70. Issues With Noure -II
Saida’s POV:
I left his room with sticky thighs, a palpitating heart and shaky knees. I reddened, thinking of the fact that I had nothing underneath my dress.
′Did he keep my panties?′
I adjusted and tried to walk and act as normal as possible while I walked past the guards.
As I walked down the stairs, I couldn’t stop thinking of what had happened.
′That was so exciting. I loved it. Why try to deny how good he makes me feel? Cuz he sure does. Damn.′
I swallowed and made my way to my room. I immediately took my dress off and entered the bathroom. I stood under the shower and opened the warm water down on me. As it poured warmly down my face and body, I thought continuously.
“Asahd,” I whispered unconsciously, running my fingers through my wet hair. “I’ll never get over you.”
Eyes closed, I thought of every sweet sensation he’d made me feel, every sensual encounter we’d had, the wonderful orgasms he’d given me without even penetrating me.
His smell, his voice, his presence, his touch. They all caused some electric feeling on my inside. There was no need denying it now. I wanted him so bad, yet at the same time, I was in love with Noure?
“I’m so fucked up,” I muttered, hugging myself and feeling goosebumps cover my skin. “Asahd has me fucked up. He’s like the forbidden fruit I should’ve never tasted.”
′But you did and you want more of it every single time.′
I bit my lip, just thinking of him. I was doomed.
“I’m sorry, Noure,” I muttered. “I tried but I can’t help it but want him too.”
I swallowed hard and slowly opened my eyes. I grabbed my shower gel and applied some on myself. As I did so, I thought of the feel of his hardness lying in between my folds, rubbing me and driving me crazy. I bit my lip at the thought of the sweet feeling.
′It felt even better flesh to flesh.
Oh, Saïda. What’s happening? Your body’s betraying you.′
I thought of his soft moans and the way he kissed me, just as breathless as I was. The way he way very gentle and careful not to hurt me. His moans. His moans were like sweet music to my ears. It made me realise how much I also gave him some pleasure. And the sound of his raw groan muffled by the pillow underneath my head, had given me goosebumps.
“Will I ever get over this?” I muttered, staring at my feet. Was I ever going to get over him? Ever?
Writer’s POV:
Two days later, Saïda was sitting in the palace gardens in Noure’s company. She had nothing to worry about because he’d come with his father who had some appointment with the sultan. Plus, Asahd had followed his mother to the orphanage and they wouldn’t return anytime soon.
Saïda had not called or spoken to Noure since she’d left her apartment, quite annoyed, two nights ago. It had bothered the young man so much that he followed his father to the palace so he would take advantage of the visit to see Saida.
They sat at a table under one of the trees. Saïda had brought two tea glasses along so they would drink as they spoke.
“Saïda, dear?” Noure finally started speaking.
“Yes,” she looked at him.
“Are you still angry with me?” he asked and Saïda felt a sting in her chest. She suddenly felt bad for having treated and ignored him the way she had done recently. She’d become pissed with him for something that wasn’t even his fault.
“I’m not, Noure,” she replied. “I was just not in my mood. I’m sorry for the way I spoke to you. I didn’t know what came over me.”
Of course she did.
“Let’s forget it, please. I’m sorry.”
Noure smiled, relieved.
“Okay, my love. I’m glad we’re okay,” he took her hand in his and kissed it.
“I’m glad too. You’re also a very good friend of mine and I don’t want to hurt you,” she said and he smiled again.
“Thank you, my Darling.”
They started to chat. Well, Noure did most of the talking, talking about how he’d almost finished getting what was needed for her dowry and also spoke of his job, working in his father’s big company.
Saïda stared blankly at him, as if listening but she wasn’t even on the same planet.
She stirred the tea in her glass continuously and nonstop, staring straight and blankly at Noure, as if hypnotized or paralysed.
′I wonder when Asahd will return.′
She was completely lost in her thoughts. Noure soon realised and chuckled.
“Sweetheart, are you with me?” he mused and she snapped out, really looking at him now.
“Huh? Yeah, yeah,” she forced a smile.
“Okay love. I was saying that–”
Off again. Saïda stared at Noure speak and there was a little lump in her throat.
′He’s– He’s so boring. I don’t even understand him anymore. He doesn’t make me laugh like he used to. All he does is talk about the fricken dowry and his work.′
She frowned a little and leaned back into her chair.
′Maybe I was away from him way too long? I should try and make him a little more lively cuz for real.′
She unconsciously eyed him from head to bottom, in a weird manner.
