by Dyanne Davis
“Imran, I don’t want to do things here in Pakistan that will make trouble for Heaven when I leave.”
“Are you attracted to me?”
“A little.”
“Just a little.”
“Okay, maybe more than a little.”
“We’re alone now.”
“In Heaven and Hamid’s home? Wouldn’t that be kinda disrespectful?” Tanya eyed him suspiciously. She blinked at the naked lust in his eyes.
“To be honest, Tanya, I wasn’t thinking about them. I was thinking that soon I won’t see you and I will miss you when you leave. I was thinking that I would very much like to make love to you at least once before you leave.”
Tanya thought of her reasons other than seeing her friend for coming to Pakistan. That shipped had sailed. None of Hamid’s brothers were even the least bit interested in her. There would be no millionaire to save the day for her. It was a dumb idea anyway.
From the moment she’d met Imran there’d been a connection. Why not see if he was all that before she left the country? She curled her tongue between her teeth trying to put her finger on why she was resisting taking something she desperately wanted. There was something out of place. It just seemed wrong somehow that they were casually talking about making love as though they were talking about ordering lunch. If Imran was all that good in the arts of seduction then he should realize that.
“Imran…something’s off. I can’t put my finger on it, but I’m not sure…”
“I know what you mean. It’s too planned, too rushed right? It seems like a doctor’s appointment. First, maybe we should not consider making love here in the home of your friend and my cousins. You are uncomfortable with that. I should have thought of that. Let’s forget it for now. Maybe I can cook lunch for you.”
“You are a strange man. You’re so modern, so Americanized.”
Imran laughed. Generally Tanya’s off the cuff remarks would make him come back at her with a snide comment of his own. But this time he wouldn’t. She was looking at him and wanting to make love with him, afraid to. That much he knew. But if they didn’t make love now he had no idea when he would, if ever see her again. He had to create a bond between them. He would take her body to heights of pleasure she’d never dreamed of. He would make love to her until the only man she’d ever desire would be him.
He allowed his eyes to travel over Tanya’s lush bottom. Jeans were definitely the dress for her. He loved her in them. The only other thing he wanted to see her in was luscious pecan brown skin. He didn’t think he’d have to wait long. He’d never had any intentions of making love to Tanya in Hamid’s home. She was right, it would be disrespectful. And besides that, he planned to make her scream out with pleasure over and over again. For that they needed complete privacy. He was going to employ every one of the tricks he’d learned. He would love her body enough to last the both of them a lifetime.
***
An hour later Imran had Tanya in his home and was preparing lunch for her, allowing her to look over his home at will. The strong smell of onions and garlic permeated the house. He was amused as Tanya looked around his home picking up first one thing then another. She was looking for tell tale signs that a woman occupied his home. He smiled. She wouldn’t find any. She was in fact the only woman he’d ever invited to his home who wasn’t a relative.
Imran turned the fire off under the pans, eating could wait. Making love to Tanya couldn’t. Before he could stop himself he had her pressed against a far wall and his hands were roaming her body his kiss fervent and urgent. He only needed a sign only a little sign. Her arms slipped around his neck and he pulled her closer. That was the sign he needed. His arms went around the curve of her hip and he easily lifted her up into his arms and started walking with her toward his bedroom. Imran was grateful Tanya wasn’t a virgin that she was a woman who liked sex. She’d told him that. It would make it all the better. It would also make it easier when they parted in seven days, no guilt, no recriminations, just a man and woman finding pleasure in each others bodies.
He walked through the flower petals he’d strewn about his room. The he laid her on the bed amidst the orchids and gave her a long look then sighed. “We’ve wasted so many weeks but I will not bemoan that fact. I will enjoy our time together instead.” He touched her chin tilting it so that she looked up and was gazing into his eyes. “Do you want this?”
“Yes, I want it.”
“Even though we will not see each other again?”
“Even though,” Tanya answered meaning it. “Though I don’t see any reason why you can’t come for a visit or I can’t return here one day.”
He grinned at her, just the answer he wanted. He needed to know that for both of them this was more than a brief fling. “Perhaps I will,” he answered and begin to pull her sweater from her taking care in taking it over her head and feathering her torso with light kisses, feeling her tremble beneath his searching fingers.
His hand dipped beneath the band of her jeans and he snapped the button and pulled the zipper down taking his time. His breathing was heavy. He was hard, wanting her more than he’d ever wanted any woman but needing to see her naked not just without clothing but naked, laid bare, her emotions and everything that was her. She was trembling a bit more now, and he wondered if she were nervous. He hoped not. Of course if she demanded it he would stop, but not without a lot of begging and pleading with her to allow him to make love to her at least once.
His hand came in contact with her thighs and he lifted her hip with one hand and pulled the black thong from her body, smiling at the thought that he’d known she was a woman who’d wear a thong. When she was bare, he sighed and drank the sight of her in to keep it close, to remember her when she returned home. Then he began to strip away his own clothing until he was stopped by her hand. She slid from the bed and undressed him, pressing her hand against his arousal, making him shudder with lust.
