by Sarah Croix
I knew that he cared.
Damn, he had fought and won just to save me. And I couldn’t help but think that he looked as handsome as ever when doing so. Every time I thought of that hard look on his face it was almost impossible to not picture how his body would look naked, how his lips would taste when brushing against mine.
Before I knew it, I had already stood up and gotten out of the room. What the hell are you doing, Natalie? my consciousness screamed at me. I didn’t know what I was doing, not at all. All I knew was that I needed to see him just one more time before sleep. Yes, I just need to make sure he is okay, I lied to myself.
I stopped in front of his door and rapped my knuckles against it. He didn’t answer but I couldn’t turn back. I grabbed the doorknob and turned it, simply standing there as the door swung open.
Aziz was sitting on his bed, looking straight at me. I stood there like an idiot, not knowing what to say.
“Are you alright?” he finally said, getting up from the bed and walking towards me.
“Yes, I… I, uh, I just wanted to see you,” I half-whispered, botching the phrase, I just wanted to see if you’re alright. He said nothing, simply staring into my eyes and making it almost impossible to focus on whatever I wanted to say.
“Natalie. Go to your room, please,” he said, almost making my heart stop.
“Why?”
“I just can’t control myself with you around,” he admitted, a hard edge to his voice. He really meant it.
“And what if I don’t want you to control yourself?” The words were out of me before I could think of what I was truly saying.
“Natalie… Since the moment I’ve arrived here that I can’t stop thinking about you. I’ve wanted you since the start, and now more than ever. I can’t think of anything else than taking you to that bed behind me and fucking you senselessly.”
Maybe I should have slapped him, or just turn on my heels and go to my room.
“Do it”, I whispered, losing myself in his eyes.
“You have ten seconds to get out of here, Natalie, or else I will really do it.”
Once more, he had given me a chance. To turn and run, to escape. But no - all I did was stay there, letting the seconds fly by me and wishing time would go faster.
Ten.
Nine.
I realized how much I wanted him.
Eight.
Seven.
I wasn't going anywhere.
Six.
Five.
Who cared about the social ladder.
Four.
Three.
He was insanely gorgeous. And not who I expected him to be.
Two.
This was taking too long.
One.
Fuck.
He was on me in an instant, grabbing my wrists and pinning me against the wall. His face was just a few inches away from mine, and I could feel how he was struggling to control his desire. In truth, I was struggling way harder than him.
I felt his sweet breath on me, his lips ordering for me to kiss him… There was a fire in me, and I had no idea on how to control it. To be honest, I didn’t want to control it - I wanted it to take control of me, I wanted to surrender to Aziz. For the first time in my life I was craving for a man to take me, the desire that ran through me so overwhelming that I knew there would be no escape.
He’s you’re a royal Sheikh, Natalie, an insistent voice said in the back of my mind. But I was way past caring - what if Aziz was royalty and from a different world? It was just in name, after all, being a Sheikh and being a Californian. Was it that big of an issue if I wasn’t royalty? Even if it was, I couldn’t care less. All that mattered was having his body close, pressed against mine…
He leaned into me, eyes locked on mine, grabbing both my arms over my head. His lips were an inch away from mine but still he didn’t kiss me - he held there, looking into me as if he knew there was no going back after that kiss. I felt it too, and that was why I needed it.
“Aziz…” I whispered under my breath, aching for his touch. Our lips brushed then, the sweetest hold of lust and pleasure flooding my mind. I closed my eyes, kissing him back, the tip of my tongue brushing against his wet lips. He opened his mouth and slid his tongue against mine, one of his hands letting go of my wrist and resting on my hip, pressing me against the wall. As I felt his long fingers on my waist a warmness spread through me, its focus between my thighs - I was wet… Very, very wet. And I couldn’t help but wish his hand wasn’t on my thigh but between my legs instead, pressing against that maddening electricity that made me pulse with desire.
