110. Saïda Unleashed -2
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Asahd’s POV:
I mixed my whisky with some coca cola before going back to sit on the bed.
It was already past ten PM and Saïda and I had already had dinner.
Earlier that day, we’d gone visiting more of beautiful Rome and as usual, since we’d began our honeymoon, we had a great time.
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“What’s that?” Saïda asked, sitting up when she saw my glass.
“Some whisky mixed with cola.” I replied and picked the remote control to continue playing the movie we’d been watching.
“Oou. Um, can I have some?” she asked with an innocent smile.
I stared at her in amusement.
“Hmm. You don’t drink whisky, Saïda.” I chuckled and sipped my drink.
“I know. I actually hate its taste.”
“Then?”
“But yours is mixed with cola. Pleeeease.” she begged with puppy eyes.
′I’m melting as always. I just love this woman.′
“Sweetheart, you know you can’t handle alcohol. Your system doesn’t.” I laughed “A little sip and, woo! You’re a different human being. It’s so funny.”
I laughed and she rolled her eyes, amused.
“So? It’s not like I’m leaving this room right after. I promise to just lay in bed. For sure, it’ll make me drowsy and sleepy. Just a sip, Asahd. Please.” she mused.
I stared for a while and then sighed, giving up.
“Fine. Just a sip, Saïda.” I chuckled and raised my glass to her pretty lips.
Instead of drinking from it, she grabbed the glass.
“Give it to me,” she giggled, “I’ll just take a sip.”
’-Not a good idea.-′
I still gave it, though.
“A sip.” I said firmly and she nodded.
I watched her raise the glass to her lips.
“Saïda!” I gasped in amusement when she drank up to half of the drink. I reached for the glass but she dodged. “Give it!”
I succeeded in seizing it. Yes, she’d drank half of the whisky/cola. And that glass wasn’t a little or short one.
“Are you serious?” I laughed in shock, “This stuff doesn’t play, Saïda. The whisky I put in this is quite hard.”
“So?” she giggled and lay down on the bed again, “It tastes quite good with coke.”
“I do hope you sleep.” I chuckled and drank down what was left in a single gulp, “Maybe I should’ve drank that a little more slowly. I’m gonna get tipsy for sure.” I mused.
“And I, drunk.” she laughed.
“Well, the good thing about it is that we’ll sleep well.”
I went to drop the glass and immediately joined her on the bed.
Saïda’s POV:
′Now that I’ve drank that, I’ll just wait for it to sink in and for the effects.′
I reddened at my thoughts, feeling a little nervous but amused and excited.
Asahd climbed on the bed and got under the sheets with me. He pulled me close until I had my head on his chest and arm across his ripped tummy. He had his wrapped around my shoulders and the other under his head.
We snuggled and continued to watch the movie. He didn’t know my plans. All I had to do was wait for the alcohol effects to kick in.
′Yalah, Asahd’s making me as naughty as he is.
-And there’s absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. He’s your husband now. Do what you want to and with him!′
I smiled at my own thoughts, biting my lip and feeling my cheeks burn.
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Minutes later, my expectations were realised. I felt tipsy and drunk, actually. My head was spinning a little and I was drowsy, but not sleepy.
Above it all, I felt bold. I wanted to start talking and never end. I started feeling a little agitated and would move a little too much against Asahd.
I wasn’t the only one. Asahd too was tipsy but he wasn’t as agitated as I was. I realised it because I’d raised my head to look at him, once. He’d smirked in a rather lazy/drunk manner and it had made me laugh. And right after, he admitted being tipsy already.
“I hope you don’t wanna sleep.” I mused, laughing drunkenly.
“Nope,” he’d replied lazily, “Just a little drowsy. It was inevitable. You’re definitely drunk.” he chuckled.
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Still watching the movie, or not, I was just lying there. I looked down at Asahd’s body and noticed the bulge in his boxers printing through the white sheets.
′Do it now.′
Without thinking at all, I slowly slid my hand down his chest and underneath the sheets that covered us. He didn’t suspect anything at all.
I smiled mischievously and went further down his tummy.
′Go on.′
I went lower until I touched his waistband. Without wasting any more time, I slid my fingers underneath it and into his boxers.
I felt him tense and freeze when I did that. My breath hitched and my heart skipped a beat when I wrapped my fingers around his member.
′Oh my gosh.′
I slowly raised my head to look at him. He stared back.
“You’re tempting me?” he muttered, his gaze dropping to my lips.
