HIS INNOCENT BRIDE

FIFTY-THREE

AYSHAM’S POV:

It was slow. Too slow as it was melting my insides. It was the first time he was starting it slow and smoothly. He softly nibbled my lower lip as he kissed it followed by the upper lip as he repeated the process.

I was squirming slightly underneath him as my hands were tied to the headrest so the thing, I could move only was my chest and that was naked. That I didn’t want to move because otherwise it would be flushed against his chest and I could handle anymore tingling that could make my toes more curl.  Our lower selves were covered with the sheets but the upper self which should be covered was covered only by him.

My whole was body was on fire as his large calloused hands were tracing my curves passively as if he owned every inch of me.

His hands reached below my breast as he traced his thumb sensually underneath making me open my eyes and the other instant shut them close at the electric jolt that jerked my body upwards. He liked that as I could tell that by the groan in the back of his throat. His other hand did the same with my other breast as I was barely breathing when he started caressing the lower part of my swells.

I gasped when his thumb flicked my erected nipple as he raised himself a little to bestow me with the smirk as if he was proud of himself.

“You are aroused baby girl.” He rasped as his lips grazed mine when he said that. I was numb at first to say anything as my hazel brown eyes were locked with his. He was right. My pupils were dilated as he was directly looking into my eyes while my breathing was raged along with the nipple which was as hard as pebbles.

“You are too.” I mumbled as his pupils were dilated and I could tell for sure that it was lust dripping from his eyes.

He deep masculine chuckle left his mouth as he grasped my lips again and this time roughly as he pinched my nipple making me gasp. Taking the opportunity, he entered his tongue inside my mouth as this time I wanted to do something. It was always him who used to taste me and if he could do that then I could too as I caressed his tongue as he went stiff for a moment. I didn’t why as it must be because he was shocked or it was too bad at this that he must be amused but that didn’t stop me as I once heard Areej and Suzi talking about how men liked when their tongues are being sucked. His tongue was inside me so I sucked on it and that was the moment when a loud deep groan escaped his throat when he wrapped his large rough hand at the nape of my neck and grasped my hairs along with it when he pulled my head upwards while he inserted his tongue more into as if giving me to do whatever I wanted. He gave me the control this time as I hesitantly with fluttering eyelashes and sweat in my palms sucked his tongue again but this his groaned got mingled with my moan because he instantly cupped my breast in his hand pinching my nipple in between his middle and index finger.

I was breathless as I was sucking his tongue non-stop that his lips were coated with my saliva but I didn’t want to stop earning satisfactory groans from him. I was a shy and scared too but I was a woman and the sentence that Beela used to say to me whenever I tried to stop her from doing anything immoral so she used to reply with this that woman has the same needs as men. I understood that today but the thing for which I was a thousand times grateful was that I was in Nikah with him. There was nothing haram in that and I could anything with him if I want. I knew these types of thoughts would make it difficult for me to look at myself in the mirror but I didn’t think about the after effect at that time as I rolled my tongue with his and this time he groaned and left my breast to clutch my jaw in a rough grip as he made me look into his eyes partying our lips much to my disappointment.

“Where did you learn this?” He rasped with sharp breathing as his eyes were wide. He wasn’t expecting that from me as I was hundred and ten percent sure that my face was beetroot at that time with my lips which were glistening with his saliva. His fingers were digging into my creamy skin as it was rough but not rough enough that it could leave any scar.