51. Naughty Asahd
Saïda’s POV:
On my way to the living room, I tripped on a flat floor! I tripped. There was nothing on my path but I tripped and almost fell! That showed in what state Asahd had left me. My knees were shaky and my heart was palpitating. My forehead was a little moist and there was that same feeling, back and in between my legs.
“Are you okay?” my father asked after I’d tripped and almost fell, “You look off.”
“No. No, I’m fine,” I forced a chuckle that sounded quite real.
“Okay. Come let’s eat.”
I joined him on the couch and grabbed my plate from the little table in front of us. He was watching TV while I stared blankly ahead.
′Oh what is this, he wants to drive me crazy?′
I closed my eyes and thought of how I’d felt something warm, almost hot, yet hard in his shorts and rubbing against my thigh. I knew what it was. I definitely knew what it was.
'You see what you do to me?’ he’d asked.
There was that sweet tingle in between my legs and I shut my thighs tights, trying to make it go away, trying to calm it.
I felt a little moist down there and the thought made me redden.
′Why is he doing this to me? He promised to stay away. Why am I paralyzed whenever he traps me? Why does some greater part of me, want to stay and allow him to do what he wants, to me? Am I not supposed to love Noure? I’m so confused. I’ve never been in this situation before.
Saïda, what has come over you? I don’t recognise myself. I’m so weak around Asahd.
-That’s because you want to.′
The last thought made me frown and shake my head in frustration as I struggled to snap out of it.
“Bonne appetit!” Asahd’s cheerful voice made me open my eyes as he jumped over the other couch and landed on it. He then grabbed his plate. I swallowed.
“Thank you,” my father chuckled.
“You’re not answering, Saïda. Don’t be rude,” he said, mixing his food with a smile and without looking up at me.
“Thank you,” I replied and forced a smile so my father wouldn’t suspect there was something wrong.
“What are we watching, Djafar?” he asked casually, smiling at my father. I stopped looking at him, I didn’t want our eyes to meet. I didn’t want the shameless thoughts I suddenly had about him, to flood my mind again.
′I’m going crazy.′
“A comedy. It’s very funny. It’s about this man and–”
I stopped listening and concentrated on my meal, yet what had happened in my room earlier, continued to flood my mind no matter what.
Later that night at around past eleven PM, Noure called like he always did.
“Hello baby,” I said, trying to get Asahd out of my mind.
′Oh Noure, please make me forget about Asahd. Let’s start a good conversation.′
"Hello, my princess. I called earlier but Asahd picked.”
′And now, I’m back to Asahd.′
“Yeah, he told me. I was busy with the dinner.”
"Yes, I was told. But he spoke to me in a strange manner. Quite rude in a way. Does he have a problem with me?”
I shut my eyes and took a deep breath.
′I just knew he must have done something. I knew it.′
“No, my dear. He wasn’t in a good mood this evening. I think he was annoyed about something.”
"Oh, okay.”
“Let’s change topic. I miss you, my love. How was your day?” I asked, trying to get Asahd’s name out of our business.
"I miss you too. It was great my dear. You already asked me that when I’d called earlier during the night,”
“Oh true. Just tell me something you haven’t already. I’m quite moody and I’m trying to change my thoughts.”
"Alright my love. Um- oh, I forgot to tell you!”
“What??” I brightened, feeling a little excited.
"Mufasa finally proposed to Rèmin! After years of being together!”
“Oh my! Are you serious?? That is great! Finally! How did he do it???”
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Asahd’s POV:
I left the living room at past eleven PM. I’d stayed back to watch one last movie.
I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and then retired to my room.
After removing my T-shirt and shorts, I climbed on my bed and lay in nothing but my boxers.
′Saïda.′
She was back to invade my senses. I’d succeeded not to think of her while watching TV earlier, but now that I was alone, in the silence of my room, she was back to haunt me.
′Man can’t I keep her out of my head? Or the real question is, do I even want to keep her out of my head?
-No.′
A little smirk drew itself on my lips.
“I can’t stop thinking about you, Saïda,” I whispered to myself.
I thought of what had happened between us so far. I thought of her intriguing personality, her sometimes annoying attitude that I liked, her way of showing jealousy. Her sweet smell, her smile and laugh.
I swallowed, adjusting on my bed.
I thought of her pretty lips, her innocent face, her soft voice. The sound of her low moans, whimpers and gasps.
The blood rushed into my dick, almost immediately. I watched a bulge grow in my boxers and push against the material. My breathing was changing and my forehead was a little moist. But that wasn’t the worse part. My loins seemed to be on fire, driving me crazy.
′No other woman has made me feel this way. Look what you’ve done and caused in me in just a few days. I’m dying of desire for you.
