Previously…
Asma
Me: “Just because I’m nervous, doesn’t
mean that I don’t want it.”
And no sooner than I’d said that had the
driver lowered the mini window and announced our arrival. I think my heart
actually stopped for a couple of seconds, if that’s even possible. My whole
world was spinning. This was it. This was the moment I had been half dreading
and half looking forward to. It’s finally here… Lailat el da5l.
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3bdulla
The
moment had arrived. And in no time, she would be mine in ways that nobody else had
ever known. Bas it was obvious
inha zay3’a. 7lailha asoomty, wayed baree2a. I just hope she’s not coming
willingly just because she’s obligated to, but because she wants to. I’m sure
she does… Doesn’t she? It’s just, that lurking uncertainty in her eyes…
I
couldn’t take my eyes off of her. How beautiful the white of her dress looked
on her, and how much it had reflected her purity, her innocence. She looked so
fragile, so lost, and I wanted to comfort her, to tell her that it was all
going to be okay, but I didn’t want to scare her even more. To be honest, I was
a little nervous myself…
Asma
I
heard the running water diminish into faded trickles of droplets as I sensed
light movements inside the shower of the most luxurious room I have ever seen
in my entire life. My hair was almost fully dried up, running down my back in
long, slightly damp curls and dripping at the ends. It was very awkward to let him see my hair. So how was I
supposed to… to…
I
snuggled into my robe as I crashed on the bed, feeling exhausted, not really
expecting him to come out for at least another 10 minutes. But no sooner than 3
minutes did the door crack open, and the erotic body of my husband stepped out
with just a towel rapped loosely around his waist, his bronzed chest completely
bare, little droplets still dripping down the strong curves of his muscles. I could
definitely say that I was drooling for at least a full 2 minutes before I
snapped back and turned my head away sharply in embarrassment.
He
grinned arrogantly the whole time.
3bdulla:
“Shooo, latgoolen tst7een mny! 5ala9 ana
raylch, you can enjoy me as much as you want…”
I
refused to look at him, afraid that my expression would do no good to his ego. I
heard soft shifts of movements on the finely carpeted floor, and before I could
note what was happening, I felt the bed move down slightly as he landed right beside me. My blush shot up in
fireworks, and I willed my eyes not look at him.
3bdulla:
“Shostwaa asoomty, you don’t love me
anymore?”
He
made a fake pout, pretending to sound disappointed and hurt. I knew he was
faking it, but nevertheless fell for it. He knew me too well.
I
turned my head slowly. He was absolutely gorgeous. And his smirk climbed right
back up his cheeks.
Me:
“Ufff bassk weya hal 7arakat, you don’t have
to torture me!”
I
could tell that he was trying very hard not to laugh in my face.
3bdulla:
“Torture you? Inty el wa7eeda ele
t3athbeen 3mrch. I’m merely showing you what you have every right to ;)”
I
laughed at the humor in his eyes and hit him with the pillow. He peeked up and
gave me a playful glance. And then before I knew it, I was suddenly rolled on
my back in a swift movement as he pinned me to the bed, using his whole body as
he towered over me, a devilish spark running wild in his deep eyes.
3bdulla:
“It seems that you’re stuck now, 7beebty
;p”
Me:
“Not for long!”
3bdulla:
“Wha-”
I
suddenly squirmed beneath his grip and struggled as I attempted to push and
kick him to the side. But of course, I forgot how much heavier he was than me.
3bdulla:
“Asma stop… Asma, God damn it, stop
moving!”
I
didn’t realize that he was in fact very serious, until, of course, I saw the look
in his eyes. I froze.
He
was still towering me, his grip a little tighter on my wrist, but nothing
painful. He took in short, jagged breaths as a strip of silky hair fell down
his forehead. I pulled one of my hands from under his wrist and reached for the
loose ribbon that was hanging in midair, and I pushed it back. We stared at
each other for seconds that felt like an eternity, and then he shocked me into
a deep awareness that I had managed to ignore. Until now.
He bent down and crushed his lips on mine
with savage desire. I was filled with new sensations as I experimented with an
unfamiliar feeling; the pleasure was slowly building up as he brushed his lips
on mine with broken kisses that jumped into new ones. I freed my second hand
and unconsciously reached for his neck, pulling him down, wanting him to be
closer, wanting him to never let go. He lowered himself carefully as he settled
on his elbows, and our bodies slightly brushed together as I accidentally
moved.
He broke his kisses momentarily as he
rolled us both over to our sides, resting one elbow on the bed, the other
supporting the back of my head. His face was barely an inch away, the tips of
our noses almost touching.
