When I had written the letter to Azhar informing him that I had accepted his proposal, I did mention a few things which he had agreed to instantly. For starters, I told him that since we were still knowing each other, I needed time to be fully intimate and comfortable with him. In other words, I told him that I did not want to have sex straight away, certainly not on the wedding night. I thought it would be best for us to take it slow, gain each other's comfort, intimacy and then let it happen naturally over time.
Azhar being the sweetheart that he is agreed instantly. I understand he has had the experience before multiple times but I'm sure he's still dying to have sex with me and why not, I am his wife. Yet he understood, did not force the issue and gave me the time I needed.
I wasn't entirely honest with Azhar though. Yes I needed time but we had spent quite a bit of time in the few weeks heading to the wedding and truth be told, I really wanted to sleep with him... I wanted to feel his arms around me, I wanted his fingers all over my body, I wanted to melt in his arms, eat him up, the good looking devil that he is. But as I had mentioned before, my diet plan did not go according to plan and I had failed to lose the extra weight I wanted to. The photos of Azhar's ex girlfriends and his own chiselled body and washboard abs still played on my mind. I was still jealous of the photos showing perfect skinny bodies of his ex gfs and embarrassed to show my body which is not skinny or picture perfect by any means. Plus the way The Nemesis mocked and humiliated my body had really crushed my confidence and dignity. I vowed to lose weight around my waist and softening midriff and tummy but unfortunately my weakness is food and chocolates which reminds me...Azhar himself is responsible for this as he fed me to the tilt over the last few weeks which wrecked with my diet plan. So yeah it's also his punishment that he doesn't get to see me without clothes for a few more weeks hahahah...
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After a long reception where we cut cake, then danced and celebrated, we finally came home, to Azhar's home. Today was my first night away from my home as I moved into Azhar's home. I had been to his place a few times. It was a gorgeous mansion...god I got lucky marrying this charming billionaire. I had started moving some of my stuff over the last couple of days to his place and my clothes and wardrobe were now neatly arranged in our bedroom.
The bedroom was massive, and so beautiful. It reminded me of the fairy tales I read about princesses as a kid. This was like that and the bed was decorated with flowers on the sides and on the top. My life did feel like a fairy tale now and Azhar was my charming prince who had swept me off my feet.
Throughout our wedding night, we hugged and cuddled and kissed a few times which had gotten me quite hot and aroused so I was a little worried that Azhar might want to take it further tonight but he allayed my fears by sitting me down on the bed.
I looked at his face, god his long eyelashes...and jawline with scruffy beard..I was drooling all over him and wanted to fall over him.
Azhar: "As I had answered to your letter, I totally understand and respect your decision so we will take it slow and there is no hurry...we have our entire lives in front of us and we will take it step by step to get to know each other and get intimate gradually."
I looked down now as I blushed a little and didn't want to lose myself in staring and drooling at him.
Azhar came really close to me and now his face was inches from mine. God I wished he would kiss me. He smelt so good.
Azhar: "But having said that, given how you melted in my arms when I kissed you and how you're drooling all over, the question is will you be able to resist Miss Detective?"
I looked up, shocked at his change of tone and teasing and found him smirking at me..His face so close to mine..
"Never... don't flatter yourself Mr Azh..." I never got to finish as he pressed further to kiss me and enter my mouth with his tongue. My eyes closed naturally as he pressed on further, putting pressure on me to bend on my back. I was now lying on the bed with Azhar on top of me as he continued to kiss me like he has done all throughout this night. I had my eyes closed as his tongue dominated mine and easily subdued me. Once I again my body just gave in and melted in his arms as he had his arms wrapped around my back, holding me and feeling me all over.
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The Hijabi Detective
RomanceNabila is a 27 year old Hijabi Muslim woman. She's also a Lead Detective in the police department. She has a strong sense of right and wrong which can sometimes be seen as self righteousness. She is smart, beautiful, feminist, independent and a prou...