′If we finally get married, I can’t cope with this. He’s kinda stuck up. Why didn’t I see it earlier??′
As Noure spoke, Saïda cut him immediately.
“Baby?” she called with a bright smile, putting a hand on his.
“Yes, dear?”
“Tell me,” she leaned in, smirking at him.
“Yes?”
“What do you love about me?”
Noure smiled and leaned in too, holding her hand in his.
“Your smile, your personality, your stubbornness and intelligence.”
“Okay. What else? What about me, drives you crazy?” she dared to ask in a low voice, her smirk still on.
His gaze dropped to her lips.
“Everything, Saïda.”
she smiled more, pleased with his answer.
“You think of me before you sleep?” she went on.
“Every single night,” Noure admitted, swallowing a little and watching Saïda softly caress the top of his hand with hers, as if seducing him.
“Tell me what you think of. Please,” she asked innocently, biting her lip.
Noure swallowed a little and began to look quite nervous. The way he reddened a little made Saïda smirk almost devilishly, guessing what he was thinking.
“Me in your arms?” she asked lowly.
“Yes, but I don’t think it’s right to tell you exactly what I think of. I won’t be a gentleman if I did that,” he chuckled nervously.
“Screw that, honey. I want to know,” Saïda smiled, surprising Noure who had never seen this naughty/shameless side of Saïda.
She looked him in the eyes and when he flinched a little, uncomfortably adjusting his tie, Saïda smirked wickedly. Goosebumps covered Noure’s skin.
“You want to make love to me? That’s what you think of, every night?” she murmured and Noure froze.
He seemed to be seeing someone completely different in front of him. It wasn’t the same Saïda that had left Zagreh a few months back.
“That’s what you think of, Noure. Own it. Admit it. Everyone’s got dirty thoughts from time to time. You’re not special.”
He was speechless. His lips parted and he wanted to say something but nothing came out of his mouth. Saïda giggled almost innocently and rolled her eyes, leaning back into her chair.
“My love, why so quiet?” she mused and sipped her tea. Noure stared in confusion.
“Sweetheart, are you alright?” he dared to ask that same question and Saïda looked at him.
“Mmm?” she mused.
“You’re different, Saïda.”
“No I’m not, honey. Chill,” she laughed a little. “I just thought that since we’ll be married soon, we could start being comfortable and very transparent with each other as from now.”
He was silent and stared at her.
“Chill, Noure. Gosh. I’m still a good girl, okay?” she laughed. “Open up a little to jokes, my love.”
She reached out and touched his hand, smiling. Still a little surprised, he managed to smile back.
“Okay.”
“Good.”
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Later that evening, Asahd was seated at the table with his parents for dinner when Saïda walked in with some maids which she was going to assist to serve the Royal family.
As they opened the covers of the different dishes, she could feel Asahd’s eyes on her.
While the sultan and Queen chose what they wanted, Asahd kept his attention on Saïda. Then he said:
“Please, come serve me, Saïda.”
Saïda did as told and went round to Asahd where she stood at his side.
“What would you like, my Prince?”
“Some vegetables and lamb stew, please. With the steamed potatoes.”
“Okay,” she leaned over and was bending over a little because the dishes were a little far.
Asahd looked at his parents and when he saw that they were still busy choosing what they wanted, he leaned back into his chair and his eyes dropped to her beautiful legs and up to her ass. He was shamelessly checking her out.
“How many potatoes, my Prince?” she turned and caught him staring at her ass.
She reddened immediately and Asahd smirked, winking quickly at her before anyone could notice anything.
“Three please,” he replied and she nodded, facing her front again.
Saïda’s heart skipped a beat and she froze for a second when she felt Asahd caress the back of her left, exposed thigh, with his hand. She then went on with what she was doing so no one would suspect something was wrong.
Asahd, staring ahead now, let his hand be his eyes. He caressed his way up her thigh till it was in between her inner thighs and all the way up.
He swallowed a little when he succeeded in touching her covered mound. He then let his hand over her round ass.
Just then, Saïda stood straight and he immediately pulled away. She put his plate in front of him.
“Thank you,” he said, looking up at her. She smiled a little, trying hard not to blush, though she did.
The girls then all excused themselves and left.
Asahd stared at the plate of food in front of him.
′I’m not even hungry for this. But I gotta eat it to survive.′
His thoughts amused him and he smiled at his plate, completely lost.
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