Chapter 23

Jameel

My brain sluggishly revived itself, bringing me out of the most peaceful night's sleep I could ever recall having. I didn't want it to end, I was so comfortable snuggled under the heated warmth of... Wait a minute. My eyes popped open and I became aware that the pillow I thought I was resting my head on was actually moving. I blinked to clear my vision and came to realize the tip of my nose was almost touching the wide sculpted chest in front of me. The sleep warmed skin under my cheek was firm and warm. The smattering of silky chest hairs tickled the tip of my nose as I deeply inhaled Kamal's addictive unique scent.

Everything, every moment of the previous night came rushing back at me all at once. The toe-curling sensations and the liquid fire that this man had ignited in my blood. The emotional upheaval I'd experienced when he patiently, and with awe inspiring selflessness allowed me to perform the most intimate of acts on his body without any thought of expectations in return. He gave me free reign with his body, just to appease my own curiosity.

My entire body suffused with heat as I vividly recalled the way he sounded, how all that mass of muscle and heated skin felt under my fingertips, and the way he looked at me through those dark, sexy eyes. Oh my, suddenly a wave of dizziness swept over me as my blood rushed south to my cock, making it stand, and pulse with need. It took all that I had to refrain from humping against the thick thigh that was wedged almost indecently between legs.

A gentle rumble from deep within Kamal chest vibrated against my cheek and my eyes flew up to his face and I felt the hot rush of blood lighting up my cheeks when I saw those rich, dark eyes staring back at me. My thought processes vanished and I was at a total lost for what to say. Good morning didn't feel like it would be enough after what occurred between us last night. But what else was I going to say to this wonderful man.

"Sabah al khair (Good morning)." I shyly whispered into his shoulder.

Kamal had my breath hitching in my throat when he flexed the rock-hard muscles in his thigh causing a delicious friction against my already leaking shaft. "Yes, it is a good morning, isn't it?" He stated and a furious blush lit my cheeks once again. I was so out of my element, I didn't know what to do. The only thing that I knew was that I didn't want to do was move from this spot ever again for the near foreseeable future.

Swallowing the confused sigh that threatened to rush past my lips. I nuzzled my cheek against Kamal's beefy shoulder and waited for the familiar feeling of shame and disgust to wash over me, like it usually does whenever I allowed myself to entertain sexual thoughts of any kind about another male, specifically the grandson of the man than tormented and abused me for more than half my life.

Rationally I knew that neither Kamal or his family was in no way shape or form responsible for the reprehensible things that man has done and said to me over the years. With Kamal's help and the help of my therapist, I am working through deprograming the obvious poisonous garbage that bastard brainwashed me with.

It wasn't easy though working through a lifetime of negativity. I' m still struggling with coming to terms with identifying with who I am. Living with Kamal and the insane attraction I feel for the man had confused me at first. I'm ashamed to admit that I've felt shamefully guilty whenever I observed him when he wasn't looking, desiring him like no other, and lusting after him had filled me with unreasonable panic. No way was I normal, I believed I was an abomination to Allah. I was the deviant and a pervert like the old man had drilled into me.

But Kamal and the rest of his wonderful family had patiently and diligently showed me that I had nothing to be ashamed of. Not the scars that riddled my body, not my feelings of inadequacy, nor the very abuse I'd suffered. They all made me feel strong, told me I'm a survivor and that there is nothing wrong about who I may find attractive. Kamal's parents were amazing people. It's no wonder that Kamal and his siblings were such a special people.

A shiver of heat tingled down my spine as his large palm ran a warm trail of friction down the length of my spine. My already erect shaft twitched against his hip, and I couldn't find it in me to feel ashamed of my body's response to his touch.

