Zahra Unveiled

by Trace Komoros

  Sari nodded, although I saw a speculative look in her eyes. “You should find everything you need in your room to help with that, Zahra. Don’t forget to use the stuff in the jar I gave you if you’ve got knots in your shoulders again.”

  I looked at them. Zahra stopped at a specific door and knew about another portal in Sari's home. Sari reminded her to use what was most likely a healing remedy of some sort that she had here. All that added up to the fact that this wasn’t Zahra’s first visit.

  “I won’t forget, Sari. But first, the tub in my room is calling me.” A wan smile appeared as she dropped her social mask enough to reveal the lines of tension and pain that wrinkled her forehead. Then they disappeared as her control snapped back into place.

  “Take your time, Zahra. Screen or come find me if you need anything.” Sari’s voice was gentler than I’d ever heard it.

  Zahra nodded then opened the door and walked through. “Until later, Gavin, Sari.” Then the door closed behind her.

  Sari led me to the next door down on the right and opened it. Planned or not, I appreciated that my room adjoined Zahra's. “This should suit you, Gavin.” She gestured for me to step in, then followed. She left the door open. “The bathroom is behind that door to your left. You should find anything you need in there for toiletries, towels, and the like. The glass panels overlooking the courtyard slide open if you want to go out or let the fresh air in.”

  She looked at me with her head tipped slightly sideways as she considered something. I wondered what was on her mind. “Do what seems right,” she finally said then turned to walk out of the room.

  “What?” My confused question met empty air as the door closed behind her.

  I THOUGHT ABOUT THE various things Sari might’ve meant as I cleaned up then settled into a chair that looked out into the courtyard, a glass of water in hand. Wait for Zahra to be ready to move forward? That was a given. As much as I wanted her, I wasn’t about to push her if she wasn't on board with the level of intimacy I wanted to share with her. Protect her? Of course—although I’d already learned she had some pretty definite ideas about what she did and didn’t consider acceptable. That was the mixed blessing and curse of strong women.

  My thoughts had wandered off to the female role models in my life—my mother, Sonnya, and others— who’d helped shape my thinking as I grew into the man I was today when Zahra interrupted them.

  ::Gavin.::

  I savored the sound of her speaking my name mentally. It had a depth and richness that speaking voices usually couldn’t convey. Then I picked up on a subtle nuance I hadn’t noticed at first. ::Zahra. Is something wrong?::

  ::I... Would you come to my room, please?::

  I jumped out of my chair, now worried. ::Certainly.::

  ::Use the patio door. It’s open.::

  I set my glass down, then went to the floor-to-ceiling windows in my room. I found the release and slid the glass panel to the side, walked out, then turned right to get to the ones in Zahra’s room. Sure enough, one of them was open. I walked in with her instruction of, ::Close it behind you,:: in my head.

  Once the door was closed, I looked around. She wasn’t sitting in either of the chairs nor was she in bed. Then a wisp of scented steam came through the partially-open bathroom door. ::Zahra?::

  ::Please come in, Gavin.::

  I walked toward the door, feeling hesitant. It wasn’t something I’d experienced around women since I was about a hundred and thirty years younger than I was now, which was oddly disconcerting when I thought about it. To top it off, I’d momentarily forgotten that I was dealing with an empath who would pick up on that, as evidenced by her mental giggle.

  ::Less thinking, more doing. And for the record, I like older men.::

  I stumbled then laughed out loud. ::Cheeky wench.:: By then I’d reached the bathroom door. ::You’re sure?::

  I heard her quietly mutter, “Oh, for the love of...” and then, louder, “Get your very fine ass in here already, Gavin, and stop dithering. I wouldn’t have invited you if I wasn’t sure.”