I smirked and bit my lip, my cheeks burning even more.
“Y– you like it?” I whispered, slightly breathless.
“I think you already know the answer.” he whispered back and immediately, I felt him grow hard.
He felt warm. Very warm. Almost hot. It made me gasp and I stopped breathing for a while.
′Oh my gosh.′
I could literally feel him move and grow even harder as the blood rushed into his member. Asahd caressed my cheek and lowered his head to kiss me deep.
′You’re in control now. Drive him crazy.′
As we kissed passionately, my grip on his boner, tightened. I wrapped my fingers tighter around him, making him moan softly into my mouth and kiss me even deeper.
“You like it?” I dared to asked with a low, drunk chuckle.
“Yeah.” he whispered huskily, kissing me some more.
I’d never done anything like it before. But at that moment, I felt like I was unstoppable. Like I could do anything I wanted.
Slowly, I started to work my fingers. He was fully erect now and it gave me goosebumps. I could feel him throb against my fingers and palm.
He moaned softly and sent his hand underneath the sheets, too. He put it over mine and started guiding me. He made me go all the way up his hard piece, and all the way down. It made him moan dreamily.
“Now let me,” I whispered huskily and he obediently took his hand away.
’-Drive him crazy, Saïda.-′
The words repeated themselves in my head. Smiling through our hot kiss, I started to stroke him. Slowly, at first. I would go from bottom to top and vice versa, I even let my fingers play with his swollen tip.
“Ohh my gawd.” he gasped against my lips, his breathing changing. I loved the sound that left his plump lips.
′I’m loving this.′
I started increasing my speed. I went faster.
“Ahhhh...,” he moaned weakly, his breathing becoming even more raged with each sweet second.
“I want to please you–,” I murmured, kissing him softly, “– the way you please me.”
“You’re already doing so,” he moaned, burying his face in my neck and kissing me softly.
“I want to do more, Asahd.” I kissed him deep, nice and slow.
I stroked even faster and another sweet gasp escaped his lips.
“Ohhhhh...” he moaned, goosebumps covering his skin against mine. He started moving his hips and it made me smile mischievously.
′Next level. I can do this.′
I giggled lowly and pulled my mouth away from his, as well as my hand. I immediately got on top of him. I lay on him, making sure the sheets still covered us. I held his face and kissed him, moving a little so my mound would rub against the boner in his boxers.
We both moaned through our hot kiss. He caressed me, touching me everywhere and causing goosebumps to cover my skin in a sweet way.
“I love you, Asahd.” I whispered breathlessly.
“I love you even more, babe.”
I smiled and kissed him one last time.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” I smiled lazily, still feeling very tipsy and excited.
“What?” he asked, slightly breathless. I didn’t answer.
I kissed his neck and went on to trail soft kisses down and all the way to his chest.
Writer’s POV:
Saïda went lower to his tummy, and even lower. Asahd froze as he watched her, his head spinning from the alcohol and his chest heaving.
′Is she going to do, what I think?
-No. Saïda can’t.′
Or so he thought. He watched her until she disappeared after raising the sheets over her head. The fact that he couldn’t see her now, but only her silhouette underneath the sheets, got him even more excited and anxious.
Saïda kissed her way down his lower tummy and to his waistband.
′I’ll do it, alright.′
She smiled to herself and gripped the waistband. When she pulled on it, Asahd let his head fall back on the pillow. He stared at the ceiling with a racy heart and heaving chest.
′Yalah...′
He waited to see what she would do.
Saïda pulled the boxers down to his thighs. Her heartbeat was just as racy. She slowly wrapped her fingers around his dick. Asahd’s breath hitched. His thoughts were already messed up from the alcohol and even more messed up because of what he was waiting for Saïda to maybe do.
′I can’t believe I’m doing this.′
She bit her lip hard, her breathing raged.
′It’s worth it. He’s mine. Completely mine.′
She smiled one last time, drunk but aware at the same time. Saïda raised her head and then lowered it a little. Asahd froze when she kissed his tip.
′Pinch me!′
Goosebumps covered his skin and he took a deep breath.
Saïda closed her eyes, opened her mouth and took the Prince’s tip into her mouth.
Asahd inhaled deeply from his mouth when she did that, his eyes closing.
′She’s doing it. She’s really doing it!′
Saïda lowered her head even more, getting a few more inches of the Prince into her mouth.
“Ohhhhh...” Asahd moaned, his grands grabbing a hand full of the sheets at his sides.
