by Dyanne Davis
She’d thought she would that she already was, but damn. She’d thought they would do the usual ‘him inside of her’ wam bam and then maybe a little south of the border action but Imran had started at the farthest end of the south pole and had damn near blown her mind. And to think he’d done it on her foot. She was looking at him wondering if he could produce that same reaction in her again. She hadn’t been ready for it the first time. Now that she was she’d just like to see him try it.
“Okay, Imran, I’m ready now. Try that again,” she whispered. “The touching me with your fingers first.” She lay back and balled the sheet between her fingers twisting it to get ready to resist whatever it was Imran was going to do. When she realized what it was she was doing she stopped, noticing that Imran had not moved.
“What?” she asked.
“You were preparing yourself to resist me. I wanted to wait until you got such nonsense out of your head. It’s going to be so much fun loving you.” He tilted his head. “I have something for you and I think you’re going to like it.”
He rose from the bed and strolled with the grace of a lion across the room. If Tanya could see the grin on his face she’d probably get angry but she couldn’t. His walk was deliberate as was his allowing her to view his nude form from a distance. Women liked watching a male body even if they lied about it. He knew his body was in good shape, he took great care to keep it that way. Opening up the drawer of a bureau he brought out oils and scented candles made from some of the most intoxicating perfumes. He took his time giving Tanya a moment to view him without shame.
Tanya sat up just a little propping her arm on the pillow. She watched Imran walk across the room and shook her head wondering how she’d ever resisted making love to him for so many weeks. Only seven days left, she thought, not nearly long enough. She wanted to know every inch of his body intimately as he apparently planned on knowing hers. His rear looked every bit as delectable as his front. Staring at him from across the room was so much more erotic. She wondered why for only a moment. What did it matter? It was, and that was that. She appraised his entire body pleased with what she saw. She could tell he worked out from the lines of his chiseled, well muscled shoulders to a back that tapered into a trim waist. His butt was perfect, round and high, very firm. He didn’t jiggle when he walked. His long legs moved gracefully reminding her of some kind of jungle predator.
She was salivating as she watched him standing before the huge dresser with his back to her. She could hear him rummaging and assumed he was taking things from it. She heard the strike of a match, smelled sulfur then in seconds the perfume and she took in a deep breath, enjoying it.
When Imran turned with his hands full of candles and things Tanya wasn’t sure of, she sought his gaze and he smiled. She tried hard to keep her eyes on his but failed. As if in a trance her eyes lowered and she studied his chest, chiseled and firm. From this vantage point he looked even better. She wanted to avoid his middle and just look at his powerful looking long legs. But she was drawn to that spot between his thighs. A shiver claimed him from halfway across the room making it easy for her to see his immense erection. It looked as though it had increased in girth and length in the couple of minutes he’d stood with his back to her.
She scrutinized his movements as he walked, regal, his erection jutting out proudly allowing her to see his swollen twin jewels beneath. They were so large and so tight they barely moved. As he came closer Tanya could barely breathe. He was a lot more endowed than what she’d ever had. And as he came near she wondered if she’d be able to stretch to accommodate him, and prayed that she would. She didn’t blink not wanting to miss a moment of the show that was just for her.
Then it hit her, Imran knew exactly what he was doing. He was deliberately turning her on. She smiled, not caring, just wanting to touch him, to taste him, to feel him buried deep inside her.
“Imran,” she said throatily reaching her hand out to touch, to tease, to squeeze. She wrapped her hand around him and used a finger to caress him from his scrotum back to the tip. She felt the shudder that passed through him and he gripped her hand.
“Stop that,” he said softly.
“I can’t resist touching you.”
“If you don’t stop I won’t be able to do all the things I’ve planned to bring you fulfillment.”
For a second longer Tanya debated and then loosened her grip allowing for one last stroke. Why not? She deserved to steal some happiness for herself. One thing she agreed with her parents about and that was that she did deserve a life too. As she gazed into Imran’s eyes she knew he was the key to her having that life.
“Lay back again,” Imran pleaded his eyes heavy with lust, his erection twitching. She sighed and did as he asked and he almost sighed with relief. If she touched him again he’d have to sheath himself in her warmth he wouldn’t be able to follow thorough with pleasuring her in all the ways he’d planned, well not immediately anyway.
He poured oil into a small gaily decorated Turkish bowl then placed the bowl over the burner. For a few moments he feasted his eyes on the brown beauty that lay on his bed waiting for him. He felt the flutter in his chest again as their eyes connected. He’d had many women, had made love to them in the most exquisite ways and had been made love to in ways that had taken his very breath away. But never had a woman taken his breath away simply by watching him. And never had he felt this constant fluttering in his chest. Seven days was not nearly enough, not seven weeks, seven months, nor seven years. He realized in that moment that he loved her. What he was about to do now was seduce her into loving him. A twinge of conscience pricked him. He was not what she wanted or needed to help make her dreams come true. But she was what he needed in his life, what he’d been missing.