3bdulla:
“You are so beautiful, my little smurf…”
He
sighed silently, as if he couldn’t help himself, and kissed me again as he
swept me into another world. I almost groaned in anguish when he broke contact,
but my voice was lost in the look of his eyes.
I
smiled at him genuinely, blushing a little. Was it wrong to be enjoying him so
much?
Me:
“3bdulla?”
His
eyes were distracted as he replied, analyzing me form top to bottom, loving the
fact that I was in fact lying in a bed next to him. Another hot blush.
3bdulla:
“Mhmm?”
Me:
“Let’s play a game.”
He
narrowed his eyes at me, half suspicious and half excited.
Me:
“Wait here…”
I
scattered off of the bed and headed over to the fruit bowl.
Me:
“We never quite ended our battle last
time…”
I
flashed a smile right before I aimed a pear at him. His eyes widened and he
reflexively reached for the pillow and hid behind it. I roared with laughter.
Me:
“You coward! Come out and fight like a
man!”
3bdulla:
“Not when you have the upper hand!”
Me:
“Pshhh, we both know I could never have
the upper hand. Your body alone is a distrac-”
I clamped my hands on my mouth and
mentally cursed myself. Damn it, not on my wedding
night! Ugggh we’ve really got to fix
my babbling problem…
3bdulla:
“Laish wagafty, kamly ;)”
Me:
“Oh shut up!”
I flung an apple, aiming at the curve of
his head that was barely peeking over the pillow to look at me. It hit him
before he could duck for cover. I jumped in triumph as I hissed the word ‘Yessssss!’ in quick breaths.
Me:
“HAHA I WINN!!!”
I
waited for his excuse, but it didn’t come.
Me:
“3bdulllaaaaa, YOU LOOOOST, don’t you
have anything to say?”
No
answer. I started to get a little worried. Maybe I should have thrown a small
piece of grape instead of an apple. Oh my God, what if I hurt him?!
Me:
“3bdulla?!”
I
rushed to the bed and blanched when I saw his eyes closed.
Me:
“3bady wake up! Oh my God I didn’t mean
to, I’m sorry ufff just wake up!! Shit oh my GOD what am I supposed to do?!
3bdulla…?”
Suddenly
I felt a hard force push me back, and I was staring yet again into the victory
that was painted on 3bdulla’s face as he towered over me.
3bdulla:
“You’re stuck again ;p”
I
pushed at his chest violently, angry and bemused at the same time.
Me:
“You ass! Don’t you EVER, I mean ever do
that to me again! Now get off of me…”
I
pushed harder, trying to make some space that would allow some punches, but as
soon as I attempted to hurl a fist at him, he jailed my hands behind my back.
3bdulla:
“When will you ever learn, my dear asma?
I always win ;)”
I
attempted an annoyed expression, but ended up laughing as I gave up trying to
escape, seeing no point given the useless amount of strength my small body contained compared to his.
When
he loosened his grip a little and relaxed, I used the element of surprise and
pushed with all my strength and managed to roll him over, this time me towering
over him. I grinned innocently at him.
Me:
“Not always 7abeeby :)”
He
pretended to sigh in defeat.
3bdulla:
“It seems not… you surprise every minute
I spend with you.”
And
there I saw it, the triumph still hidden in his eyes, and I realized that he
was letting me tower over him.
Me:
“You LET me win!”
He
gave me an innocent expression as I frowned at him.
3bdulla:
“Even YOU would let yourself win if you
could see the look you have when you win.”
Me:
“May5e9aaa!”
3bdulla:
“Bas 7abeebty…”
His
calm voice betrayed what he was about to do. He surprised me and rolled me over
again and stared right into me.
3bdulla:
“I just can’t get enough of your adorable
face. Especially when you’re ecstatic…”
He gently slid his hand into my hair,
holding me in place with an unmistaken possessiveness and authority as his
other free hand supported my back and held our bodies closer. I groaned involuntarily
as he crushed down my reply with a sealing kiss.
3bdulla:
“And I just love how you taste…”
His kisses deepened, parting my lips,
filling me with a need I had never felt before and didn’t quite recognize.
3bdulla:
“And how you respond to me…”
Every touch was an explosion of
sensation; every brush of his sweet lips a bolt of fire running down my spine.
He suddenly broke contact and raised
himself just enough to look at my face, the full-blown desire spilling in his
pale blue eyes. He whispered to me with a husky voice, his chest rising and
falling above me.
3bdulla:
“Are you ready for this?”
The
look in my eyes was answer enough and he didn’t give me time to reply; he
possessed my lips again with a fresh, new kind of hunger that chilled my cores
with a heightened, unmistakable pleasure. What happened next was yet a mystery about
to be uncovered…
To be continued…
