Chapter 22 Sit on my face
Amrah
Warning!!!!!!
“I… I am fine” I clamped my legs together and tried to control myself.
Grabbing the matte brown bottle of shower gel, I pumped two pits in my palm and scrubbed myself while biting back my moans.
I was so tempted to rub my pussy just the way Zayd did it for me at the rooftop… oh!
I need help…
I washed off the lather and switched off the shower. I can't touch myself, at least not in Zayd’s bathroom with him just a wall away.
I didn't even close the door.
“Do you need anything?” he called out again and I realized I had stopped moving.
You, that's all I wanted to blurt out.
“Nothing” I slipped on the hoodie, feeling the soft fabric brushing my sensitive buds.
I need your hands on me…
The hoodie stopped right above my knees and the arms were as long as the hoodie of course. As for pants, I didn't even bother to try them on.
My jaw slacked when I walked into the room and saw Zayd in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants which hung so low on his hips.
He had his back to me looking through the bedside cabinet. His back had intricately drawn tattoos of something I could hardly recognize.
“You are done” he turned around and I swear his eyes turned darker as they landed on me.
“Yeah. The pants… it too big”
“Sorry, I have nothing of your size” his eyes trailed over my body as he spoke, I didn't want to think of the glint in his eyes.
But he didn't scare me, in fact he drew me in.
“Come here, let me dry your hair” he took a hand dryer out of the cabinet and closed it.
He plugged it in and gestured for me to sit.
I forced my eyes from his bare torso and walked toward the bed. I sat down with a parched throat and Zayd stood in front of me, between my legs.
Did I say I had nothing underneath the hoodie?
He moved closer, and my face was inches away from his… his drawstrings. I need to cleanse my mind!
I trapped my lower lip between my teeth to stop any embarrassing sound as his finger weaved through my hair gently.
“What are you thinking about?” he broke the tense silence.
“Where my key card is” I lied smoothly, but my voice trembled. I wonder if he heard it.
He hummed and continued to dry my hair until it was just enough. He switched off the hand dryer and unplugged it.
“Amrah, do you know how hard I'm trying to restrain myself from kissing you?” I didn't expect him to blurt that out.
“How much?” I raised my chin to see his face.
“So much that it is driving me nuts, but I need your permission” his eyes searched mine crazily.
“Kiss me” I threw caution to the wind again, because I was also going insane with the need for his hands on me.
My eyes followed the movement of his throat as he swallowed, “I don't just want to kiss you, I want you to sit on my face and scream my name over the sound of the rain, Amrah”
My pussy clenched in anticipation.
“Zayd…”
“I want you to cum right on my face and…”
“Do it, everything you are thinking about, I want to feel it”
“Fuck… Amrah…” I raised my hand and wrapped my fingers around his throat just as I had been thinking about.
I felt his neck at his throat move under my fingers, “Kiss me, Zayd”
His mouth smashed over mine force forcing every coherent thought in my mind. His arm wrapped around my waist pulling me up.
Blood rushed into my brain and my pussy at the same time leaving me dizzy. It wasn't his usual gentle kiss, it screamed want and long yearning.
His other hand cradled the back of my neck and tilted my head for better access. I let out ragged pants when he broke the kiss, his forehead pressed against mine.
“Last warning, I won't stop if I kiss you again”
I didn't want him to stop, and so I pressed my lips on his as if to tell him, ‘Shut the fuck up and kiss me senseless’
He lifted me and my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. My core pooled as my thighs came in contact with his bare skin.
“Ughn!” my pussy grazed his abs lightly earning a loud moan in between the kiss. He placed me above the cabinet and broke the kiss.
I looked down at his stomach to see a wet patch on it, my arousal had smeared his right there. My face flushed.
“Zayd… please, touch me” I pleaded shamelessly.
“Right away, Amrah. I just need you to tell me if there is anything you are not okay with doing with me” he cradled my face with his hot palm and his thumb grazed my lower lip.
“Touch me” I requested again and brought his hand from my face to underneath the hoodie.
His hit palm came in contact with my bare breasts and he cupped it.
“Ahnn..” I breathed out. I wanted him to pinch my erect nipples, but I couldn't bring myself to say it.
He slipped his other hand over my thighs and pulled them apart to stand in between them. I could barely think, his hands on me felt so hot that it chased away the cold air seeping in from the raging storm outside.
“You are so fucking tempting Amrah, I'm trying hard to be gentle on you but you are making it harder” he breathed against my lips, his lips hovering over mine teasingly.
“Do whatever you want to Zayd, I give you my full permission” I stuck my tongue out and licked his lower lip teasingly, my eyes trained on his.
“Fuck..!” He lifted the hoodie until it was atop my breasts.
“Hold this up, with both hands,” he ordered and my core clenched at the commanding tone.
I did as told immediately, bunching the hoodie over my breasts, his eyes raked my exposed breasts and dripping cunt shamelessly.
“You are so fucking gorgeous, Amrah. So fucking sexy” he leaned in and I thought he wanted to kiss me but he dove for my breasts, burning his face between them and kissing me right there.
“Ohn… Zayd…” His curls tickled my nipples, but he was busy sucking a mark on my cleavage.
“Oh…” He let out a light groan when my leg grazed his dick.
His dick was fully hard and I could feel it poking my inner thigh.
I'm fucked, no, I'm getting fucked tonight and I couldn't wait. My mind completely shuts off the warning blaring in my head.