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Gavin

  I STEPPED THROUGH THE doorway to a sight that took my breath away. Zahra was immersed in an oversized sunken tub filled with scented, steaming hot water, her curves and long legs on luscious display. Little tendrils escaped the messy bun she'd put her hair in to keep it dry and curled around her face and against her neck. Her arms rested on the edges of the tub, which lifted the upper swells of her breasts out of the water. Her wet skin gleamed in the soft light.

  I swallowed hard. My brain short-circuited as all the blood in it rushed south. One look—one mouth-wateringly decadent first look at her naked body, and I was already half-hard and headed for full salute underneath my armor.

  Her knowing gaze met mine, slid down to the growing fullness in my pants, then came back up. “Why don’t you strip and join me.” She backed up her spoken words telepathically. The invitation was unmistakable. I unsealed my armor and stepped out of it, then hung it on a nearby hook and set it to self-clean before I moved over to the tub.

  She slid forward and made room behind herself for me to slip into the water. Once I'd settled with my legs outside hers, she moved back and wiggled her ass against me as she got comfortable then leaned against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her just under her breasts then froze when she laid her hands on mine.

  ::Relax. It’s okay.:: She laced our fingers together as she reassured me.

  We sat like that for a while, basking in the new intimacy and letting the moment heighten naturally. I was glad I‘d built up such self-control over the years and equally pleased that she wasn’t prone to fidgeting—self-control or not, if she’d wiggled her ass against my cock this whole time, at least half the bathwater would already be on the floor as I took her on a wild ride.

  ::You’re broadcasting again.:: Her impish giggle showed she wasn’t worried, and might, in fact, be ready to play.

  I shifted slightly and used the movement to slide her head from my chest to my shoulder so I could look at her face. ::Is that a bad thing?::

  ::Not at all.:: She let go of my hand and reached up to hook hers around my neck as she simultaneously lifted her head and tugged mine down. Our lips met in a kiss.

  It wasn’t the best angle, which meant the kiss was much shorter than I would’ve liked, but holy hell did it pack a punch. When she dropped her head to my shoulder again, both of us were breathing hard. A moment later, Zahra let go of my other hand and somehow flipped herself around so that she faced me, astride my legs. I had no clue how she’d done it, but was grateful that she’d pulled it off without inflicting accidental damage.

  ::Silly man. If I’d done that, we couldn’t do this.:: With that, she wrapped both arms around my neck and ran a hand through my hair while she urged me into a hot kiss. Her body pressed against mine as our tongues danced. Her hot pussy was so tantalizingly close to my cock... But no. Not yet. There were far too many other things to explore first, and I meant to do so thoroughly.

  I’d been so wrapped up in experiencing everything Zahra showed me that I hadn’t noticed when one of her hands left my neck. I jerked in surprise when it wrapped around my cock and stroked upward before her grip loosened. My tip kissed the palm of her hand as she dropped her fingers into a vertical position and ran her fingertips from as far down as she could reach back up. Her palm lifted away from me as she did.

  I shuddered, then shuddered again when her fingertips brushed across the sensitive head. She lightly traced over and around it with one finger, which sent shivers up my spine. The whole time, we were locked in our passionate kiss, which only fueled the flames.

  She sent her hand back down again, fingertips teasing my entire length before they continued down until she cupped my balls. Unlike some women I’d been with, she liked to play. I was all for it, as long as she didn’t get too rough. Thankfully, she seemed to realize when she came close to my limit.

  I broke our kiss to gr
ab a breath and had just started to wonder what she had in mind next, although I was enjoying the hell out of her touch, when she hit on a combination with my balls and taint, coupled with nibbling on my ear, that flipped my switch.

  My hands, which rested on her hips, flew into action. One grabbed her knot of hair and tugged her head back to expose the line of her neck. The other went to a breast and cupped the weight of it in my hand as I kneaded the firm flesh, then captured her nipple between my fingers and toyed with it. Her neck was a simultaneous target for my lips to explore. I nuzzled, nipped, and lightly raked my teeth over the tendons on either side then kissed the sting away.

