98. Already Leaving
Saïda’s POV:
I stirred in bed, my eyes still closed. I felt soft palms caressing my back and shoulders. Soft lips kissed my forehead and cheeks. I could hear his heartbeat, given that my head was against his chest.
I smiled in sleep, snuggling closer.
“Am I dreaming?” I whispered sleepily, caressing his smooth chest.
“No, it’s real.”
Slowly, I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He smiled down at me and goosebumps covered my skin.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” he murmured and I smiled happily.
“Good morning, my love,” I raised my head and pecked him on the lips.
We snuggled and smooched, our naked, warm bodies rubbing against each other and wrapped up in the sheets.
It still felt so unreal. Yes it wasn’t. It was real. It was happening. It was my present.
“Sex with you is something else,” I admitted with a low giggle, my cheeks already burning. “It’s nothing like I’d ever imagined it to be.”
“Oh,” he chuckled. “So you used to imagine what sex was like?” he mused. “Good Saïda wasn’t that innocent after all.”
“Shut up,” I giggled, poking him playfully. “I almost never thought of it. It really started getting into my head when, well you were around. When you started stalking me.” I mused, blushing.
“Stalking huh?” he chuckled. “You just admitted you would lust about me.”
“Oh my gosh, Asahd,” I gasped and he chuckled again. “I didn’t say that.”
“You did. Indirectly. You started really thinking about it, only when I was seducing you. And there’s no way you would imagine sex during that period, if it wasn’t with me. I’m not even asking you,” he smirked and I rolled my eyes in amusement.
′Caught. And now I think I’m addicted to having it with you.′
“And now that you’ve tasted it, you’re just as addicted to it as I am,” he murmured, as if reading my mind.
“No, I’m not,” I teased with a chuckle.
“Yes you are. And you confirm it every single time you beg me to make you come,” he caressed my cheek and my breath hitched.
“Omg, don’t say that,” I gasped and giggled nervously. I was gonna have a hard time, getting used to Asahd’s dirty talk.
“You’re gonna have to get used to the unfiltered things I say, baby,” he smiled. “Funny thing is, my dirty talking doesn’t seem to bother you while we make love.”
I reddened.
“That’s cuz I don’t really listen,” I admitted lowly. “I’m always carried away and seem to be on a different planet. All I feel is the pleasure and all I hear are my own gasps and moans, mixed with yours.”
′I didn’t just say that, did I?
-Yes you did. So what? He’s your husband.′
He smirked and pecked me.
“I love the sound of that.”
Goosebumps covered my skin when I felt him grow rock hard against my abdomen.
A low gasp escaped my lips and I looked up at him. He smirked and then turned his head to look at the huge clock that read: 9AM.
He faced me again.
“We got an hour to shower and prepare. But, I’ll be needing ten minutes for a quickie.” he smiled mischievously and my breath hitched.
“Y– you want us to,” I started in surprise but he cut me, rolling over till he was on top of me.
“Mhhm,” he hummed, kissing the side of my neck.
“Oh my,” I giggled a little, feeling ticklish. “Do you ever get tired?”
“Nope. Especially now that you’re my wife,” he smiled and slid a hand down between our bodies.
I felt him grab his erection and it pushed against my opening. My breath hitched again, awaiting that great and sweet stretch, he always caused.
“You’re gonna get me so sore,” I mused nervously.
“You think?” he smirked and when I didn’t expect it, he entered me.
“Ohhh~” I groaned and arched my back, shutting my eyes tight and feeling the sweet stretch.
I heard him moan against my neck, kissing it.
He pushed forward till he was completely buried in me. It made me gasp for air. His size always took my breath away, making me squirm.
“Oh gosh~” I moaned softly, enjoying the sweet, satisfying feeling. “You’re killing me, Asahd.”
I raised my hips a little, the tingle uncontrollable and wanting him to start moving in me. My body reacted automatically and wanted him to start humping me.
“Not really,” he chuckled deeply, suckling against my skin. “Wait for our honeymoon, and after our honeymoon. Then,” he raised his head and looked at me. “You could say I’m killing you.”
I bit my lip, feeling anxious yet excited.
′I’m definitely gonna be needing a lot of energy.′
I thought in amusement.
Asahd’s POV:
The driver pulled up in front of the palace and the doors were opened for us.
Holding Saïda’s hand, we stepped out and were welcomed by the servants.
We then entered and went to join our parents in the living room. We got there and met them, as well as my friends and Saïda’s family members.
“There they are!” my mother laughed happily and stood to come welcome us.
We touched her feet and hugged her each.
“Finally,” Djafar laughed and stood.
