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Nazyr wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me closer, deepening the very intense kiss we’re having right now, and I don’t want it to stop. I forgot how good this feels. How amazing it is to feel wanted and appreciated. This man has been so gentle with me since I’ve been with him. He’s given me the time to settle down, to know that I’m not going to be used for sex. Surprisingly, he’s taken the time to get to know me on a deeper personal level.
Nazyr could be using me right now, but I don’t think he is. I think he has good integrity, and I don’t think he’d do anything to hurt me, knowing what he already does about my past. If anything, he’s only going to be there for me… and I see it now more than ever.
Who am I kidding? I might be going crazy, but I’m beginning to really trust this man. He hasn’t given me a reason to not trust him, and until he does, I want to wear my heart on my sleeve a little bit, even if that sounds foolish.
Nazyr ends up halting the kiss, and I look up at him longingly, wishing he didn’t. “If I keep kissing you right now, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop. Come on, let’s go to dinner. I’m sure you’re starved, and I know I sure as hell am,” he admits, and I smirk at him.
I know exactly what’s going to happen if we stay. I’m going to keep kissing him, and then it’s going to lead to something else… but maybe by the end of the night, we’ll get there anyway.
At least, I’m sort of hoping so. I really want to know what it’s like to be with him because I doubt being with Nazyr in that way will be like anything I’ve had in the past. If anything, I think he’s a slow sensual lover, and I want to experience that.
Chapter Eleven
Nazyr
I didn’t get any sleep last night, not hardly any, at least. I think it’s because I’m so fucking stressed about what’s going on in my life right now. The impact of what I’ve promised Mona weighs heavily on me. Ruslan and I haven’t worked out the kinks about what we’re doing or how we’re handling the situation yet, but I know it’s going to happen soon. It’s bound to. It’s been a couple of weeks since Mona has been here now, and I keep thinking back to last week when I took her out to dinner. She was a complete vision in that deep green dress, and while people stared at her because of her scars, I stared at her in another manner.
We connected that night on a mental level—and a physical one, which shocked me, but also made me very happy. Every time I shut my eyes, I see exactly how it went down that evening.
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“Nazyr, what are you doing?”Mona’s accent comes out thick, and she’s laughing a bit as we walk back into my house.
I turn back to look at her, halfway through kicking off my shoes. “Taking my shoes off? Is that a problem?” I smirk back at her as I toe off my second shoe, and Mona comes right up to me.
Over the course of the night, we had some really good conversation. I found out more about her as a person, and in turn, I shared some things about myself. Nothing too detailed, but enough to show her that I’m a decent guy.
There’s no denying the fact we had a bit to drink tonight, and we’re a little tipsy, which explains the flirtatious sparkle in Mona’s eyes. At least, I think it does.
She can’t stop smiling and wraps her arms around me. She runs her fingertips through my hair and looks right into my eyes. It’s like she’s looking straight into my soul, but I swear that’s the alcohol.
“I want you to kiss me like you did earlier,” Mona says, and if I remember correctly, I opened the door, but she’s the one who closed it, so to speak.
“You do now, huh?” I toy with her a bit and bring my lips down lower, inching closer and closer to her until her smile is practically stretching across her entire face. She’s smiling brightly, bigger than I’ve ever seen her smile before, and I press my lips up against hers. She moans lightly into the kiss, and I slide my hand up her back, slowly bringing it to the back of her neck and squeezing firmly. I’m making sure my movements aren’t too alarming. I don’t know what might trigger her, which is the last thing I want to do.
Mona kisses me back with need and desire, pushing her body up close against mine. I’m surprised by how demanding she’s being and how she’s taking a good bit of the lead here. In a way, I’m stepping on eggshells because I know what she’s gone through in her past. It makes me more comfortable that I’m letting her take the lead, at least for this time. Wait, what the hell am I even thinking? There might not even be a next time. But, if there is, at least I’ll know what she likes and what she doesn’t.
Mona pushes her body even closer up against mine, and I slide my arm underneath her. I lift her into the air, and she wraps her arms around my neck. I end up needing my other arm to keep her secure as I walk up the steps. After a couple of minutes, I’m leading her back to my bedroom. I fumble with the doorknob and eventually push it open, then kick it shut behind me before I lower her down on my bed.
It’s pitch-black outside, and I walk over to the curtains to draw them closed. The last thing I want is for some creeper to be watching me make sweet, delicate love to this woman. I finish closing the curtains, and then I go back over to where Mona’s lying down on my bed, now propped up by her elbows.
She rakes her eyes up and down my body, and I slowly take off my suit jacket and then my tie until I’m unbuttoning my dress shirt. She watches me make every single move, and I’m carefully watching her reactions. If there’s even a doubt in my mind that she isn’t going to be comfortable with this, I’m not going to proceed. I know her past all too well, and I’m not going to put her in a situation where I think she might feel forced.
“Do you want the same thing I want, Mona?” I question her, needing her to vocalize this for me.
“I think it’s obvious, but yes. I… I want to feel wanted, Nazyr. I’ve felt used for so long, like I was an object, but this is the first time in years that I feel like I’m actually desired by a man. I want to remember what that feels like.”
Okay, there’s nothing to hold me back now. I finish taking off my dress shirt, stripping down to my boxers, and then place both my legs on either side of Mona’s body. I take her mouth in a claiming kiss. One that shows I’m nothing like the last man she’d been with sexually. I want her to see me for me and know that I can be gentle when the situation calls for it, like it does right now.
Mona and I continue to share some heated kisses for quite some time, so long that I don’t even know how long we’ve been doing it. Eventually, though, I slide my hand around her back and tug at the top of her zipper until it comes down to her ass. I get off the bed and stand up, and she does the same thing. She kicks off her shoes and then lets the dress fall into a pile on the floor. Little did I know she wasn’t wearing a bra this whole time, so now she stands in front of me in a pair of black lace panties.
Her nipples are a soft pink color, which matches her alabaster complexion perfectly. God, she’s fucking beautiful. My cock is standing at attention, and Mona drops down to her knees. She opens her mouth wide as she tugs my boxers down and slips my cock past her lips. Her mouth is fucking perfect, and I shut my eyes as she fondles my balls and applies slight pressure. Damn, where has she been my entire fucking life?
She bobs her head back and forth. At first, it’s slow, but it isn’t slow for long. She picks up her pace and sucks hard while one hand slides up and down my shaft. I plant my hand in her hair, and she lets my cock pop free from her mouth, then moves down to my balls, sucking them into her mouth for a few moments. Holy shit.
She releases my balls from her mouth and rises back to her feet. I hook my thumb under her panties and pull them down slowly, giving her any chance to say she doesn’t want to do this, but it never comes.
Soon enough, we’re on my bed, and I have a condom on, ready to bury myself deep into her. I open her legs a bit wider and slowly sink myself inside her pussy. She lets out a soft moan as I fill her up, and I make sure my movements are slow. Mona arches her back and neck, only ever giving me the idea she loves every bit of this.