  She gave as good as she got. Her nails scratched my scalp as she tugged on my short hair and then sank into the back of my shoulder as she twisted her head enough to get at my neck and ear. Yep, she’d found a particular weakness of mine, and exploited it ruthlessly while the hand still under water wound me up hard and fast.

  I broke away from her neck and growled as I let go of her long enough to bring my hands under her thighs and boost her up until her breasts were entirely above water. The action forced her hand away from my balls. She gasped as I took a nipple in my mouth and sucked, then teased it with my tongue before I let it pop free, only to tease it some more. I watched as it grew stiff and turned from a dull rose color to a deep shade of red. Only then did I turn to the other one and give it equal time and attention.

  Her hands were locked on my shoulders the entire time as she braced against me and brought her breasts closer to my mouth. I knew by the way she moved when she wanted more of a particular touch, and when to back away. Admittedly, the occasional spillover of emotions helped, too. I'd begun to see what the hype about being with an empath was all about.

  I turned my attention back to her delectable body, I couldn’t resist the heat which was so close to my hands any longer. The way I’d placed them to boost her up was close enough to stroke her labia with my thumbs, and if I stretched far enough, I could slide between them and touch her clit as well.

  I teased her with butterfly touches, about to start playing in earnest, when she took control.

  ::Picture what you want to do to me,:: came the whisper in my mind. It was so quietly said that it was almost subliminal. I reacted instinctively and envisioned how I’d planned to tease and torment her clit until she writhed in my hands. My emotions spiked as I did.

  They rushed back at me, doubled, as the phantom sensations of her stroking my cock and balls while she also ran her hands across my chest and tweaked my nipples enveloped me. I honestly had no idea which was real and which was imaginary as she whispered, “I want your hands on my breasts again.”

  Well, shit. That was a dilemma. I liked my hands right where they were and had plans for them to slide even closer to all that wet heat.

  She nibbled on my ear as she breathed, “Please.”

  “Hold onto me, then.”

  I brought my hands out from under her as she grabbed my shoulders and let her knees drop onto my thighs. No sooner had my hands closed around her breasts when she stole the breath from my lungs with a slow, hot slide onto my cock as her knees slipped to either side of my legs. The mind-blowing sensations continued even after she’d taken me to the hilt.

  “Oh, fuck.” My eyes rolled back in my head, and I inadvertently gripped her tighter as she deliberately contracted around me then released.

  “Easy with the hands, big guy,” she murmured before she moved them to her hips, then brought her arms up around my neck. She pulled me into her kiss as she contracted again and held it briefly then relaxed.

  She kept the kiss hot and heavy. Her tongue dueled with mine while she teased the hell out of me with random contractions around my cock. I couldn’t recall ever being that hard and didn’t think it was possible to get any harder. Then she moved. Slowly... Tormentingly so. I knew it was only moments, but each quarter inch as she slid up my cock felt like it took an eternity. When she was high enough that only the tip was still inside, she contracted again, and when she released, slid down in a sudden rush.

  The water splashed around us as she landed, and my hips bucked up against her in reaction. I saw her devilish smile as she settled her knees firmly against the sides of my legs then began a slow, twisting, rocking ride that made me moan in appreciation.

  “Fuck, Zahra. What’re you doing to me?” My eyes closed as she pulled that contraction trick again. I’d been with women who swore by Kegels before, but damn. None of them had ever done anything like this.

  A sharp nip on my ear and another on my neck brought me out of my thoughts and back into the moment. “No thoughts of other women. It's you and me, right here, right now.” Her nails lightly raked over my nipples at the same time she rolled her hips. The different sensations rushed through me in a wave.

  I gripped her hips even tighter as I held her to me and thrust into her. I knew I'd probably leave bruises but couldn’t bring myself to care in the heat of the moment. She didn’t flinch, just kept that slow burn going with her movements. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take but damned if I'd be the first to break and cry “uncle.”