I had never felt something like it - it was a desire so strong, so fierce, that now I understood how some women could make the rashest decisions… I was just glad it was Aziz there with me. It was somewhat embarrassing that I had never done it before, but there with him it didn’t seem to matter. Somehow I knew that with him it would be alright… I was ready. For the first time in my life I had no doubts whatsoever - I knew what I wanted, and I wouldn’t let go until I had it.
Aziz ran one hand through my hair, grabbing at the root and making me throw my head back against the wall, baring my neck to his mouth. He lay his lips against my skin, making it prickle, a fierce shiver going up my spine. Oh, if there was a Heaven, I was in it.
I let out a slight moan as he kissed my neck and jawline, both his hands now lying firmly on my hips. I felt his fingers travelling over my waistline, and soon they were fumbling with the zipper on the side of my skirt. As he pulled it down, I could feel my mind about to explode - I fought against the impulse to throw him back on the bed, undress in a hurry and jump on top of him. But I wasn’t about to ruin the moment, so I let him push it all the way down as slowly as he wanted to. And slowly he went, his fingers descending at the same patient rhythm that he kissed my neck with.
My hands were on his back and under the rough fabric of his shirt, my fingertips running all over his muscled back, feeling the shape and contour of his muscles as he moved. Could he be any more perfect? I doubted it. Aziz was perfection itself, everything in his body a careful sculpture of what a man should be. But I wasn’t wet and insane with desire because of his body… No, he was more than a perfect face and body - there was something about Aziz that drew me to him, much in the same way a moth is drawn to a flame. He was wild and out of control, but behind his smirk and careless ways I could see something more, something that he held back at all cost. I wasn't sure what it was, but a craving inside of me demanded that I should know it, that I should be by his side and learn the truth of who he was. He was the complete package - an irresistible soul hiding in a perfect body.
It was impossible to not be nervous - I had never been with a man and, from all the horror stories my friends would tell me, a first time was never something to write home about. Drunken mishaps, lots of pain, way too much regret… That was the norm. Yet, Aziz’ lips all over me, I couldn’t see anything wrong with the picture I was in. In fact, everything seemed as perfect as I could have imagined it. I was nervous, yes, but there was no uncertainty in me. The moment he had pinned me against the wall all that had vanished away like a fragile cloud on a summer day.
The back of my head hit the wall as he pressed the palm of his hand over my thong, his fingers right over my pussy making me burn with desire. His touch was firm and yet gentle at the same time - much like Aziz, it was a mixture of contradicting features which as a whole made it simply irresistible. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to lay in bed and allow him to take me in whatever way he wanted.
“I want you so bad,” he whispered against my ear, the truth of it almost too much too bear. I wanted to tell him that I wanted him more, that I needed him, that I wanted him to make me his, but all I could manage to do was bury my fingernails in his skin and thrust my hips forward, my pussy pressing against hard against his fingers.
I took my hands to his shirt and pulled on it viciously, making the buttons pop out one by one rapidly, immedia
tely pressing the open palm of my hands against his toned chest and ripped abs. I felt the slow rise of his muscles under my fingers, savouring each bend and curve as if those would be my last moments on Earth.
Letting go of my hips, he grabbed the hem of my tank top and, as I raised my arms, pulled it over my head. His hands darted to my breasts, cupping them eagerly over my black lace bra. He squeezed them gently, my hard nipples struggling against the fabric and yearning to be let free. As if he could hear my thoughts, he pushed down the cup of the bra over my right nipple and, leaning into me, lay his lips over it, sucking softly. I could feel my nipple hardening even more inside his mouth as he lapped with his tongue against it, tracing slow and seductive circles.
As he sucked, his hands went to my back and, finding the clasp of my bra, he undid it, pushing it down my arms. I shivered, the cool air in the room caressing my breasts. In an instant his mouth went from my right nipple to my left one, his lips wrapping themselves around it with care and, at the same time, with a kind of passionate fury. I grabbed his hair, holding his head in place as he kissed my nipples one at a time, his long gentle fingers squeezing at my breasts.