If someone had told me a few months ago that I'd be lying almost half naked in bed wrapped more securely around Kamal than the blankets that covered us. I would have dived head first into the nearest closet and buried myself under whatever was in there. Now, after months of therapy, and coming to terms with myself and my feelings. I'm proud to say, the only thing I'm feeling right now is the need to do the one thing I didn't have the nerve to do last night. I wanted to kiss Kamal.

Even before I found my new-found confidence, and yes, with my clandestine visits to certain websites I secretly still watched from time to time. I've wondered what Kamal's firm; sexy lips would taste like. Watching the intimate act of the men on screen kissing each other, their tongues sensually swirling in a dance of little nips, and nibbles made me yearn to see for myself if kissing was as sexily enjoyable as it looked on the computer.

"What's got you thinking so hard little one. I can almost feel the heat of your thoughts churning through your brain?" Kamal's deep baritone penetrated my internal deliberations.

My whole body stiffened and another furious blush burned to the tips of my ears. How was I supposed to open my mouth and answer his question? Do I simply ask for a kiss, or tell him I was wondering if he'd let me kiss him? Face it, I had no clue what I was doing. I've never, ever in my life touched another soul with my lips unless it was a quick peck of thanks on Kamal's or his sister's cheeks, thanking them for taking such amazing care of me. I so didn't want to take the initiative and try to kiss him. I'd probably embarrass myself and slob all over him like the puppies did to me when he'd taken me to see them in that little pet shop he'd taken me to on one of our many trips around the city.

Kamal's upper body shifted and I tightened my arms around his waist and buried my overheated face between his massive pectoral muscles. Silently inhaling his clean, unique scent deep into my lungs while I hid from his gorgeous, but scrutinizing gaze.

"Come on, baby. I told you there is nothing to feel embarrassed about. There is nothing you can't ask me and I'll judge you in any way for. We are attracted to each other and with that comes desire. There is nothing to be ashamed of. Here, give me your hand." He quietly, but gently demanded and I had no qualms about surrendering my trembling fingers to his.

A whimper left my throat as Kamal firmly placed my hand on the rippling muscles of his abdomen. With his much larger palm covering the back of my hand. He slowly slid both our fingers over the sculpted indentations of his stomach, through the smooth, dark hairs of his treasure trail. His neatly trimmed pubic hairs tickled the sensitive tips of my fingers until I came into contact with the wide, hard base of his rigid shaft.

"This is the effect you have on me every time I lay eyes on you. Feel how you make me ache with the need to have you close to me, to touch me." He whispered into my hair and another tremor of heat quaked over my heated skin.

Kamal released a deep, toe-curling groan as he wrapped both our fists around with girth of his impressive cock. I felt a little wicked thrill knowing that every inch of his magnificent body was naked while I was still wearing a loose pair of sweat pants. Not that the soft material was doing anything to hide the pulsing length of my own erection in the least. Unconsciously my hand squeezed the turgid flesh, and another sexy rumble vibrated against my cheek causing me to leak even more into the loose cotton covering my shaft.

"Look at me, precious." Kamal purred and feeling a little overwhelmed and a little shy. I shook my head and buried my face further into the expanse of his wide chest.

A little squeak of surprise that quickly turned into a needy little groan of desire left my lips as I suddenly found myself flat on my back. My hand was still firmly wrapped around that powerful piece of manhood as Kamal shifted over me, and settled himself between my parted thighs.

"That's it, beautiful. Leave your hand right there. It's alright. I'm not going to do anything that you aren't comfortable with. I just want to look at you. I want to taste those pretty pink lips of yours. I wanted to claim them even before last night, but this is your show. Please tell me I can." He whispered. His face mere inches away from mine. It was like he was reading my thoughts and I couldn't look away from the heated fire burning in his mesmerizing dark eyes.

Kamal leaned his weight onto one side, balancing on one arm as he hovered above me. Giving me room to slowly stroke the length of his rock-hard shaft. It throbbed hot and thick in the palm of my hand. Still captivated by the lust burning in his gaze, I nodded my head in consent to receiving his kiss.