  Just as I made that silent resolution, she slid up and started doing a lap dance around the head of my cock, although she never let it slide out. I had no idea what to expect next as she moved—which, judging by her sensuously wicked expression, was what she intended. She slid off as one of her hands disappeared then wrapped around me. A few quick strokes and a thumb rub over the head later, she held me just long enough to reseat herself then quickly slid down and arched her back as her hand found my balls.

  My control broke as she hit that sweet combination again, this time with me buried deep inside her.

  Water flew everywhere as she rode me in earnest. My hips bucked into her with every stroke. Her hands were now braced on my shoulders while mine gripped her hips. Her muscles flexed with her movements, and her breasts swayed in front of my face as she rode me with wild abandon.

  I pushed a foot along the bottom of the tub until it braced against the curved end wall, and accidentally knocked the drain plug open as I did. The water gurgled as the tub slowly started to empty—that sound joined the splashing noises and heavy breathing, punctuated by our random moans.

  Zahra gave no quarter and never let me take over. Each time I rallied to attempt it, she’d do something—whisper naughty things in my ear, contract around me mid-slide, arch her back and reach under us to play with my balls—whatever her inventive mind came up with to distract me. It worked like a fucking charm, too.

  By now, the water had almost fully drained from the tub. What little was left rapidly trickled away. Zahra’s leg muscles quivered with exertion although she never slowed or lost her rhythm. I dragged one hand off her hip and down the inside of her thigh until it lay on my stomach, just above her pussy. As she came down to meet my next thrust, I slipped my thumb onto her clit and worked it in time with her strokes.

  She bucked against me while I was balls deep. Both of us gasped as nerve endings sent out zinging spikes of pleasure. I kept on her since I wanted her to go over first—I’d always been a “ladies before gentlemen” kind of guy, and preferably more than once. Zahra had other ideas, though.

  “Together,” she raggedly whispered as she held back her approaching orgasm. ::I want us to go together.::

  The emotions that carried over in her mental voice pushed me into my release. Her orgasm crashed over her as we came together almost violently for a few last uncoordinated thrusts, our bodies straining and breath coming in ragged pants and gasps as we wrung every last drop of pleasure from the moment. When we couldn’t move any longer, Zahra collapsed against me, head on my shoulder and arms loosely against my sides as I held her, my still-twitching cock buried inside her dripping wet pussy.

  Chapter Forty

  Gavin

  ZAHRA FINALLY STIRRED. She gingerly lifted off me and to her feet before she carefully sat on the edge of the tub. I twisted until I was on my
knees in front of her. I spread her legs enough to slip between her knees, then brought my hands to her breasts as I kissed my way up one thigh until I reached the top. I switched legs and did the same to the other. When I reached the top of that one, I used the tip of my tongue to trace a delicate line from her thigh to her pussy, then gently licked her lips from bottom to top.

  I did that several times, alternating which thigh I started from and never using hard contact. When she leaned back on her hands and opened herself more, I dove in with my tongue.

  The first taste of her mixed with me exploded across my taste buds. The second left me wanting more, so I settled in for an appetizer. It wasn’t long before she dropped from her hands to her elbows, although I caught the gleam in her eyes as she watched me from under half-closed lids.

  I pulled her closer to me, waited a moment for her to reposition her arms, then buried my mouth in her pussy and feasted. Over and over I worried her clit with my tongue then licked her up and down, finding the spots she liked and the ones that caused her to writhe uncontrollably. Once I’d learned them I tried different things like sucking on her clit and catching it gently between my teeth before I pressed my tongue firmly against it, circling my tongue on it while I teasingly slid a fingertip inside her and then withdrew it, and tongue-fucking her while I held her down with an arm across her belly.

  Then I tried tongue-fucking her while I held her down and used my other hand to play with her clit. She went wild as she alternately pushed herself against my face for more and then tried to pull away as the sensations spiked through her. I kept her pinned and didn't let up. She grew hotter and wetter, and her gasping cries filled the room.