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Tales From Sha-Hair-Azad
By Najya Yasirah
Eye Of The Tiger - Chapter 21
She wasted no time in taking off his clothes and he fully enjoyed stripping her down, licking and kissing every inch of her chocolate skin. Her body was muscular underneath all of that softness. A wonderful paradox. He laid her down on his huge, bed. The frame was made of brass. His tongue began assaulting her body , as he kissed her again and again, he grabbed a condom from his nightstand. His tongue slid down her neck and between her breasts. He pushed them together so he could lick both nipples at the same time. She moaned out of surprise and pleasure. No man had ever touched her like that before. When her nipples were wet and erect he licked down to her stomach. Easing her thighs apart with his knee, he quickly buried his face between her legs. She shot up quickly, but laid back down. The wetness of his tongue was driving her mad. She grasped on to the bedframe. His tongue was going faster and the feeling in her crotch was growing more intense. When he tasted her release, he knew she was ready. Antoine quickly slipped on the condom, “Are you sure, Bellissimma?” he whispered. “Are you?” she asked smiling. He returned her smile with a kiss and entered her slowly. She had strong muscles everywhere, he thought. He finally reached inside. She felt like moist velvet. He began massaging into her body. Her hips moved with his. This was a dance she had never done before, lucky for him, she was a fast learner. Antoine slowly pumped into her. For once, he was making love and he was not charging an hourly fee. She looked at him with love in her blue eyes, and when they reached there equal peaks of pleasure, he relieved himself in the bathroom. When he was done, she came up behind him. She kissed him on his sweaty shoulder. She ran her fingers through his hair. “Even if something goes wrong between us, I hope we can always be friends.” He gave her a passionate kiss, and hugged her. When she went back into the bedroom, he began to cry. He looked at himself in the mirror. “I hate you,” he said. When he eased back into bed, he pulled her closer to him. She laid her head on his gorgeous ,olive chest. “May I ask you something?” he said. “I didn’t know people talked after sex,” she said surprised. “We didn’t have sex, we made love, Bellissimma, always remember that.” “Riiiight!” she purred. “What do you wanna know?” “How you managed to stay a virgin for so long?” “Oh, man I was always so busy you know. I think I was afraid of falling in love, too. I didn’t want to go through all that heartache…figured if I kept busy, then maybe someone would come along and show me otherwise.” She kissed his chest. “Why me?” he asked caressing her face. “You make my heart sing, Ant,” she said. She kissed his lips. “You are so precious,” he said. “As you are to me,” she returned. She closed her eyes and fell asleep. He kissed her forehead and did the same.
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When he awoke, she was gone. He felt like crap. He wanted to cry. His door flew open, Dressed in one of his white, tailored shirts, she carried a tray with breakfast on it. She set it across his lap. “Good morning,” she said kissing him on the nose. “I thought you had left?” he said, relieved. “Hell, no, we gotta have sex in the shower, first,” she hinted. “Then, I’m hauling ass to work.” He laughed. “Your accent is so cute,” he said. “In fact you are cute.” She laughed. “Hurry up and eat, dammit, the furbox is ticking!” He burst out laughing. He had never heard that phrase before. “You got any mouthwash?” she asked. “Yeah, on my bathroom cabinet,” he said nibbling on her tasty omelet. “I don’t wanna kiss you with the yuck mouth,” she said heading towards the bathroom. The girl was hilarious. As she searched the cabinet for Scope, she saw something silver and dildo shaped. “Uh-uh,” she said to herself. She opened it up only to find a toothbrush. She breathed a sigh of relief. But then she saw something worse; boxes of assorted condoms and brands. “Damn!” she said. “Well, a man’s gotta have protection.” She finally found the Scope. Pouring a little in her hand, she swished it. Antoine burst through the door. He pulled her against him, his tongue thrust into her mouth, his hands undoing the buttons of the shirt. “MMMM, minty fresh,” he growled.“You scared the hell outta me,” she said catching her breath. She playfully punched his chest. He hit a button on the wall and the shower came on, instantly. She looked confused. “Damn?” she said.
She was saying a lot more when Antoine had her backed against the tiles as he met each moan with a maddening thrust. She had one leg wrapped around him, securely. It would have been a wet mess if she had lost her balance. Antoine was glad that she was flexible. He kissed her deeply to distract her. Her mind was at one with the pleasure she was receiving. The shower was cool against their heated bodies. Their hair was drenched. When she screamed, he knew he had done his job. In fact, it sounded like a high note. When they were wrapped together in one, big towel, he said. “I didn’t know you could sing opera.” She laughed and gave him a kiss. “I love you, Bellissimma,” he said slowly. “As your friend and as your future.” She didn’t know what to say, so she kissed him instead.
Tales From Sha-Hair-Azad - Chapter 22