82. Morning After
Saïda’s POV:
Slowly, I opened my eyes and looked around. It wasn’t a dream. I was in Asahd’s arms. He’d wrapped me up and I had my head resting on his chest.
It was still dark outside and I looked at the huge clock on the wall.
′Five o’clock.′
Weakly, I raised my head and looked at him. He was fast asleep and clearly as exhausted as I was.
′He finally made love to me.′
I bit my lip, goosebumps taking over my skin as I recalled what had happened a few hours ago. I’d given myself to him. I’d offered my most precious gift to him and I regretted nothing.
I stared at his beautiful face, raising my hand and caressing his face. I smiled to myself.
′Gawd, I love him so much.′
I lowered my head and kissed his soft lips.
′You made me feel amazing Asahd.′
I bit my lip, remembering how good he’d been in bed. I remembered the pleasure and how bad he made me scream his name.
′Gosh. It was amazing.′
I felt my cheeks burn and my breath hitch a little.
′He filled me up so much. He stretched me and it felt amazing.
And his deep thrusts, damn.′
I bit my lip and shut my thighs at the exciting thought.
′I think I passed out twice.′
The memory was blur but I remembered that when I came hard the first time, it was so intense that my body gave up and everything went black. The pleasure I’d felt was more than I maybe could bear.
And then, my eyes reopened a while after just to sweetly realise that he was still on me, his thrust game strong and preparing me for a second orgasm.
′Yalah, Asahd. How do you do that?′
I now understood why most of his exes came begging and rushing back to him.
I recalled the sounds of his raw groans, his moans, his licks on my neck and shoulders and his deep thrusts that had me gasping for air every single time.
There was a tingle in between my legs at the thought.
′I hope he makes love to me as much as possible. I don’t care anymore. I want more of him.′
He’d made me squirt! Squirt! Something I never even thought I could do or could believe would happen to me. And he did it on my first night! The night he took my virginity.
′I want to know what more he has in store for me.′
I lowered my head and kissed him softly, careful not to wake him up.
′I need more of him. I want more orgasms with him. He’s awakened a crave and desire I never imagined I could have. And now I have to feed these insatiable desires.
Only he can give me exactly what I want.
He’s won. He’s owned me. He promised to, and he has. What have you done to me Asahd?′
I stared at his beautiful face.
′Now it’s a fact that no other person will ever make me feel what you have. No other person will succeed in giving me the best orgasms of my life.
No one else, will own my heart and body like you do.′
I was doomed. Completely trapped in the palm of his hand. He had me. I was chained to him now.
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I wanted to spend the rest of the time left in his arms but it would soon be daytime and everyone would be up. The heavy rain had quieted down and only a few more drops could be heard. Asahd had warmed me up in the best way ever.
But I had to leave and return to my room. I was very reluctant to do so, yet I had no choice.
Careful not to wake him up, I slowly got out of the sheets wrapping us and off the bed. When I stood, I almost fell. My knees were very weak and my body was sore in a sweet way. There was a sore feeling in my back after all that arching and an even sweeter soreness in between my legs. I almost felt empty down there after having felt Asahd’s thick self, deep in me.
I tried to move and realised how sticky my thighs were. Not only was it because of my own fluids, it was also because of Asahd’s.
′Gosh, he actually came in me.′
The thought gave me goosebumps in a sweet manner. He’d done it intentionally. He hadn’t cared one bit.
’...-Take it all. I’m not getting out until you have the last drop of me...-...′
His words while he came in me, echoed in my head. My cheeks reddened. Goosebumps again.
′Oh gosh. Why did he do that?′
I bit my lip. He’d emptied himself in me so much that I felt some of it, drip out from the tight sides of my of my opening that had been completely stuffed my his hardness.
I literally shivered at the thought. Sex with Asahd was something else. It was even better than I’d imagined!
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My legs a little wobbly, I grabbed my panties and wore them. Then I got my nightgown and buttoned it up.
I looked at a sleeping Asahd one more time and went to peck his soft lips. Reluctantly, I eventually left his room.
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Asahd’s POV:
“Mmm,” I stirred in my bed.
′Saïda?′
Sleepily, I stretched an arm out and searched the bed. When I felt no one by my side, I slowly opened my eyes.
Daylight shown from the sides of my large windows. I checked time.
′Eight.′
I realised Saïda had left early before people would get up. Yawning, I stretched and rubbed my eyes, a smile drawing itself on my lips.
′I’m the happiest guy alive.′
I stared at my ceiling, still smiling.
′Finally. I made love to her. To my sweetheart.′
I sat up and yawned again, looking around. The rain had subsided and I could hear noise and voices downstairs as the servants and maids went about their duties.
“I wasn’t dreaming,” I muttered, getting off the bed and stretching. “I made love to her, perfectly well.”
I turned and looked at my bed. I realised there was a little blood stain.
′There’s no way I’m letting the maids wash or see this.′
They would know what had happened and would try to discover who I’d slept with. I immediately pulled the sheet off my bed.
′I’ll dip it in warm water with some detergent and bleach water.′
I would clean it myself.
I went to my bathroom and did so, putting it in a basin.
′The way she gasped and moaned underneath me, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as she drooled.′
I smirked as I recalled the sweet moment, going over to my bathroom’s mirror and staring at my reflection.
I smirked to myself, remembering every sweet moment. I remembered the way she groaned in that raw manner that made her arch her back and her head to fall back.
I remembered how she moaned my name out loud, running out of breath and her face turning bright red.
'-Ohh! Asaahd~!-′
At a point she’d even dug her nails into my back. I’d loved every bit of it!
′It felt like heaven being in her. Damn, she’s mine. All mine. I’d told her. Her heart is mine, and now her entire body.′
I remembered how tight she was around my dick. The thought immediately got me semierect.
′I’ll make love to you as much as possible, Saïda. As soon as I get the chance. I’ve claimed that kitty and you’ve claimed this piece.′
I stared at my reflection, goosebumps covering my skin. It still felt like a sweet dream. I remembered coming real hard in her warm folds. That made me smile.
I didn’t care and would come in her as often as possible. She was going to be my wife in one way or the other. I didn’t give a damn.
′Condom my ass. Skin to skin is amazing. Especially with the love of my life.
Proof, she passed out during and after our love making. And even squirted!′
I froze! I’d forgotten I’d made her squirt on her first night.
“Now I’m sure you’re just as addicted to me as I am to you.”
I stared proudly at my reflection. I chuckled at the thought of the idiot who thought he could take her away from me. He’d lost! Dumbass.
′Noure who?′
I smirked at my reflection, satisfied and proud of myself.
′He should go suck a dick, for all I care. Saïda’s mine forever.′
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