188 - Hope Al-Makki

Hope Al-Makki

Our party was still going on when Mahjub took my hand and led us to the waiting car. We were a mix of exhaustion and happiness; it's impossible not to say how radiant we were that night.

As we entered the small aircraft that soon was flying over Khartoum and taking us towards Dubai, I felt excitement for what was about to happen. The fatigue we were feeling wouldn't erase all the longing and desire I have for my husband.

I turn my back and wait for my husband; I know he's just as eager as I am for him to take me out of this dress, which is starting to squeeze various parts of my body.

My hair was a shade lighter than usual, as I'm not blonde like my mother, which doesn't sadden me; I like the tone it is. I feel the strands of my hair cascade over my shoulders as Mahjub removes the hijab I was wearing. The same one he gifted me on our wedding day.

With my back turned to have the dress taken off of me, I start feeling button after button, my body starting to be freed from all that luxurious fabric worthy of royalty, the same that I've just definitively stepped into.

"So beautiful..." Mahjub whispers against my back, his body pressed against mine. I feel his hands pressing against my belly, keeping us there together as we let out a heavy breath from exhaustion.

"Very tired?" I ask, testing my husband's mood.

"And you're not?" He retorts.

"A bit, but I'd love to be swept off my feet!" I say, biting my lip in anticipation.

"My parents always called my mother Star or Goddess..." I feel his lips on my neck, kissing gently.

"Have you figured out what you're going to call me besides Swan?" I ask, closing my eyes.

His hand travels up my body and starts massaging my breast, causing a rush of euphoria and a huge desire to be lying on that bed in front of us.

"Yes, I've figured it out!" He says confidently, and I wait to find out.

Your kisses start to intensify, and the dress I was wearing slowly slips down my body, fueled by desire. At that moment, I forgot all my questions, enjoying only the sensation of pleasure beginning to arise within me. 

Looking down, I see the pile of fabric at my feet, smiling as I feel your hands on my breasts, already hardened by the desire for your touch. Holding Mahjub's hand, which was gently squeezing my breast, he turns me around to face him. 

Our gaze connects, and in that frame of time, I can visualize our entire life... 

My time as a ballerina at the Bolshoi, savoring each of the performances I still have to do to fulfill my contract. 

Our interactions with my in-laws and Mahjub's nieces and nephews, who are growing up. I'm sure we'll always be surrounded by everyone, even my parents, who are involved in politics but won't fail to appreciate the time they have with me and Mahjub. 

Just like my siblings and nephews sitting on the couch at my parents' house, enjoying the holiday festivities around the big Christmas tree that Mrs. De Luca loves to set up to decorate our home. 

"What's on your mind that causes such a beautiful smile?" Mahjub asks me. 

"Our future!" I say, stepping out of the pile of fabric and pinning him against the cabin door. 

"My swan has become a falcon!" He says with a smile on his face. 

"Only when my desire is high, just like this plane that takes us to the clouds!" I say, bringing our lips closer. 

I see his gaze change, the burning desire and scorching sands of Sudan emerging. And at that moment, I am lifted into his arms, surrendering to the flames of desire and the longing we were feeling after all these days apart. I signed in the midst of our kiss, feeling his tongue vying for space inside my mouth.

We both sigh as we lie down on the bed; I didn't want to be away from his body. I longed to feel the warmth of his skin and the strength with which he always enters me. 

"Love..." I whimper, needy for my husband. He plants another kiss on my forehead and moves away from me, getting out of bed. I watch closely as he starts to remove the clothes he was wearing. I smile at the sight of his boxers sliding off his body, leaving him completely naked before me. 

Mahjub climbs back onto the bed, and even through the thin stockings halfway up my thigh, I could feel the heat of his skin. His fingers glide over my skin slowly, igniting and arousing me at the same time. 

I closed my eyes as his warm, moist tongue passes over my abdomen, his skilled hand managing to remove my panties. And since I was already without a bra, I saw his smile widen as he saw me naked on the bed. 

"I miss you!" He says, bringing his lips close to my nipples. 

"I miss you too!" I say, lifting my hips. 

I start to surrender to his possessive touches, even his breath demonstrating how powerful my husband is! My hands wander over his shoulders, reaching his neck and moving up until I feel his thick beard in the palm of my hand. 

"Spread your legs, Hope Al-Makki..." I smile at hearing my name. And as a submissive and obedient wife to my husband, that's what I do. 

Mahjub's hands leave my breasts, trailing down my body. Pulling his own body toward mine, which relaxed, excited by the burning desire to feel his penetration. 

I wrap one of my legs around his hip, watching his hand grip the base of his erection, guiding it towards my eagerly awaiting opening. 

"Don't torture me like this..." I grumble, missing his body. 

The mischievous smile steals my breath as he demands a kiss. I let my husband engage in a sensual dance with our tongues as I feel him slowly sliding inside me. I close my eyes, savoring the pulsations of his erection against the tight muscles within me. 

"So... tight..." His voice comes out tortured.

"Ah... more..." It's impossible not to beg for his movements, our sexes colliding against each other, leaving only the sound of our longing act to become louder than the aircraft turbines that carry us to our honeymoon.

I let my head tilt to the side, my neck free to feel his kiss and the brush of his beard. I start to feel my orgasm approaching, as fast as a comet and as hot as the sun that warms the sands of my new home.

"Aljamila..."

His praise is enough for my orgasm to explode into a million sparks, probably leaving a trail like a great comet. The comet of love I feel for my husband, but unlike in the past. The star I now call my husband won't break my heart anymore. In fact, with his request, he won me back, and here we are.

Flying above the clouds, heading towards the place that will hold the memories of our love affirmation. I embrace his body with my legs and fix my eyes on his, squeezing my pussy around his erection, exciting him even more, forcing my husband to give me what I want. His orgasm, his pleasure, his strength, and his love.