53. Wet
EXPLICIT CONTENT WARNING
Writer’s POV:
That night, before sleeping, each thought about the other and the hot kiss they’d shared in the kitchen. Saïda regretted nothing. She completely accepted the fact, once and for all. Asahd attracted her and there was no way to resist him. She’d tried several times and they all turned out to be epic fails. She drifted off in sleep, thinking about him.
It was same on Asahd’s side. He thought of her and how she’d finally given up all resistance and kissed him back, earlier in the kitchen. It made him smile and made his heart race.
“I have so much in store for you, Saïda,” he whispered dreamily. “So much. You drive me crazy.”
The desire he had for the girl was way beyond anything he’d ever felt. And he was going to prove it as well as quench that desire.
The next morning, Asahd left for work early and later that same morning, Saïda did same. They’d not had the time to see each other first, though they would have loved to. One thing was sure, both had left in very good moods.
-
During Saïda’s break, as usual, she received a call from Noure.
“Hello, Noure darling,” she said over the phone in a rather cheerful manner.
"Hello, my love. Wow, you sound quite good today.”
“Yes. I’m actually in a good mood. How’s your day, going?”
"Great. Saïda you’ve been a little distant from me recently I can understand that you’re busy, but at least let me know.”
“I’m sorry, Noure. And I apologise again for a few nights ago. I didn’t hang up. My batter was low and the phone went off. Plus, I was very tired and dozed off,” Saïda lied. It was due to the state in which Asahd had left her, that made her hang up.
′Oh, Asahd. I’m so sorry Noure. But I can’t resist Asahd. I tried and it didn’t work. I won’t try again because it’s useless. Asahd does something to me that I can’t explain. I love you, Noure. But I like him. Forgive me.′
She thought, still feeling no deep regret for what had happened with Asahd the previous night.
"Okay dear. I understand.”
That night, they all returned to the apartment. Asahd and Saïda acted cool with each other because of Djafar. Fact was, there was this feeling of excitement that washed over her the moment Asahd walked into the apartment, from work, that night. Her body told no lies. It definitely wanted him close. The shameless thoughts had caused Saïda to redden and Asahd had noticed, a knowing smile on.
After dinner and washing the dishes while the men watched TV, Saïda had retired to her room. When she heard her father tell Asahd goodnight, she knew it was only a matter of minutes before Asahd would come looking for her. And he did.
He sneaked into her room, minutes later, to her great amusement. He was shirtless with a pair of sweats on. He was so fine.
“Shhh,” he pressed a finger against his lips while he closed her door behind him. “C’mon.”
She stood and nervously approached him, almost like he could control her. Her heart skipped a beat when he pulled her closer till her chest hit his bare one.
“I missed you,” Asahd whispered and lowered his head to nibble and suckle against the sensitive side of her neck. Saïda closed her eyes as a sweet feeling went through her body and she wrapped her arms around his neck, loving the sweet feeling.
“I- I missed you too,” she stammered, still so confused with how bad Asahd was affecting even her senses.
“Oh, yeah?” he raised his head and kissed her softly. She kissed him back, feeling how wet her sensitive womanly folds were getting.
“Yeah.”
All this was so new to her. So foreign, so hot, so intense.
“That’s my babe,” Asahd let his hands slide down her waist until they rested on her ass. She froze a little. No one had touched her that way. Not even Noure.
When grabbed her and squeezed a little, Saïda gasped breathlessly and tried to say something but Asahd hushed her immediately.
“Shhh, quiet,” he whispered and licked her bottom lip. “Another word and I’ll do something real nasty to you.”
Saïda bit her bottom lip as the tingle in between her legs got worse.
“I want to be yours, Saïda,” he whispered and pressed himself harder against her till she could feel the hardness in his sweats, press against her abdomen, sending another intense signal to her folds. “You know what I was thinking?”
“What?” her voice was low, very low.
“I would fit in perfectly,” he kissed her deep and Saïda’s head spun. “But you won’t let me,” he chuckled lowly against her lips. “I understand that for now.”
She slowly opened her eyes and looked at him.
“Asahd w- we can’t sleep together.”
“I know. But who said it had to be my cock?” his reply was husky and he kissed her deep. “Please touch me, Saïda.”
That sentence gave her goosebumps.
With slightly shaky hands and completely carried away by their kiss, she let her palms slowly trail down his shoulders and to his smooth chest. She loved feel of him. She gently rubbed his chest and a low moan escaped Asahd’s lips.
She then caressed his arms, back and abed tummy, also giving her some degree of satisfaction.
“I wish I could do more. Right now, right here,” Asahd murmured.
“H- how?” her innocent question came out in a low gasp.
“You’ll see. Tomorrow night. I’ll be patient until then.”
“Okay.”
The next day, they went to work as usual and carried out their day’s activities.
By night, they returned.
-
While Saïda was warming the food, Asahd entered and wrapped her from behind. Then he whispered:
“Wear tiny shorts tonight. Light material and wait for me.”
Her heart skipped a beat.
“Ah- Asahd.”
“I won’t try to sleep with you. I promise. I won’t undress you either, okay?” he whispered.
“Okay.”
Saïda seemed not control her own thoughts and body anymore. It was a different case.
“Okay.”
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Saïda’s POV:
Later that night, I was in my room and in front of my little mirror in a pair of tiny cotton shorts and a huge T-shirt.
′This isn’t right but I’m so curious. I’m so excited and scared at the same time. I can’t help it but want Asahd. Oh my gawd. I’ll probably never understand what’s come over my reasoning. ”
I turned and went straight to my bed, getting on it and lying down before covering myself with the sheets.