I bit my lower lip harshly, allowing a pleasure so new and intense to run through me like the first flames of a bonfire. If I was already feeling like that I couldn’t imagine how it would be like to have him inside of me… especially because, from what I’d seen, he seemed to be everything but average. I knew I should be somewhat afraid, but there wasn’t a trace of it in me. There was excitement, curiosity and unbridled desire - but no fear. Still, I felt the urge to tell him I had never been with anyone else.
“Aziz… I… I’ve never been with anyone,” I said softly against his hear. He stopped kissing my breasts and, pulling out, rested his hands on my hips and looked straight into my eyes.
“Never?” he asked, genuine wonder flickering behind his eyes.
“Never,” I nodded.
He smiled at me. Not his usual grin or smirk - a smile. An honest to goodness smile. In it I saw care and gentleness, something all the tabloids around the world had never cared to see in him. He said nothing, but in that smile there were all the words I needed to hear.
He grabbed me by the hand and took me to the bed; I sat there, looking up at him expectantly. He leaned in, climbing on top of me, and lay his lips against mine. We kissed gently, our tongues dancing around each other as his body pressed down on mine.
“I need it to be you…” The words escaped my lips even before I knew it. It was a confession, a deJasminetion of desire and… love? “I want you to be my first.”
“I will, Natalie. I will,” and with that he grabbed at my skirt, pulling it down my legs. For a second I felt exposed, lying in bed wearing only in my black thong, my naked body there for him to see. But all that vanished as I noticed the look in his eyes - in his face there was lust and desire, yes, but there was also appreciation and kindness.
Aziz started kissing down my neck, his lips travelling down and over my breasts, resting for a second on each of my nipples. Then he kept going, carefully kissing every inch of my body as he travelled down my belly to the hem of my thong. He grabbed at the fabric with his teeth, slowly pulling it down my legs and revealing my pussy. I pressed my legs together by instinct as he did it; it was embarrassing to reveal my naked body for the first time in my life. But I relaxed then as he kissed his way back up my legs and thighs, all the way over to my lips.
Looking into his eyes, I let my fingers fall down his chest and I started unbuttoning his jeans. I could already feel a hard and firm shape brushing against my knuckles, and that made swallow hard.
It’s happening, it’s really happening, I repeated over and over again inside my mind. When the last button came undone, his cock straining against his boxer briefs and touching my fingers, I almost feared my heart would burst - he was huge! Now, I didn’t really have someone to compare him to but, judging by all the stories I had heard from friends and by the furtive glances I had thrown at random guy’s crotches, there was no other term I would categorize him with: Aziz was frighteningly huge.
For a fraction of a second I thought it would be impossible for him to fit in me… There was just no way it could happen. But his lips on mine, his skin’s warmness spreading through my body, all that became nothing more than a silly concern. It would happen, and it would be as perfect as I had ever wanted it to be.
I curled my fingers around the massive shape and started stroking it up and down, unsure if what I was doing was pleasant enough. It probably was, judging by the almost savage way he started to kiss me. I kept doing it harder and harder as I felt his breathing grow deeper and then, when he least expected it, I grabbed his boxers and pulled them down, his massive cock springing free in an almost menacing way. I darted for it with both hands, feeling it pulse against my fingers. God, I wanted nothing more than to feel that sweet thickness buried deep inside of me. Just holding it in my hands was almost too much… I didn’t know how I could survive having him in me, but I needed it as badly as I needed to breathe. No, damn it, I needed it more than I had ever needed to breath.
He kissed my cheek and, looking into my eyes, he smiled once more. I smiled back at him, nodding and telling him that yes, I was ready. I didn’t actually know if I was ready, but I needed it desperately.
He reached for his bedside drawer and opened the first drawer, grabbing a condom wrapper. Without taking his eyes off me, he opened it and unrolled the condom over his cock with both hands as I marvelled at the size of it.