What he was about to do to her wasn’t magic but it had been stressed many times that a man should only love a woman so thoroughly if he intended to keep her for life. He swallowed. He intended to keep Tanya for life. He dipped his finger into the oil feeling for the perfect temperature, giving it a few more seconds. Then he poured a scant amount into his palm and rubbed it in. He gently lifted Tanya’s right foot into his lap and with slow and sure strokes he began to massage her foot going from the heels to the toes, going in between. He knew the exact moment the oil began its slow and methodical burn. He heard the moan slip from her throat and increased the pressure, never leaving her foot, kneading her in just the right spot, knowing which would bring her juices gushing from her core. He pressed gently lifting up slightly then pressing more firmly until Tanya’s hips rose from the bed. She screamed his name. Still he didn’t stop, just changed the motion in order for her to ride out the orgasm with the most pleasure. This was the first. Before the night was over there would be many, many more and she would be irrevocably bound to him, and he to her. He’d never wanted to completely make love to any woman. Now he did. There was no way he wanted her gone from his life. He would go with her to America. He could finish his book there. He pressed on each toe as the aftershocks of her pleasure slid through her. He felt her body loosening its rigid hold and he smiled. He was far from done with her.
Tanya's breathing was finally slowing down. Never in her life had she experienced anything like that. She couldn’t believe she’d just had the best orgasm of her life and had not had oral or penile stimulation. It was crazy, but from the very instant that Imran had rubbed the warm oil on her foot she had felt a burning that pulled at her center. She’d felt a vague fullness as though Imran had entered her, but was aware that he hadn’t. Just to be sure, she’d looked. As he’d massaged her foot it was as though her body suddenly had pins pricking her in her most sensitive area. Every pinprick brought pleasure. And every spasm of pleasure produced more. The feeling had continued until it encompassed her entire body. Her nipples became pebbled and hard, and all over her body it was as though she could feel a touch, a caressing, erotic touch that filled her and brought about an eruption that she’d never known.
Now she
lay quietly panting, wanting to know just what the heck Imran had done and if he could possible do it again. Wow, she thought what a way to make love. She felt deliciously sated. Bringing her eyes finally to meet Imran she saw his grin and knew they’d just begun. She moaned in expectation as he smiled and poured more oil into his palm and began rubbing her ankle.
“Round two,” Imran whispered.
***
With the sun streaming through the windows Tanya could easily picture herself finding her own paradise and staying on in Pakistan. She took a slow look around Heaven’s home. Maybe her home would not be as luxurious but it would be very nice. She smiled as she contemplated the dream, barely hearing Hamid call her to the phone.
“Damn!” Tanya hung up the phone and willed herself not to cry as guilt assailed her. She should have called home before now. She hadn’t because she knew something would happen to spoil her trip and make her feel guilty for having left. She felt a hand on her shoulder and knew that Heaven was aware it was trouble in Chicago.
“What’s wrong?” Heaven asked.
“It’s Lettie. She’s in the hospital. I shouldn’t have come. No one wants to keep all of Lettie’s kids, even for the few days that she’s been there. They all make it sound like it’s my fault, that I did something wrong by not being at home.” Anger straightened her spine and guilt sharpened her tongue. She pulled away from Heaven. “I deserve a life also. Do you want to know another reason I took this trip? Why I came here? Because I knew this would more than likely be my last chance to just think of myself. Don’t you think I know what I’m about to take on, my chances of finding a husband—A good husband are nil to zero. I came here to pretend that I could have it all, Heaven.”
“You can, Tann. What about Imran? I know you have feelings for him and him likewise. I told you all along that he was perfect for you.”
“Do you really think I’m going to try to start something with him knowing that I have so many responsibilities?”
“But you already started something with him.”
“Grow up, Heaven, that’s just sex. He’ll get over it and so will I.” The moment the words were out Tanya shook her head and the tears began to fall. “What am I going to do? I thought I was ready… but six kids…Heaven, how am I going to take care of them?”
“Tann, you know I’ll help anyway that I can.”
Tanya tried hard to keep the tears from falling. She didn’t want to cry and especially not in front of anyone, not even Heaven.
“This all sounds so selfish. Here Lettie is fighting for her life and worrying herself even sicker wondering what’s going to happen to her babies. And I’m crying because I can’t bring Imran into all of my drama. He has even less money than I do. The odds of him becoming published are astronomical. And even if he does, to make a living at it or a living that would support that many kids from the off start is just about non-existent. Even if he could, I refuse to ask him to do it.”
Heaven hugged her tightly. “It seems you’ve been giving this some thought.”
“Daydreaming, that’s all. He’s made me feel so special here. He’s taken me all over Pakistan. He’s shown me the beauty and he’s shown me the bad. He’s even made me face up to my own faults.” She shrugged. “I would have never admitted before Imran that I was jealous of you. He’s made me feel protected when we’ve traveled places where we more than likely shouldn’t have. And he’s fought with me so much that I laugh whenever I think about it.”
“Sounds like you’ve fallen for him no matter what you say.”
“I’m not going to lie and tell you no. I have fallen for him, but when I leave Pakistan, I leave Imran behind. It won’t take long for us to get over it. I refuse to ask him to step into this.”
“And what if he wants to?”
“He’s an honorable man, he’ll want to. But I don’t want him to. I have no need to be rescued by a man.”
