“Come here,” was all he said, pinching the bridge of his nose, and when I approached carefully, he looked down at me, and uttered, “Do you have any idea of how much I want you?” I looked down at his straining jeans, but he laughed softly. “No. Not like that.” He put my hand to his chest, just over his heart. “Here. This is where I want you.” He moved my fingers to his lips. “I need you here too.” When he tugged my hand to his temple, he looked me deep in the eye, and explained, “I want to share everything with you. My body, my heart, my mind, I want to give it all to you. Just you. But—” His brows lowered as a thought hit him. “—I don’t think you know how to share that way, do you, baby?”
What he was asking of me, I couldn’t give. Not because I didn’t want to. Because I never had it in the first place. I was desensitized. My feelings were numb. They had been fucked out of me at a very young age. But if I had those things, if I could give those things to anyone, I would give them to Aslan Sadik.
“I can’t,” I told him miserably, wanting so badly to be what he needed.
And for the first time in my adult life, I felt horribly inadequate and completely flawed.
What a strange, depressing feeling.
He took my hand and pressed his lips to my knuckles, watching me from lowered lids. When he spoke, he did it softly. “Do you trust me enough to try?”
Did I?
It was hard to speak. Aslan made me want things I had never wanted before. What a frightening thought. “Of course.” But I threw him a hard glare. “But if I don’t come, I’m going to be pissed.”
His soft laughter against my knuckles was soft, and sweet, and beautiful in a way I didn’t know existed. “I promise I’ll leave you completely satisfied.”
A sudden pang tore at my chest because he would leave me to go home to his wife. The same wife who adored him.
Aslan made me feel human in a world that told me I was a monster. Part of me loved him for that. The other part loathed him for showing me what that was like, when I could have been happily na?ve for the rest of my days.
Now I knew better. I knew what I had been missing, and it was impossible not to grieve the years I’d lost to my circumstances.
When Az descended, his full lips touched my cheek. “Put your arms around me. Hold me, Ling. Like you don’t ever want to let me go.”
I didn’t. So, I did as he asked and snaked my arms around him, careful of his wound. It was funny really; a month ago, the idea of injuring men made me hot. But when it came to this man, the idea of hurting him made my stomach turn.
What was happening to me?
My heartbeat slowed as I looked into his midnight eyes. He looked like an angel in the moonlight, and when he kissed me, I saw stars. He made love to my mouth softly before his tongue met mine, caressing it with his, and he tasted delicious, like bourbon and mint. We stood there for what seemed like hours, and for the first time in my life, my swollen lips had nothing to do with being hit, or bitten, or slapped.
His gentle kisses combined with his light touches had me reeling with anticipation. Again, not something I was used to. My kind of sex was the rough, clothes tearing kind, and Az had yet to touch me anywhere I needed to be touched. My nipples strained against my lace bra, almost as if they were reaching for his touch. My pussy ached in way I’d never experienced. My eagerness alone had my sensitive clit craving just a brush of his fingertips.
All from being kissed.
Az walked me backwards with his arms still around me until the backs of my legs hit the foot of the bed, and I assumed this was it. This was where he’d turn me, bend me over, and fuck me hard. But that didn’t happen. No. Instead, he lightly slapped my ass. “Get on the bed, baby.”
What, just as I was? No cock sucking? No removing my clothes? No removing his clothes? No demands? What the fuck?
I climbed into the center of the bed and watched in fascination as he slid onto the covers next to me, pulling me into his body. When I felt his hardness at my hip, I reached down to rub it, but Aslan’s hand intercepted mine. “Let me make you feel good. Then you can touch me.”
When his lips touched mine, I sighed into his mouth. Nothing ever felt as good as this man’s lips. He ran a hand down my side, his thumb lightly caressing the skin above my panty line, and then his lips trailed firm, open-mouthed kisses from my jaw, to my neck, lower still. Az lightly pushed me onto my back, and when his mouth left a line of kisses down the center of my body into the valley of my breasts, I arched my back, wanting more than he was giving. And from the way he chuckled, he knew it too.
Az pressed his lips to the area just below my belly button, and my stomach clenched knowing what was coming. He spread my legs and kissed me over my panties. And my pussy flooded.
Holy shit. What a turn on. A man who takes his time. Who knew?
It was unreal, the sensation. It was almost too much but also not enough. I lifted my hips to his mouth, reaching for more, and was rewarded when he pressed harder into my panty-covered core, gently nibbling and licking me through the thin material. A low moan escaped me. I felt high on what he was doing to me, and when he removed his mouth from where I needed it, I lifted my head to look at him, thoroughly disappointed.
Az smiled at me, standing before undressing slowly. When he left his boxer briefs on, I almost pouted. I wanted that cock.
He climbed on top, towering over me until his position was right, and when he lowered himself, leaning the majority of his weight on his arms, and the solid outline of his cock came to rest on my already soaked panties, I sighed, throwing my head back into the covers. As he started to move, grinding against me, I began to pant lightly.
It felt amazing and we weren’t even skin-to-skin. I was absolutely dumbfounded.
Reaching up to my tits, he yanked one cup down, revealing a taut, needy nipple. He glanced at me a moment before lowering his head and capturing that hard peak between his lips, suckling gently, and I almost came off the bed. I felt every pull of his mouth as if he were sucking my clit. His hand moved from my hip, sliding down to gently rub me over my panties and, my brows bunching, I let out a low groan.
Yes. Direct contact.
He was barely touching me, his fingertips rubbing soft circles over my lace-covered clit, and just when my pussy clenched tightly, Az asked, “Are you clean, baby?”
What? My eyes shot open.
I blinked at him, and the words were spoken quietly. “I don’t know.” Because I didn’t. It had been months since I was tested.
But Aslan’s tone held no judgment. “Okay.” He took a condom out from the waistband of his boxers and tore it open before taking them off and rolling it on. He made short work of my panties, and then he came to lie between my open legs.
I couldn’t help but query an incredulous, “Missionary?”
“Yeah.” He grinned down at me. “I want to kiss you, baby. Is that okay?”
Was that okay?
“Yeah.” I guess that was okay.
He pulled back a moment, taking his cock into his hand and guiding it to me. The moment I felt the tip of him caress my opening, my lips parted. I didn’t think there was a time in my life when I’d been more curiously turned on than now. Sure, the sex I had before got me off mainly on shock value. But this was the real thing. It wasn’t just sex. Aslan Sadik was showering me in love, and I felt it.
Az pushed, slowly, and my heart thumped in my chest as he worked himself into me, gently thrusting until I was entirely impaled. And then he moved, and I knew I’d never be the same. His eyes on me, he pulled back, driving back into me then starting a rhythm. Before long, I was hot all over, and when he kissed me, I moaned against his lips, kissing him back eagerly.
I felt it coming, but it was different this time. Normally, when I came, it came hard and fast and knocked the sense out of me. This was a slow burn. A climb.
My cunt tightened around him and his brows lowered, mouth parting. “Oh, yeah, baby. My beautiful girl. You gonna come for me, Ling?”
His softly spoken words did something to me. I felt the prickles line my spine, and when my core clamped painfully tight, my stomach clenched and my mouth rounded as my eyes shot open, completely unfocused.
Not a moment later, my entire body pulsed and I fell to pieces, milking his cock as I found my release.