Not for the first times, Sanaa didn't know how to comfort Amir. She didn't know how to navigate the complex and fluid emotions of the man, the admitted killer that she loved, but still knew virtually nothing about. It was an old internal argument for Sanaa that she was in love with someone she barely knew, but only now, when Amir was hurting, did the reality of that truly affect her. The comments at dinner gave Amir a front-row seat into the nation's dislike and distrust of him, and it had hurt him to witness. That he thought he could have saved those nuns from the violations that Ghassan and his soldiers had subjected them to told Sanaa all she needed to know about Amir's morality. He was a good man. Deep inside, she knew that, had always known that but it was clear Amir did not. How then could she make him understand?
He lay beside her now, dinner long over but the echo of the passengers conversation still very much between them. He had washed and changed in absolute silence and now lay with his back to her, breathing deeply but not sleeping. She knew she shouldn't take offence at his dismissal, that he was angry at the situation and not with her, but it hurt. She wanted to comfort him, to support him through his pain, but how could she if he wouldn't let her in? He'd told her earlier that he struggled to open up because he wasn't used to having someone to talk to, but that would never change if he didn't at least try. She wanted to make him feel better about himself. She wanted to make him feel... good.
Sanaa turned onto her side in the bed that felt too large, and reached out to Amir. His body stiffened, before relaxing slightly, allowing her to shuffle towards him, pulling at him gently so that he fell onto his back, bare chested and hair loose against the pillow. His eyes were wary as he watched her lift her leg in order to straddle him and lay her palms flat on his chest. She'd braided her hair away from her face so her vision remained uninterrupted by stray plaits as she looked down at the man she loved.
"Let me help you," Sanaa whispered gently into the night, the ship rocking gently beneath them, mimicking the way her body felt at the promise of what she so desperately wanted to do. "Let me in."
"I don't know how," Amir admitted, his eyes suddenly darkening with pain and worry. He lifted his hands to rest on either side of her waist and she felt his fingers tighten, anchoring her to him. Sanaa felt it then, the thickening of his member, pressing at the core of her that suddenly pulsed with a throbbing heat. She rocked against him, subtly trying to relieve the aching feeling as she lowered her head to kiss him. Amir received her, his lips warm and soft against her own, even as his hands tightened around her. Slowly, Sanaa pulled her lips away to kiss along his jaw, down his neck, and across his chest.
"Show me how to pleasure you," she said, gliding her way down his body. She placed feather light kisses across his sculpted stomach until she was eye level with his tented undergarments. Sanaa reached out and pulled them away, allowing the full length of him to spring free and jut proudly before her. She'd never been able to fully admire Amir before, but his body was truly magnificent. The strength of it was undeniable as it jutted out before her, thick, long and veined, the head of it tight and glistening with a small bead of moisture. Sanaa licked her lips as she looked up at him and swallowed away her trepidation.
"Show me how to make you happy," she breathed.
Amir's eyes saddened as he reached out and stroked her face, then her bottom lip with his thump. "You don't have to do this," he said, his voice gruff. "Being with you already makes me happier than I could ever be."
Sanaa's chest warmed at his words but she shook her head, anyway,"I want to."
She found she did. Her mouth filled with saliva at the prospect of taking him between her lips. The reaction surprised her, but she wanted this, for Amir as well as herself. He'd pleasured her countless times, and she wanted to do the same for him. Amir opened his mouth to speak, to deter her again she realised, but she ignored him and with her decision made, took him into her mouth.
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Shadow Seer [18+]
Fantasy"I am your prisoner, and you may do with me as you please, but for as long as I have the ability to refuse you, I will." ---------- Kidnapped by a ruthless conqueror known as the Dark Emperor at 12 years old, Sanaa has lived the last decade as his c...