We went and hugged him too, as well as my father. We then greeted the other family members and friends
“See how happy they look,” my father said happily, and they all agreed.
“We’re very happy indeed,” I smiled, and pulled Saïda closer to me. They cooed and we laughed.
“Is it just me, or you look a little tired, Saïda dear,” my father said.
“Um yes, my sultan. The ceremonies really got me exhausted,” Saïda replied.
“You didn’t look tired, yesterday night, before leaving for your night,” my mother mused and everyone gasped and laughed. Saïda reddened immediately.
“Mother,” I mused and she laughed.
“What did I say wrong?” she replied and everyone laughed again.
“They’re married now. Asahd is her husband and can do whatever he wants with her, even if she’ll have to look tired every morning. As long as she isn’t complaining,” Djafar mused to our surprise and we laughed out.
“Yes. I agree with you, dear Djafar!” I laughed and they joined me.
“Yalah,” Saïda whispered, covering her mouth in amusement and her cheeks reddening.
“You heard your father,” I mused and she covered her face, shy and cringing. Everyone laughed at her reaction.
“All we care about is having, grandchildren any time soon,” my father added.
“True,” my mother and Djafar agreed.
“That wouldn’t be a problem,” I mused. “But we’re still to discuss it together. Plus, for now I just want to enjoy my wife,” I kissed her hand and she smiled shyly, blushing.
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Eventually, our friends and extended family members left the palace later that day. Some even travelled back to where they lived or studied. It’d felt great to have my buddies around.
I made sure to give everyone gifts before they all left.
-
Saïda and I waved at her aunty and cousins as they were driven out of the property. Once gone, I turned and hugged her.
“I wish Derrick, Alex and Allison had been able to make it,” I said and she looked at me.
“Oh true that they weren’t here. I thought you’d invited them?”
“I did invite them and proposed to pay all their expenses to get them here. But unluckily, their exams started the day before yesterday and they called to tell me they would not be able to make it,” I explained.
“Oh. Unlucky indeed. Maybe you can invite them some other time. Like to come visit, when they’re free. Or even for your crowning ceremony,” she proposed.
“Hey that’s not a bad idea. Okay, okay. I’ll do just that.”
“Oki,” she raised her head and pecked me on the lips.
“Now, let’s go pack our stuff. We have to be in Casablanca before night time.”
“Today?” she asked surprised.
“Yup. We have a flight tonight. Next destination, a place with sun, exotic fruit drinks, turquoise waters and warm sands. But most especially, a place where we won’t be bothered.”
She gasped like a little girl, a wide smile on that made me chuckle. She was so cute.
“That’s where our honeymoon will be?” she asked excitedly. “Is it Hawaii??”
“Nope. Cancun.”
“Omg! Yes!”
“For the first week of course.”
“First week?” she frowned in confusion.
“Yeah. Decided to make it two weeks. So, we’ll go to a place of your choice for the second week.”
“Oh my,” she was surprised. “Seriously?”
“Mhm,” I pulled her closer to me. “My wife deserves the best. And trust me, I’ll spoil you. Whether you want it or not.”
She was speechless and it made me smile.
“So now, let’s go pack our things,” I grabbed her hand and led her into the palace.
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Later, our parents accompanied us to the car.
“I’m going to miss you two. Can’t believe Asahd decided to make it two weeks,” my mother pouted and we laughed.
“It’s their honeymoon. They can take all their time,” my father mused.
“Right, father. Thank you,” I chuckled and went to hug him, Djafar and then my mother. I kissed her cheeks.
“Don’t worry, mother. I’ll be back.”
“Okay. Don’t add anymore days okay? This palace is boring without you,” she mused.
“True,” my father agreed and we laughed.
“Alright, alright,” I hugged them again.
Saïda hugged her father tight, and then my parents.
They wished us a safe journey and then we entered the car and drove out of the property.
-
“I’m already excited,” Saïda mused.
“Me too,” I smiled and held her hand. “We’ll have a few hours before the flight. We’ll use them to do some shopping for you.”
“Shopping?” she asked, surprised.
“Mmhmm. There’s a lot of sun where we’re going and so, you’ll be needing shorts, tank tops and so on. Most importantly, bikinis.”
She reddened and I chuckled.
“I’ve never bought or owned a tank top or bikinis,” she said.
“No problem. I’ll be with you. I’ll chose the ones I’d like to see on you.”
She reddened even more and it made me smirk mischievously.
“Asahd, I don’t think I would be able to wear them publicly.”
“Who said you’ll wear them in public? You’ll wear them for me and only me. I rented a private Vila on one of the beaches. We’ll be the only ones there, okay?” I reassured her and she nodded. “Good girl.”