Beneath Guarded Hearts - 57

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…