14 - Zain
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Zain
I had to fight off my grin, even though I felt a little guilty for stopping Nasrin from reaching her high. But I needed her to approve of my conditions for the marriage.
“Out with it,” she said, glaring at me.
With little thought, I brought my glistening fingers to my mouth and tasted her. Met her wide eyes, groaning at the honeyed taste of her. So sweet. So heavenly.
I pulled back and licked my lips, her exotic taste lingering in my mouth. “One, I do not want you to have any lovers after marriage. Two, we sleep in the same room. Three, we use protection.”
Her eyes blinked at me as if she was pulled out of some daze. Her beautiful caramel eyes narrowed at me. “Is that all?”
I nodded and shamelessly raked my eyes over her bare body. Blood flowing south in my body at the sight of her wet curves, her round breasts pink with my kissing and biting.
“I wish I could add another condition to have you naked when we are alone, but I do not want to get kicked in my crotch,” I confessed.
Her cheeks flamed, her eyes lowering to the said crotch, which made her neck flame red. She was flushing at the sight of my hardened d**k pressing against my stomach.
Nasrin muttered quickly, “I accept your three conditions.”
“Not the last one?” I urged.
“No,” she mused. “You are so...”
“Irresistible?”
“No.”
“Enchanting?”
“No. You are dirty and wild.”
I narrowed my eyes at her and flicked my wrist in the water so that it splashed across her. She gaped at me as I muttered, “That was not nice of you.”
She didn’t reply. She cupped her palm in the water and before I could pull back, it splashed over my face, drenching my hair, too.
Taking a deep breath, I rubbed off the water from my face, glaring at Nasrin who was smiling at me. “That was definitely not nice of you,” I whispered, holding her hand. I ignored her squeal of laughter as she closed her eyes, expecting to be held underwater in the bath.
But the sweet fool didn’t know I was smiling at her scrunched face. Her beauty awed me. Her golden skin, her sharp cheekbones, full lips that were shut closed, hiding the toothy grin.
Nasrin finally opened her eyes, her pupils widening. Without another thought, I closed my eyes and claimed her soft lips with mine. I pulled her closer, her breasts pressing against my muscular chest. I breathed when her lips burned into mine in a sweet caress.
It wasn’t like the kiss we had at the club. It was different. More intimate. More open. More passionate.
Our mouths explored each other, my hands gliding over her naked body, touching the wet naked skin while her fingers threaded in my hair. My stiffened length pressed against her legs, and I remembered how much she must be aching. How wet her p***y had been when I had interrupted her.
“Let me,” I breathed, pulling away. “Let me make you come.”
Her eyes had turned dark as she nodded, allowing my hand to dip between her legs again. My fingers rubbed over the slick juices of her arousal around her heated s*x, noticing every pant and gasp escaping her red lips, swollen with kisses.
I supported her back with a hand, her chest flush against mine, feeling her thudding heart and ragged breathing. She tried to balance herself in the bath, but she knew I had her. I wouldn’t let her slip and injure herself. I wanted to pull her onto my lap, but I was afraid that if I had her on my lap, I wouldn’t be f*****g her with just my fingers.
“Do you want me to f**k you like this, Nasrin?” I asked, my breathing harsh. “Do you want me to f**k your tight p***y with my fingers, hm?”
She nodded, her eyes closing shut when her hips pressed against my hand, riding herself on my palm. “Please,” she whispered.
I nodded, knowing what she needed. What I needed. I pushed another finger inside her, stretching her as she groaned out my name against my neck. Nasrin arched her back, her legs trembling when I repeated my action. Playing with her clit, pressing against it while f*****g her with my fingers. Her tight, velvety walls clamped around me, shivers of pleasure rolling down her spine as I held her close.
“Zain,” she moaned, her voice soft and breathy. Her eyes squeezed shut, her hips moving to meet the small thrusts of my fingers, thumb rolling over her clit.
I bit down on her n****e, sucking it in my hot mouth, groaning when she whimpered. Her sounds made me want to sin. The honeyed taste of her arousal tingled in my mouth, wishing I could pleasure her with my tongue and not just my fingers.
“C-close,” she gasped, her fingernails digging into my arms. “So close.”
I pulled back to lick and soothe the pinkish hue on her n****e, repeating my action on her other breast and curling my fingers inside her. She groaned, her body trembling as the pads of my fingers found the rough, sensitive spot I had read about. I noted her reactions and slowly did it again, her answering guttural moan assuring me to keep on repeating my actions.
“That’s it, Nasrin,” I breathed. “Come on my fingers.”
She closed her eyes. My own averting to the warmth of her dripping s*x, her walls clenching my fingers, clamping them. Her swollen clit red with the overstimulation, her slicked lips welcoming my fingers inside her, stretching her until she cursed, making a whimpering sound.
I pushed her closer, ordering her, “Open your eyes, Nasrin. Look at me.”
Her auburn orbs peeked at me from half-lidded eyes, gold and dark brown dotting the surrounding crease of dark pupils. Her lips parted in a silent moan, her body thrumming with pleasure, easing with it when her orgasm reached its peak, her body tumbling over its edge.
I held her, watching in lustful awe at the beautiful woman, her golden skin rising with goose bumps when she came. Climaxed on my fingers, coating them with her glistening juices as I watched them disappear inside her, soothing her. Rubbing her back, I smoothed a few strands that had escaped from her bun, tucking them behind her ear when her body went through the aftershocks, a flushing glow radiating from her olive skin.
“So f*****g beautiful,” I said, watching her body react to my touch.
I loved seeing her like that. Seeing a stunning woman like her come apart in my hands, making her reach her high, watching the heavy rise and fall of her breasts, flushed with her recent orgasm.
Nuzzling her neck, I breathed in the jasmine with the feminine, musky scent. “I think you have made me an addict, Princess,” I whispered in her ear. “I can’t seem to have my fill after watching you come apart in my hands.”
“Zain…” she hummed my name, the flush creeping over her arched neck and cheeks.
“I want to make you c*m again.”
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