Aahil texted me about twenty minutes ago saying he was on his way to come to pick me up just as I was about to check my phone to see the time I heard a knock at my door. I drag on my thin sweater and unlock the door and there he stood with that handsome contagious smile of his.
" Sorry I'm a bit early," he says while looking into my eyes deeply. I want to look away but I know he would just find a way to bring me back
"No-no, it's okay. I was all packed anyways." I slowly moved out the way so he could come in fully. I grab a couple of bags and he takes his share. Normally I would double-check before leaving but I did that four times already.
"Forget something?" he says while picking up the last bag of mine. I look around frantically thinking I forgot something then I hear his smug laugh near the door. I scoff pushing my way past him.
" I'm just playing with you," he says while catching up with me. If he didn't have all those bags in his hands he would for sure have his arm around my waist pulling me in till there's no space left between us.
" It is too late in the night for that," I say while carefully walking down the many stairs
"lam yafut al'awan ealaa al'iitlaq lilhusul ealaa alqalil min almarah"( it is never too late for a bit of fun) his deep voice penetrates my ears making chills run down my spine. I whip my head back to him and all I can see is that dammed smirk.
"Keep playing, and you are going to start something you can't finish." I say trying to assert my dominance and emphasize"trying" because I failed
"I should be saying that to you. Are you trying to have me take you in the car?" If it wasn't for my melanin I would be red as a damn rose.
" wearing those pants making your ass show like that?" he says lowly only for me to hear he lets out a low groan
" Keep your eyes straight ahead before your trip." He scoffs, but that was enough to keep him quiet for the time being
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" Okay so I figured you didn't want to sleep in the same bed, so I set up the guest bedroom," he says while leading me down the hall. We were at the same place he took me to last time. I didn't really get the chance to look around the last time I was here.
" Thank you." I tuck one of the loose strands of hair behind my ear and he opens the door for me.
"It's nothing, it would be silly of me to assume otherwise." He places the bags in the corner for me. I turn around from placing my phone on the nightstand and his tall stature towers over me. My face was pretty much to his chest. I look up at him and feel nothing but the tension in the air.
"Well, I'll let you settle in. Sweet dreams," he says while rubbing his hand on my cheek. I keep eye contact with him and he lets out a frustrated groan.
"You know, you make it very hard for me."
"Make what hard?" he smirks but takes his other hand to pull me in my breath hitches
"You know I'm trying my best not to-" I pull his face closer to mine, and he lets out a frustrated groan
"You have been teasing me since the last time we went out, and I don't want to hurt you." Before I could even respond he places his lips on mine, grabbing the back of my neck possessively. I let out a small moan and he picks me up abruptly
"Do your worst," I say in his ear. He pins me against the wall, letting out a mischievous chuckle
"You say that now but I know once I start that little pussy of yours won't be able to take me anymore." He places his lips on my neck, taking a small bite, making me gasp
"And you see that mouth of yours." He rubs his finger in between my legs slowly inching his way to the middle. If it weren't for my jeans I'm sure he would have his fingers in me by now trying to make me cum
"I only want to hear those sweet moans coming out your mouth" With my back still pressed against the wall he tugs at my pants
"You want me to take it off." Nothing but lust and darkness was in his eyes when he looked at me.
"Did I tell you that you can speak?" His voice was deeper turning me on more than I already was
" n-" he cuts me off while throwing me on the bed
"Then why the FUCK ARE YOU SPEAKING?" He pulls my pants off while keeping eye contact with me. My breath hitches taken back by the sudden switch. He slides his finger brushing my clit instantly making me jerk from the feeling. I wanted to be touched I needed to be touched.
He slides my thong down bringing his face down to my stomach and planting little kisses until his lips meet my clit. I try to close my legs but he grabs my thighs
"Spread it for me don't hide it" I felt tingles shoot up to my palms to the back of my neck back down to my pussy. He smirks, knowing exactly what he's doing to me. He sticks two of his thick fingers in me making me let out a moan I haven't even heard come out of my mouth before.
"Mmm soon you'll be moaning my name craving for me to go deeper" he places his lips back on my clit while fingering me. I don't want his fingers I want his dick in me now. I grind up on his mouth and he slaps my thigh while moving up to my face.
"Don't be greedy, I could stop right now." The clanking from his belt coming undone almost echoed through the room his soft large hands snake around my body exploring every inch.
The tip of his dick brushes against my entrance I hold back trying hard not to push into him. He grips his member getting ready to enter me
" Jamila" I hear him call but I was in another realm. I couldn't respond all I felt was pleasure.
" fuu-" I couldn't even finish getting my moan out. His lips were glued to mine every inch of him was in me every thick inch. How can someone do this?
I feel like a damn drug addict I want more.
" Jamila." He calls again his stroke grows deeper but slightly faster. I was a moaning mess my back was arched toes were curled
" JAMILA!" My eyes open and he's standing next to my bed
Are you kidding me a fucking dream?
"Looks like you were having fun in dreamland but we have a busy day." He smirks while waiting for my response.
"Ye-yeah, I'll get ready give me like.." I look over to the clock on the nightstand
" thirty minutes." I got up from the bed and let out a sigh
"Mhm, I'll be in the kitchen." I could tell he was holding back something but given the fact that he walked in on me having a wet dream about him, I do not want to know.
Seriously Mila you are twenty-five and having wet dreams. He closes the door behind himself and I get up to get ready for the day
YOU ARE READING
Bahlam Feeki
RomanceJamila Barlowe, A young art curator embarks on her journey across the Middle East. Walking into something that was bound to happen sooner or later is this what they call fate or just bad luck only time will tell .....
