Fuck." I mumbled suddenly.

Hassan lazily smirked. "We just did." I groaned.

"Hassan, there's blood." I pouted, looking at the bedsheet that was now stained with blood. It felt like a period stain, with semen.

Hassan used his arms to lift me up and suddenly snatched the sheet from under me. He took out a comforter and spread it on me.

I smiled at his care.

He returned to the bed after a few minutes, his hair wet and his body, cold. He had showered.

"I feel dirty, now." I felt his chest vibrate with laughter at my lazy mumble.

I didn't hear his response to that and I was too tired to ask him anything. Instead I closed my eyes and let myself drift to sleep.