“Come on,” he urged pulling her hand and her behind him to the shower. “We will prepare.” She gave him a look and he smiled. “Don’t worry you will enjoy the preparation almost as much as you will what will come after.”
“Something you learned?”
Yes,” he whispered against her lips. “Something I learned.”
Tanya could barely stand her legs were mush. She had wondered about Imran’s boast but no he was playing this just right. This was such an exotic feeling. She opened her eyes wide in surprise.
“More orchids? I thought you didn’t have money. Why didn’t you just try to seduce with rose petals?”
“Roses are common. You’re not.”
She could only swallow unable to say a word. He didn’t have to try to seduce her, she was already way beyond hot. She was scorching, burning, about to go up in flames. She took in a breath, anything to slow down what was happening just for a moment, give her a chance to regroup to think. She slowed her pace and took a good look at the bathroom. The two places she had ventured on her little tour had been his bedroom and his private bath.
Imran’s home was modest unlike the mansion Heaven and Hamid lived in but his bathroom rivaled theirs. Floor to the ceiling windows covered almost the entire room and the sunshine made the glass sparkle like diamonds. She stopped for a moment ducking behind Imran for cover.
“Don’t worry the glass in the windows is so thick that no one can see inside, not even if they pressed their nose against the window. I like a lot of light, but I also like privacy.” His eyes seared her. “I would never allow another to view your body.”
Oh he was good. He knew exactly what to say. Tanya tapped him lightly on the shoulder. “You could have warned me.”
“I could have but then I would have missed having you press your warm, naked body against my back.” Take a good look around and assure yourself we cannot be seen.”
Coming from behind Imran Tanya did as he asked and stood in the center of the room taking a good look around. She stood in front of one of the windows noticing th
at the glass reflected the sunlight but that she really couldn’t see out. Then she noticed for the first time that the windows were covered with all manners of foliage. She glanced to her left and saw a door and walked toward it. Opening the door she gasped at the huge steam room tucked away in the corner. She couldn’t believe that a bachelor would have such luxuries in his bathroom. Then she thought of his training and figured it was for the women that used it.
Very nice,” she said a bit miffed, puzzled that she felt that way. There was nothing between them, no commitment or hints of any, just that they would enjoy the next seven days before Tanya returned to her own world. A happy interlude, nothing more. She glanced in the mirror and saw the way he was gazing at her in pure adoration. For a moment it was as though her heart stopped. He was looking at her in the manner that Hamid looked at Heaven. Lord, she’d never thought any man would look at her in that manner.
His hands came around her cupping her breasts and he leaned his head down to the top of her head nuzzling her. She shivered in his embrace finding what he was doing erotic beyond belief. When Imran moved slightly away trailing kisses along her spine the shiver changed into a shudder. He smiled and moved to turn on the water for the shower.
“How do you like your water?” he asked.
Considerate, very good, Tanya thought giving him an A for that. “I guess you’ve brought a dozen or more women in her to bathe huh?”
“Only one,” Imran answered, his eyes never leaving her face. “You haven’t told me yet how you like your shower.”
“I like it hot, but not too,” she answered smiling at him in amusement. She could have said warm but there was something about Imran that begged her to toy with him just a little. She watched while Imran fiddled with the knobs holding his hands under the running water until he was satisfied. His body was long and muscular. His hips powerful and well shaped. She turned her attention to his rear end. Very nice she thought and commanded herself not to lick her lips. She took her time observing him liking everything that she saw. Then he turned toward her a huge grin on his face.
“Like what you see?” he asked.
Allowing her eyes to travel over his front the same as she’d done his rear, she took her time, smiling at his massive chest, downright grinning when her gaze hit the spot between his thighs. “I like very much what I see,” she replied and took the hand he offered and stepped into the shower.
“I am going to miss you, Tanya.”
“Let’s not think of anything other than right now. I’m a big girl and you’re a big boy. We’re not making commitments to each other. You don’t have to feel guilty for anything we do. Let’s just enjoy each other okay?” She was breathing heavy.
“You’re not going to think of me when you return home?” Imran asked.
“Oh, I’m going to think of you and I’m going to wish you much success with your writing career. I hope you become even larger than Khaled Hosseini.”
“From your pretty lips to the ears of Allah. And I wish you the same, Tanya. I hope that you find the funds necessary to make all of your dreams come true. I hope that all of the children you love in America find loving parents. And I pray to Allah that your cousin Lettie will live many more years so that she may raise and love her own children.” He placed a soft kiss on her lips and sighed. “You know you’re so much more than you appear to be at first glance. If we had a bit more time I think we would….”
“Don’t say it, Imran, we don’t have more time. But we can make the most of the time we have now.”
Tanya sighed and decided to ignore waiting for Imran to make the first move, instead she leaned her body into his, wrapped her arms around him, opened her mouth and kissed him with all the fire that was in her. She felt him tremble as he pulled her close, felt the water pelting over them. His tongue entered the depth of her mouth and she could feel his hunger. It matched her own. Fire burned in her veins, she couldn’t get enough of him. Suddenly he pulled away and she watched beneath eyes that were half lidded as he poured liquid into the palms of his hands and smiled at her. He washed first one breast, tenderly kissing her through the suds, lathering the next and kissing that one also, pulling on her nibbles going farther and farther down, his lips trailing fire everywhere he kissed. He paused for a moment to pour more liquid as he spread her nether lips apart with two fingers. “No,” she protested softly, “that’ll burn.”
