The shady vermin

14

"You alright?", I asked. She shook her head, then lowered it.

"You're going to be alright, okay?", I tried to encourage her.

"And how do you know that?", she asked in disbelief.

"Because I know you. And I trust that this strong woman will rise above all the setbacks. You have before, and you won't succumb to it this time", I admonished.

She looked at me with her gleaming eyes and brought me to her warm embrace. She sank her face into my chest as if to ask me to never let go as I put my arms around her. Tight.

"Thank you so much, Saleem. You mean so much to me", she said. She was looking at me. Her eyes, again. My heart started beating backwards.

"It will be okay, I mean you always have a shoulder Nabee", I said.

She looked at me and tilted her head like a confused dog. "I do? Who?" She mumbled with a spark of hope lighting in her voice.

"You have me", I replied, and she smiled. I felt ecstatic just seeing her smile like that.

"I love you so much Nabee", and just like that, the words escaped my lips.

Before I could say another word, I felt Nabila's lips on mine. She kissed me. Why? I do not know. Just when I put my lips into the kiss to kiss properly, she pulled back.

"I'm sorry Saleem, I wanted to say I love-", I did not let her finish too, when I kissed her.

She could feel my mouth meet hers. Her lips, soft and smooth tasting like strawberry, maybe because of her lip gloss. With my soft, firm lips, pressing hers open then pulling away, an invitation to her mouth to push back against mine. Instead, she draws back.

"I've wanted this since, but why are we doing this right now, I'm really shy", she said softly.

I cover her mouth again, my tongue reaching just the tip of hers, caressing her and then withdrawing, seeming to pull her tongue back along with mine. Her instincts flow with an ease I can feel it. The lead and the follow of our kissing is seamless. I feel our breath merge, the air flowing between us warmed by our bodies. She is breathing me in, I thought. I am sure she's thinking the same. Her DNA is in my veins. We moved gradually to her bed.

My thumbs stroke her wide cheekbones, and my fingers tangle in her hair, finding the edges of her ears, the tender spot where jaw meets neck, the soft indentation underneath her chin. I suddenly let my lips leave hers and she feels them on the plate of bone in the center of her forehead, pressing it smooth, then tracing down the ridge of her nose, her upper lip, and dropping a chain of kisses around her mouth. So doing she imagines a circlet of pearls that my kisses have left on her face.
She has not felt anything like this in a long while, I'm sure. My lips, my tongue, my fingers, caressing the fibers of her mind. She throws off the towel, though I didn't see to which direction.
She adjusts the pillow behind her, and leans her back against it, freeing more of her energy to kiss, to concentrate on the sensations of me kissing her. What am I doing? I thought. I am kissing her, and soon I will be...? Should I be? . But the swirls of ecstasy were making me have thoughts—This should not be happening. This is not my world but it is: my tongue running down the cords of her neck, digging into the hollows of her collarbones. My hands are moving up under her wet shirt, searching for bare skin.

She trails her hand down my ribcage and back behind her, to push away from the bed and press up into me. She edges to the left, settles herself against the edge of the mattress, half sitting, and raises one knee, resting her foot against the wall. Her bent leg presses on the outside of my thigh. She puts her hands on my hips, feels the bones beneath my trousers, and pulls me toward her. So I stop. Hoping her heart flips.
I don't know what I'm doing. I've gone too far. I draw back just far enough that she can focus on my face. My eyes search hers. My hands are under her skirt now, fingers tracing the lace edges of her underwear across the ridges of the tendons, then further down, further in. My thumbs press on her: a question. The energy inside her body jumps toward me.
"Yes," she moans.
She presses her hands against the mattress to lift her weight as I draw her underwear down. She buries her gaze in the dark forest of my hair as she feels the fabric brush over her knees, across the bony points of her ankles, along the tops of her feet. Gone.
As I straighten up, she sees me grin, rather seemingly blushing. The feeling of her own smile makes her blush. The joy.

My hands are under her shirt again. I pressed on the lowest rib, then the one above it, moving from the outside to the center, then away, up and out to the far edge of the next rib. She hooks her hands tight on my shoulders.
I wrapped one long arm around her back, cradling her, and with the other hand strokes her inner thigh, caressing it open. She closes her eyes and feeling me touching her, finding how we fit together. My hand felt the warmth of her vagina. It was deep, warm, and very wet. My fingers were all but sucked inside.
Her head is full of sparks, all conscious thought disjointed. The vertigo of the empty air behind her, though she can't see it; the blaze of me, slowly etching a path of fire inside her, the lean muscles of my shoulders moving under her grip, my hand cupping her breast, thumb on her nipple.

She stopped me, held her hands on my chest. Slowly pushing me back, looking me in the eyes till I fall, lying on my back. Then she lowered her preoccupied face across my lap, expertly releasing my zip with one hand. Drawing her fingers across its underside, she arrived at the base of my dick (reminiscing our past), which she held with extreme care, for she had no idea how sensitive it was. She trailed her fingers along its length, noting with interest its silky texture, right to the tip, which she lightly stroked; and then, amazed by her own boldness, She began to work systematically at my dick with both mouth and hand, spreading her arms comfortably across my knees. I flinched from the pressure of her hard elbows. As she brought my dick to life I looked down at her strong back, between her thick buttock in my left hand. I heaved her from the hips and she lifted her. She sat on my face, and stuck my tongue in her, and I sucked and licked, as she sucked and licked, grinding her hips, twirling on my face. I rubbed it up and down, and when it touched her clitoris, she lost all control. I continued on the clitoris, she went wilder and wilder.

"Yes, I love it". She whimpered.

I continued rubbing, licking and flicking on her clit, I could feel her shaking. She couldn't suck on me anymore, she became so overwhelmed. Too overwhelmed. I felt her thighs tighten, like she was holding pee back. But I continued nonetheless, as if my life depended on it, making shuffled motions on her clit, over and over. Then I felt warm drips on my neck, the drips because drops and suddenly more gushes. She began to incessantly vibrate as she squirted more as I continued.
She suddenly put her hand beneath her, on my face, stopping me, like a drained soul. Came off me, and laid on her back slowly, as she pulled me with her with very little energy.

"Come inside me...please", she muttered.

She moved back down a little, to take my dick firmly, about halfway along, and pulled it downwards, a slight adjustment, until she felt it just touching her labia. She rubbed me against her clit down her opening, before using her hand to slip me inside her. Feeling I was deeply inside, I thrusted till I was fully in. Her vagina felt warm and at the same time cold. It tried to envelop me, to draw me in, and at the same time to press me out. My erection grew larger and harder. I felt I was about to burst wide open. A strangest sensation, something that went beyond simple sexual pleasure. It felt as if something inside her, something special inside her, were slowly working its way through my organ into me.

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The next day, Nabila came to meet me in my room. She didn't even knock. Quite unusual, but not surprising. I hoped after yesterday, we we'd be united by more than just the house.

"Hey", she said casually. She opens up for an embrace.

"Hey, beautiful. You look great", I said as we embraced.

"Awww. Thanks!", she answered with excitement.
"Uhmm...this was what I wanted to give you yesterday". She said as she reached for her back pocket. She pulled out pieces of paper, which I recognized. It was Maia's contact card!

"Wh-why are you giving me this Nabee?", I asked.

"Call her, Saleem", she said with a smile.

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