“I thought that was why you said you were coming, to be rescued, to marry one of Hamid’s brother’s so you wouldn’t have to worry about money.”
“So throw that up in my face now when I’m all sad. You’re wrong for that, Heaven.” The tension was broken. Tanya leaned back on her heels and rocked. “Yeah, well, that was a long shot wasn’t it? Who knows, maybe if I had met one of Hamid’s brothers before I met Imran?” She grinned remembering from the moment she’d met Imran she’d felt a connection.
“Why do you think I asked Fatima to call him to come over and stop you from your crazy plan? I knew Imran was going to be your match.”
“You set us up.” Tanya had almost forgotten the day Imran had first kissed her. She’d been laughing so hard at the expression on Heaven’s face that she’d completely ignored his words, his telling Heaven that she had been wrong to have used Fatima in her plans. So he’d known all along, or at least he’d been aware of it a lot sooner than she had. “You brought Imran here so he’d be the first man I saw. You’re crazy. What if we hadn’t liked each other?”
“But it wasn’t crazy,” Heaven couldn’t resist smirking. “From the moment he walked in the door you were all over him like white on rice. You liked him from the start and he liked you. I knew all along I was right. Why do you think I’ve been trying to get you here for more than a year? I knew he’d be perfect for you. I also knew that you were both too stubborn to do things on your own in the proper time frame. Neither of you would have made a move in time if I hadn’t. We didn’t have forever, only six weeks, and it worked. You’re in love with him.”
“Look, I didn’t say love.”
“But you are,” Heaven insisted. “I see the way you are around him and all the time you’ve been spending coming in here with all those bald face lies. My plan almost worked,” Heaven’s voice trailed off as she also thought of Lettie. “Tanya, listen to me and don’t get angry. I could help you take care of the kids. I can give you a set amount of money each month and you wouldn’t have to worry. My business is booming. I have the money. It wouldn’t be a hardship and it wouldn’t be money that I was getting from Hamid.”
Tanya kissed her and pulled back to look into her friend’s eyes. “That is so sweet and I love you so much for it. But, Heaven, if I do not want to be rescued by a man, I want even less to be rescued by a woman. You’re my best friend and you know how I am about this, so let it drop okay? And keep your nose to yourself. Don’t you tell Imran how I feel. We only have a couple of more days. I want to make the most of them. After all, when I leave here, that’s it for us. That’s the way it has to be.”
***
The stars blanketed the sky as Heaven and Hamid lay on the thick mattress they kept tucked in their closet for making love on the patio under the stars. Heaven’s head was on Hamid’s chest as she tried to think of a way to help Tanya and Imran be together.
“What am I going to do, Hamid?”
“Heaven, you’re going to stay out of it. Tanya is a grown woman. She asked that you not interfere.”
“But she’s in love with your cousin. She needs him in her life and he needs her. He’s never been happier. He can’t spend all his days coming over to play with our son looking at him as though he’s never going to have sons of his own. What if Tanya is the woman for him? What if they were destined to marry and have babies?”
“Then fate will take care of it and fate will take care of it without you. I’m serious. Imran cares a great deal for Tanya he’s told me so, but that would be a big responsibility for him to take on so many of Tanya’s dreams.”
“We could help them out, we could give them money.”
“And we could take away their pride. My cousin would never consent to that. Always as a child he lived in the shadows of my bothers and I. He hated it. As a man he will not allow it. It is not that my uncle does not have money. Imran will not ask his father for money.”
“But you told me your uncle bought the house and furniture for him. He accepted that.”
“He’s also not a fool and he had no desire to stay i
n a hovel, which would have been what he could afford. But for day to day living he takes care of those things himself. He even cleans his home himself only having a woman come in to clean and cook a couple times a week.”
At that Heaven laughed knowing that Hamid thought having help only twice a week was a hardship.
“You’re laughing at me?”
“Just a little. What are we going to do to help them?”
“We’re going to do exactly as Tanya asked. We’re going to stay out of it. You’ve plotted and planned and gotten them this far. Now for the rest of it they will have to take over.” Hamid pulled Heaven to him and kissed her into submission pulling the covers over them. “Our bed is not the place for fights,” he whispered, “but for loving. Let me make you forget Imran and Tanya.”
***
Imran’s hand lingered on her bare flesh. She was so soft, so warm. He pulled Tanya even closer, he’d enjoyed her visit and knowing this was the last night he’d lay with her in his arm the revelation came. He didn’t want it to end. He wanted her in his life. Fate had brought her to him and he would not allow circumstances to keep them apart.
Bending his head to take a puckered nipple into his mouth Imran suckled her as his fingers probed. She wiggled into position and began caressing him, each touch making him burn at his core as he thought of things he could do. He’d ask her to stay. The thought went away. She wouldn’t stay. She had her obligations, the children of her cousin, and the babies of the streets. Could they make it? he wondered. Did they have what they needed to jump over the hurdle they’d face from the moment they were together? It was an awesome responsibility, one Imran wasn’t altogether sure he was ready to face. Tanya’s hand closed over him and she played along his length, running her finger over his tip. He moaned and shivered. He very much wanted to try.