Leaning into me with his whole body, I felt the tip of his cock brush against my pussy. Soft and careful, he held his position there until I couldn’t take it anymore - I thrust my hips towards him, my pussy lips parting and engulfing his tip. I bit my lower lip, expecting pain at any minute, but it didn’t come. Only when he pressed his mouth against mine, thrusting his cock deep inside of me did I feel it - it was like a shock that bit at my muscles, making me clench my buttocks. But in an instant it was gone. In a way, it was almost pleasurable.
After that swift stab of pain, there was nothing but ecstasy for me. As I felt him slid in and out, his thickness straining and pushing against my inner walls, I was in a place so perfect and dream-like I wasn’t even sure if whatever was happening was real. It was too perfect to be real.
I noticed him looking at me, eager to know if I was alright. I responded in the best way I could, with a deep moan that climbed up my throat and cascaded down my lips with the ferocity a wild animal. How could it be any other way? His cock inside of me felt like completion, vindicating all that time I had spent not caring about fucking other men. And I had been right, because how could any man in the world be more perfect than Aziz? It was utter madness to think it was possible.
He went in and out softly, my legs wrapped around his back and pulling him inside me. My eyes were closed, my mind only capable of processing the gentle thrusts of his cock as if there was nothing else in the world but it. And, as far as I was concerned, there wasn’t.
His body rocked against mine, the most delicious ebb and flow of bodies taking over until I couldn’t resist it anymore. The muscles in my legs made me tighten them around his back like a vice and, with both hands grabbing at his hair, I swayed my hips from side to side uncontrollably as mind-numbing electricity took my body by assault. I shook and I moaned, something primal taking control of me. It was new and it was wonderful. How was it possible that I had lived more than two decades of my life without knowing there was something so wonderfully delicious in the universe?
I breathed out loudly, collapsing on top of the mattress as he stopped moving and slid out of me carefully. If sex was this good, I wanted to do it every waking hour for the rest of my life - forget about my studies or work, all I wanted was to feel Aziz inside of me.
“It… was perfect,” I said, my eyes still closed. I felt him by my side, his mouth against my ear.
“That…” he whispered, “was just an appetizer.”
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br /> I shuddered, swallowing down the avalanche of rambling thoughts that filled my mind. An appetizer? How could that only be an appetizer? He responded by laying his open hand over my pussy, parting its lips with two fingers and caressing my clit with his thumb. My body shook as if I had been electrified, the slow and precise movement of his fingers making my body buzz in excitement. When he slid one of his fingers deep inside me, I wanted nothing more than to see why he had called my first time just an appetizer.
My arm shot out by instinct, my fingers brushing down his firm and perfectly carved abs. Down I went until I found his cock; I curled my fingers around his length, feeling my own wetness on it, and started stroking him wildly as he kept on thrusting his fingers inside me. I was completely out of control, and there was no better thing than it.
He slid down the mattress and, resting his hands on both my knees, parted my legs and nestled himself there. I could feel his face dangerously close to my pussy, and I felt a tinge of shame feeling him so close to my intimate parts. That shame went away fast - when he placed his perfect lips over my clit, I grabbed his hair and pushed my hips up as I made him go down. He went at it with heart, sucking and licking, his tongue tracing the whole contour of my pussy with as much delicacy as possible. My hips swayed in a circle, my pussy rubbing against his mouth as that maddening fire of pleasure scorched my veins and turned my moans into low whispers of decadent joy. Who knew that a man’s mouth could bring so much delicious madness? I didn’t.
As he flicked his tongue against my clit, dancing in circles around it over and over again, he hooked two fingers deep inside of me. I gritted my teeth, wishing those weren’t fingers but his cock. It didn’t matter - he moved so perfectly, each motion of his a flame that licked at me and made me burn endlessly, that I was forced to let out a scream as my whole body tightened and one more orgasm washed over me.
I lay there in bed, my muscles twisting and body shaking, as he pulled his fingers out and just licked at me caringly, each kiss of his sending a tortuous wave of pleasure up my spine.