Arranged: Betrothed

chapter 25

"There's so much I want to do to you, Baby-doll." He whispered, walking closer to her. It amused him how she thought that the wall behind her could protect her from his lust. Somehow, they always ended up again the same wall in his room, like on their wedding night, or previously when he cornered her.

"Like what?" She asked, her voice laced with innocence. He paused, catching her brown eyes staring up at him with curiosity. "I want to taste every inch of your body. Starting from here." He said softly, sliding his thumb over her parted lips.

"Then here." He trailed his hand down, grazing the curve of her breast. "And ending here." He whispered, moving his hand down her stomach gently as her breathing quickened. He reached between her legs, grazing his fingers over her covered sex, eliciting a soft gasp from her lips.

He glanced up at her face to see her blushing fiercely, and her eyes remained on his face. "Y-you want to kiss me there?" She asked almost inaudibly. He smirked at her, nodding. He moved his hand away, placing it on his hip, squeezing it gently.

This was the 3rd time she felt moisture between her legs, and she couldn't deny wanting to feel what it would be like. He tugged her back against his front, pressing every inch of himself against her.

"Is- is that...?-" she stuttered.

"Yes, it is." He groaned lowly against her ear. Her knees shook with anticipation and excitement.

"Do you want me to?" He asked, continuing to caress her.

Zahara panted nervously. She didn't know for a moment, but then had decided. "I-I'm nervous." Her voice shook as he gave him indirect yes.

"Tell me. Do you want me to use my mouth, my fingers or my cock?" He asked seductively. She gasped, she was sure if he wasn't holding her, she would've collapsed by now.

"F-fingers. But I don't want to be naked." She stated nervously. He grinned, knowing he can't see her. "Then how is it possible?" He asked, teasing her.

"I thought you could... put your hand..." she stopped feeling overly embarrassed now.

"Put my hand where?" He asked, trailing his other hand down her waist, and then on her hips before squeezing her thigh. She shook her head, unable to answer him. "Tell me Zahara." He urged.

"Samir..." she whined softly, pouting.

He chuckled before pulling away from her, turning her around. He leaned down, pressing his lips over hers smiling as they immediately parted for more. His tongue slid into her wet mouth tangling with her tongue, coaxing it to play with his. She moaned, getting up on her tiptoes to feel more.

Samir slowly worked his hand up her body, cupping her breast in his hand, squeezing it slightly. She moaned again, wrapping her arms around his neck. She focused on the tingles that spread over her body and mostly between her legs. She'd never thought she would let this man touch her so intimately and that so soon.

Her body was beautiful, her breasts were large enough to fill the palm of his hands, perfectly hourglass. He pulled away from her panting. "Are you sure Zahara? You're still young. I don't want you to feel pressured." He panted.

She nodded slightly trailing her hands down his chest. "Words, Zahara." He demanded softly. "Yes please." She whispered, looking up at him from under her lashes. He cursed under his breath tugging her forwards again.

He placed his hands on her waist slowly sliding them down her curvy hips, squeezing her ass gently. She moaned again gripping his shoulders. "Don't be afraid if I touch you okay? I'll stop as soon as you say the word." He promised.