′It isn’t that bad. I’m in control now.′
Saïda thought and took in more of him until she could no more. Asahd was a big guy, a whole lot of inches. She couldn’t get all of him and so wrapped her fingers around his remaining inches.
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Saïda raised her head till her mouth was at the top, and then went down on him again, her fingers stroking the rest of him. She repeated the process, over and over.
Asahd’s loins were on fire and he moaned breathlessly. Saïda sucked on him nice and slow, taking her time and driving him wild.
“Ohhh my gosh,” he gasped, his toes curling as the pleasure washed over him, “Ohhhhh Saïda...”
He moaned loving how she moved on him. It was like a dream. He couldn’t believe it was happening and that Saïda was actually underneath those sheets, giving him sensual head like she’d done it before.
“Fuck,” he moaned and his chest heaved faster, “I– I won’t last.”
Just the thought of Saïda pleasuring him orally, mixed with the pleasure, was enough to get Asahd closer to his orgasm.
“Damn...” he moaned weakly, his head spinning even more as her work on him started turning into sweet torture. He ran his hands over his face and up to his hair which he gripped gently. He was on fire and Saïda was killing him slowly.
“Ohhh,” his breathing was rough, “Saïda you’re killing me.” he bit his lip hard, raising his hips a little and wanting more. It felt like she was slowly draining him, sucking all his energy out. He was at her mercy alright and she was definitely in control.
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Asahd managed to raise his head a little and reach for the sheets with his hand. He raised them and looked down at her as she pleased him with her warm, wet mouth. It wasn’t a dream.
She raised her head and made eyes contact with him, taking her mouth off him. She smiled wickedly and in a drunk manner.
“It’s your turn to enjoy my mouth,” she chuckled in a rather sexy manner, “You want more?”
Asahd was speechless as well as breathless. Saïda was shocking him again and he loved the feeling that went down his spine.
“Yes,” he whispered softly, “Please...”
She smiled and he watched her take him into her warm mouth one more time. Asahd’s eyes closed and he moaned at the amazing feeling, his head falling back against the pillow.
And then, to his sweet shock, Saïda started blowing faster.
“Yeahhh, ohhh gawd.” he moaned out raw and shut his eyes tighter.
She went even faster, blowing and stroking him. Indeed, there was no way Asahd could last.
“Ahhhh!” he moaned and gripped the sheets, opening his eyes and looking down at her silhouette under, pleasuring him.
His loins were burning and his orgasm was even closer.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come, Saïda!” he gasped through raged breathing.
This made her go faster. Asahd could hardly remain still. His body was going through something.
Knowingly, Saïda raised her head and mouth off him. She sat up sat up straight with the sheets coming off her. And then, she wrapped both her hands around him and stroke him faster than ever. She was going to get him there. Asahd groaned and raised his hips, his body shivering. She looked down at him, straddling his thighs and stroking him nonstop. She loved the look he had on. She loved his groaning and moaning. She loved his gasps and heaving chest. She loved him.
“Ahhhh! I’m–” Asahd’s sentence was cut by another raw groan as an orgasm hit him hard, “FUCK!”
Saïda smiled in satisfaction when she saw his sweet expression of release and pleasure. She didn’t let him go as he came. She kept stroking him as he did so. His seed landed on his tummy and some on her upper arms. Seeing him like that gave her goosebumps and made her breath hitch.
Asahd came nonstop, loving every second of his orgasm.
When it finally stopped, he tried hard to regain his breath. His chest was heaving and he stared dreamily and drowsily at the woman above him. The one that drove him wild endlessly. She smiled down at him, her cheeks pink.
“Kiss me, please...” he gasped and reached out to touch her. Saïda immediately lowered her upper body until their lips met. Asahd held her face, kissing her deep even though still breathless. He wanted her so bad. He kissed her passionately, even tasting a bit of himself against her lips. But he didn’t care. He wanted her even more.
He broke the kiss, breathing hard.
“You liked it?” Saïda smiled, their noses still touching.
“Y– yes.” he gasped in reply, “Sit on me–” he was breathing hard, “I want to be in you. Please...”
Saïda smiled and sat up, removing her nightie. She was naked underneath. She adjusted and positioned herself above his dick that was still surprisingly hard.
He gripped her waist and she put her palms down on him for support. She eased down on his hardness until he was deep in. Both moaned in pleasure, loving the feeling.
“Grind on me like last time.” the prince whispered huskily and Saïda did as told.
She started to move on him, grinding slow and nice.