I responded to her, and I shouldn’t. At least not this much, not this completely.
She smiled softly at me. “You’ll see,” she told me. “Do you trust me?”
I watched her, my eyes searching hers, unable to hide my visible swallow. I would have been able to answer that question without hesitation before, but now I hesitated, supplying a tiny nod.
A lie. A false truth. I didn’t trust her… just like I didn’t trust myself. But I needed a release of this anger, something to take away the tightness in my chest, the hotness in my head.
I needed this. Her.
My chanting was forgotten.
It wasn’t just a body. It was Zahra’s body.
It wasn’t just a woman. It was Zahra. My woman.
It wasn’t just sex. It was her.
And I still can’t understand myself.
“Let me take care of you,” she said, kissing my lips. “You don’t have to see what I’m doing; you just have to feel it. Is that okay?”
Feel…Was she reading my mind? Did she somehow see in my eyes that the last thing I wanted to do was feel? Could she sense my turmoil?
“Elio?”
“Yes, it’s okay.”
She smiled before placing the mask over my eyes—and I was plunged into darkness. My heart picked up its pace, and I felt her hand on my chest, her lips on my neck, and my anticipation… grew.
I couldn’t see what she was doing; I could only feel it.
A warm tongue licked down my collarbone as her body moved, along with her lips, kissing down my chest, torso, and the hard plane of my stomach, down to the lines that led to where my straining cock dwelled.
“I want to taste every inch of your skin,” I heard her say, her breath on my skin causing a different sensation.
She rubbed me softly through my briefs, her warm palm edging my arousal.
I parted my lips, letting my breaths come out. I felt her fingers on the hem of my briefs, pulling them off my body, and then I felt her hand on me, wrapping around my cock, which was rock hard, a subject to my woman’s hand, allowing whatever torture she had for it without a fight. I felt myself growing harder as she stroked softly.
Her hand took the precum, dragging it down my length, and then I felt her warm tongue licking from my tip to the base.
I hissed.
“You have the most attractive and beautiful cock I’ve ever seen; you know that?”
“Should I thank you?” I ground out.
“I didn’t say you could respond.”
I didn’t speak after that.
She sucked me into her mouth, and my world rocked; feeling her hand on my naked thigh as she worked me to total hardness, the sensations heightened—I was surprised, wondering if this was because I couldn’t see what was happening.
Her hand felt so good wrapped around me, and my heart was hammering. I felt a rush of excitement, a budding expectancy I couldn’t explain.
I swallowed as she kissed the throbbing length like it deserved a little peck for being so responsive to her touch.
I felt her shift and then a soft click. Nothing happened for about six seconds, but then her hand was suddenly on me, and I bucked up a little, not expecting her grip, and then something came around my length. It was the toy she’d shown me; I felt a tight hold against the head of my cock and the base—locked in place, and the feel of it alone, wrapping me like a vise, had my lips parting to suck in a sharp breath.