You are definitely special, Saïda.′
I had an arm behind my head for support and the other across my stomach.
′I have to make you mine.′
My palm was flat on my stomach, but then I slowly began to slide it down my tummy till it was over the raging bulge pushing against my boxers.
′How did this even happen?′
I grabbed the bulge in my hand and squeezed a little, trying to sooth the frustration I felt. A low moan escaped my lips as I did so and I closed my eyes.
’I need to kiss her or at least hug her.′
I sat up immediately, my heart threatening to burst out of my chest. I looked around and realised I’d left my phone charging in her room.
′Perfect excuse.′
I mused, a smirk on my lips. Then, I got up and left the room. Of course I wasn’t going to dress up.
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Writer’s POV:
Saïda was now giggling lowly and whispering to Noure over the phone. She’d finally gotten Asahd out of her head. She was sitting with her legs straight on the bed and her back leaning against the bedpost.
She’d forgotten all about her worries and was at peace for the moment or so she thought.
As she listened to Noure, there was a low knock and someone opened the door. Saïda’s heart skipped a beat when Asahd entered, closing the door behind him.
Her breath hitched and the air in her lungs seemed to run out when her eyes dropped to the tight boxers he hard on. The bulge in them, swollen and printing against the fabric.
Goosebumps covered her skin and it seemed for a second that she would pass out. A whole lot of sensations and feels in her body seemed to have been activated by command. Palpitation began and her lips slightly parted, unconsciously.
Asahd smirked sexily at her and her throat went dry.
“I’m here for my phone,” he whispered.
Saïda was literally paralyzed. She wasn’t even listening to what Noure was saying on phone.
"Darling, are you listening to me?” Noure asked.
“Uh, um- Y– yeah,” Saïda stammered unconsciously, her eyes on Asahd’s lower waist.
′Is– is that his. Oh my gawd. What am I– Oh damn.′
She closed her eyes and tried hard to breathe normally. Then she opened them and avoiding Asahd’s captivating eyes, she pointed to where his phone was charging.
“Thanks,” he whispered with a knowing smile before making his way to where his phone was.
Her eyes followed his every move, automatically. She stared at his muscular and smooth back as he went towards his phone, his firm thighs and curved legs. Her mouth watered. She had no control over her own eyes.
When he bended over to unplug his phone, Saïda’s mouth seemed to water even more.
"Hahaha I’m telling you, my love. You’re listening right?”
“Y– yeah. I’m very attentive, Noure,” she replied like a robot.
"Okay. So, Mufasa was like he had to surprise her and...”
Saïda tried not to bite her lip while watching Asahd. Asahd turned and when her eyes unconsciously dropped to his boxers, he smiled mischievously.
′Saïda!′
She snapped out and looked up at him, her cheeks burning. Asahd smiled even more. Then he looked at the bulge in his own boxers and back at Saïda, and said:
“Oh, that’s what you were looking at?” he smirked and Saïda froze, speechless.
“It’s in this state because of you,” he added in a whisper.
Saïda swallowed hard.
He smiled and headed for the door but then stopped and turned.
“Oh wait,” he said. “One more thing.”
Saïda’s heart was threatening to burst out of her chest when he approached her and put one knee and his two hands down on the bed. He leaned forward and closer, closer and closer to her face.
’STOP HIM! STOP HIM!′
Her subconscious screamed! But Saïda was like paralyzed. He was already so close that their noses, touched. He could hear Noure narrating whatever and it made him smirk devilishly.
Asahd leaned closer and placed a soft kiss on her parted lips. He bit his bottom lip after doing so, loving the feeling it’d caused in him.
“Mm~ that did me good,” he whispered huskily and very lowly.
Saïda was frozen, she could feel the wetness in between her legs and her body begin to shiver. Yet, she was still paralyzed in some way.
“One more, baby,” he added and leaned over again. This time he kept his eyes open to look at her in the eyes.
Asahd slowly stuck his tongue out and licked her bottom lip with his tip. Then he put it into her slightly opened mouth and licked her upper lip from the inside. Saïda was going to pass out anytime soon if he didn’t stop!
He then placed another soft Peck on her lips and finally withdrew, getting off her bed.
“Goodnight,” he said slowly, rubbing the back of his neck, a little knowing smile appearing on his beautiful lips. His voice was low and husky. And with that, he left her.
Saïda stared blankly ahead, feeling all type of ways in between her legs. Her breathing had changed and her head seemed to hurt. Even her subconscious was silent. Her mind was silent.
"Saïda, dear? Saïda?” Noure called.
Without thinking, Saïda hung up and put her phone away. Almost like traumatised or brainwashed, she put off the lights and covered herself in the sheets.
’Sleep. Please, let me sleep.′
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