“Don’t worry, I promise it won’t.”
He then rubbed the soapy concoction over her tender flesh and she waited for a burn. None came, but the area felt highly sensitized. Imran dropped down on his knees lathering her thighs, one hand continually washing her while the other held her in place by the light pressure on her buttocks. He was coming so close but seemed to refuse to pay special attention to that spot where she craved more. She could feel his breath hot as it touched her skin. She’d never had a man bathe her before and didn’t know if she’d ever want to bathe herself again. This was heaven. His hand going over her wet skin, the friction, and every so often his massive erection bushed against her swaying with the heaviness. He made his way back up touching her more. His finger dipped into her, touching her spot nearly making her jump out of her skin. She groaned and reached out to press his hand more firmly to her flesh.
“Give me that,” she said reaching for the bottle with the soap that didn’t burn. She smiled, poured a hand full and began washing him her hand moving over his smooth brown flesh touching his flat nipples feeling an urge to suckle him as he’d done her, to flick her tongue over the little nubs and feel them throb with lust and life. She continued on her southern path going between his thighs cupping him, finding him hard as steel and soft as velvet she stroked and stroked. Enjoying the feel of him moving in her hand she smiled seductively at him and went beneath to touch and caress the rest of him. The water turned suddenly cold and she jumped back squealing realized she’d inadvertently moved the handle. “That’s cold,” she said breathless.
“Don’t worry I’ll warm you back up.” He lifted her in his arms and carried her to his massive bed. “This is the last time I will ask if you’re sure.”
Was she sure? Was the man crazy? Of course she was sure. She was so hot she was about to pop. Dag gone. The man was good. She’d thought she’d feel self-conscious with him watching her, his eyes burning her, but she hadn’t. She liked it. She was glad she wasn’t a virgin. She reached for Imran, cupping him again, running her finger over the head of his erection. He growled and attempted to pull away but she was holding him tightly releasing him slightly, then increasing the pressure of her grip. Imran was big all over it seemed. Now the thing was if he knew what to do like he’d bragged. She’d soon see.
She felt Imran moving away, one hand securely around her waist as he pulled her with him. She smiled figuring he was going for a condom. Good, she thought, very good. A moment later something light touched her skin then as more pressure was applied it tickled making Tanya lose focus and release the death grip she’d held on Imran.
Moving back an inch Imran smiled down at her. “There are rules in everything. Didn’t I tell you that? There are rules in seduction.”
“But you don’t need to seduce me. I’m here in your bed ready willing and able.”
“Rule one. I will make love to you.” He pointed at his chest. “I will bring you fulfillment over and over and then we will make love.”
“But I want to participate, to touch you… you’re so….so….well endowed,” she finished running her tongue over first her teeth then her lips. “I think you’re going to be something that I wish I could take home.” Imran blinked and she saw a strange flicker in his eyes. “Imran, I’m glad we’re finally together,” she whispered not wanting to change the look she was still seeing in his eyes, like maybe this would go on after she left Pakistan and the truth was it wouldn’t.
“Lay back,” Imran said, pushing her shoulder gently with one hand while placing the pillows beneath her head with the other. “Are you awar
e that the soles of your feet are where every nerve center is controlled?” He smiled at the disbelief in her eyes. “I’m going to make you have the biggest orgasm of your life by touching only your feet.” He laughed at her disappointment. “Don’t worry; before we’re done there will not be one spot of your beautiful body that I’ve not touched. And I will make you come for me each and every time.”
“That’s a mighty big boast.” Tanya cleared her throat. What the heck? The man was asking to please her. “Can I have glass of water while I wait for you to begin, or maybe a book?” She laughed but stopped the instant Imran pressed a finger to the center of her foot. What the hell? She felt the pull all the way to her center. A wave of desire washed over her so strong that it almost embarrassed her. She reached her hand out to slow Imran down but he gently pushed her away.
“I thought you wanted to see everything that I’ve been taught.”
“I do but you took me by surprise.”
“You don’t like surprises?”
“I love surprises. But I had thought… I don’t know what I thought. I just know I didn’t expect that. You took me from 20 to 1000 with no preparation.”
“So you require preparations?” Imran laughed. “Americans,” he snorted then bent his head toward her foot and licked it from the heel to her big toe. She was squirming so much that he had to hold her foot in place.
He looked up and grinned. “Tanya, you did tell me you weren’t a virgin. Is that correct?”
She didn’t know how but Imran was making her wonder. Sure she’d had sex. She’d not been a virgin since she was sixteen years old. But this was so far beyond sex. It was intense, exquisite pleasure and Imran was blowing her mind.
“Give me a second,” she said and sat up to shake her shoulders then her arms preparing like a fighter going into battle.
After a moment Imran gave a smirk. “Are you ever going to be ready for me to make love to your body?” he asked.