Minutes later, while I was scrolling through my phone, the door opened slowly and my heart skipped several beats. Asahd stepped in and closed the door. He had nothing but his shorts on, yet I could see the bulge printing against them. I swallowed hard.
He approached the bed and I automatically scooted over. I watched in surprise when he took his shorts off, staying in nothing but boxers. I stared at the bulge in them and it shocked me every time... Made my breath hitch and my body to heat up like crazy on the inside.
When he joined me in the bed and got under the sheets too, my nervousness and anxiety increased.
′What is he going to do?? I should stop him!′
I gulped.
’This is wrong wrong wrong. Yet tempting and hot.′
“Do you trust me? I won’t harm you. I won’t try to sleep with you,” he said all of a sudden, kissing my lips.
I swallowed, feeling nervous.
“I- I trust you, Asahd.”
“Alright, sweetheart. Just let me. Okay?”
I hesitated a little. But at the same time, I trusted him.
“Okay.”
He kissed my forehead and reached for my bed lamp. He put it off and we were in darkness. My heart was racing.
′Oh, what am I doing.′
I felt Asahd sit up and then hover over me.
“Bend your knees. And part your legs,” his husky whisper was so sexy.
Nervous, I did as he told me to.
Writer’s POV:
Saïda stopped breathing when she felt Asahd, on four legs, get in between her thighs after she’d bended her knees and had opened her legs.
“Asahd.”
“Shhh,” he whispered, his body hovering over her as well his face above hers.
He then slowly lowered himself until his body was on hers and their noses were touching. A low whimper escaped her innocent lips when she felt his hardness, through the light fabric of his boxers, rub in between her moist folds. She could actually feel his lengthy bulge, press against her clt through the light fabric that both separated them from a skin to skin contact. Yet it already felt so real. So raw, to naïve Saïda.
“I won’t undress you,” Asahd whispered, his lips softly brushing against hers. “I just wanna hump you, so it quenches the fire in our loins, Saïda. I know you feel it.”
He moved a little with a thrust movement and his raging boner pressed more and rubbed some more against her sensitive folds, causing her to whimper a little in frustration and shutting her thighs tight against his.
The little act made him bite his lip and then kiss her. She wrapped her arms around him, goosebumps covering her skin. While they kissed real nice and slow, Asahd started to move a little more, pressing his hard boner against her sensitivity and rubbing it just as well. Saïda’s grip on him tightened and she moaned against his lips. It was a raw moan, muffled by his tongue making love to her mouth.
It felt so real. Like he was rubbing and humping her, flesh to flesh.
“Ohhh~” he moaned against her lips. He could feel her hard clit, poke against him as the pressure from his boner, rubbed and pressed against it. His boxers were slowly and gradually becoming moist from her juices.
“Mmm~” he moaned against her lips, “You’re so wet. I like that~”
“Ahh~” Saïda moaned and clung him, raising her hips and rubbing herself against him as well. The feeling was nothing like what she’d experienced before. She could feel the frustration building up. She wanted more.
′Tthis feels so good.′
Her thoughts were fucked up and she was drooling, unable to keep kissing Asahd back.
Asahd loved the gasps that escaped her lips, the little whimpers that sounded like she was going to cry, the way she raised her hips to grind against him while he humped her.
He was just as carried away. His erection was hurting as he wanted more?
He started to hump her faster.
“Ohh~” she moaned against his lips, her breathing getting more raged.
“Damn, you drive me crazy~” he moaned and kissed her deep.
′I wish I could bury myself so deep into her that I got stuck.′
“Aahh~” she started to grind her hips against his erection, faster. “Asahd!” she gasped, kissing him deep.
The light fabric were a huge barrier but that didn’t stop them. Asahd humped her even faster.
“Mmmf! Aah!” she gasped, feeling like her loins were on fire. The pleasure was driving her nuts and she felt like shedding tears because she wanted more. Her body was fast approaching the peak.
“It feels so gooood.”
“It sure does,” Asahd replied, breathless.
Asahd’s POV:
My head was spinning and it took me a lot of self control not to tear her shorts and make love to her till she passed out.
I was panting as I kissed her. I could tell she was close, from the way she was grinding even faster and uncontrollably against me. I loved it. It was getting me closer to the edge too.
My boxers were wet with her juices as well as my precum. I had to make her come.
I humped faster and faster to get her there.
“Asahd!” she gasped through our kiss and raised her hips one last time. “Aah~”
I kissed her deep and muffled her moans as she came. I felt her shorts get even more soaked and that was it for me. My climax was there and I realised that I couldn’t let go just by humping and I so I covered her mouth with a hand to muffle her sounds. My body shaking, I slid my other hand into my boxers and stroke myself real fast to get there. And it paid off.
I came like crazy in my boxers, muffling my own moans in her pillow.
It was the most intense thing I had ever experienced in my life. Yet, we’d not even had sex.
After long seconds of pleasure, we quieted down and the only sounds heard were our low, yet hard pants and breathing.
I weakly raised my head to see a drowsy and exhausted Saïda. She could hardly keep her eyes open to look at me and I knew they would soon close.
“That was-” she tried to speak but I hushed her.
“Shhh. Goodnight, sweetheart,” I pecked her soft lips and her eyes closed. Slowly and with shaky knees, I got off the bed. I covered her and picked my shorts. Exhausted myself and with wet boxers, I left her room.
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