My blood thrummed with anticipation through my veins when his triumphant gaze held me completely captivated. I watched wide-eyed as those plump sexy lips slowly descend towards my parted ones. I couldn't help but to stick the tip of my tongue out to lick my bottom lip, but Kamal quickly swooped down and suddenly caught the appendage between his lips and promptly sucked it into the warm cavern of his mouth.

A groan of sheer, uninhibited ecstasy bubbled up into my throat, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head as his flavor burst over my taste buds. Kamal wasted no time as he proved what an expert he was at kissing. He released my tongue long enough to nibble on my quivering bottom lip. He followed the caress with a sharp, tiny little nip only to suck the mildly abused flesh into his mouth and soothed it with the warmth of his tongue.

His other hand snaked up and around the back of my head. His fingers threaded into my hair as he angled his head and firmly planted his mouth fully over mine. His lips were firm get gentle as he continued the delightful caress. The tip of his tongue teased along my bottom lip and I instinctively opened up for him. Granting him anything and everything, and he simply devoured me. There was not a spot in my mouth he didn't explore with his mind-numbing tongue.

Soon he began to slowly rock his lean hips. Thrusting his cock back and forth through my curled fingers. I reveled in the way his breath hitched every time the bulbous head caught on the bit of skin between my pointer finger and my thumb. Through my clouded lust filled thoughts, I recalled the way he showed me how to best pleasure him with my hand from last night, and I slowly circled the smooth glans of his cock with my thumb, spreading his wetness all over the wide head.

Our lips only separated long enough for us to draw a quick breath before diving back into to continue the erotic dance of twirling tongues. I mimicked his every move and was rewarded for my efforts with his breathy growls, and deep groans of pleasure. Each deep, sexy sound he made shot a wave of electric heat straight to my weeping cock. The material of the fresh sweats I'd replaced the cum covered ones with last night was not enough, and despite the aversion of my scars down there. I wanted to feel his hand on my cock.

Tearing my lips away from his, my hips bucked and I panted. "Please, please touch me."

Kamal's hips continued to move as if he couldn't control himself, but his gaze turned serious as he looked down at me. "Are you sure sweetness? I don't want to do anything to frighten you."

My heart just about melted in my chest. Even as turned on as he was, as hot, and as hard as his shaft was pulsing in my hand. His first concern was about my emotional and physical comfort and my welfare.

"I need you, I want you to touch me. I want..." My words were cut off with a shameless groan as his hand slid under the waistband of my sweats. His long fingers wrapped around my leaking cock and he gave me one sinful, long pull from the base to the dripping tip. That was all the warning I got before he set off on a rhythm that had my mouth opening wide with a silent scream, and had my back arching clear off the bed.

A primal growl tore out of Kamal's throat. The next thing I knew. My pants were unceremoniously stripped off my body. My hands flew to his wide shoulders for support and my fingers dug in as he settled himself between my splayed thighs. Words could not describe the feelings of his rigid shaft lining up against mine, nor would I ever admit how the sound of Kamal spitting into the palm of his hand ramped me up even more, as he wrapped his long fingers around both of our lengths and proceeded to stroke us towards oblivion.

Kamal grunted and reclaimed my lips with his. All coherent thought rushed out of my head. Everything around me disappeared and he became the sole focus of my world. The center of my universe as we continued to desperately rut against one another. With each stroke, each hot swirl of tongues, and the spine tingling pull of his hand on our throbbing flesh. I felt myself getting closer and closer to an orgasm I was sure that when it came, it was going to shatter me into a million pieces. But I didn't care, because I knew that Kamal would be right there to put me back together again. Of this I was certain.

"Oh god, you are perfection." Kamal grunted after releasing my lips. He threw his head back and hissed long and loud. I gave up and gave myself over to the erotic picture Kamal presented with his head thrown back, the veins in his strong neck bulging with his own impending release. It was enough to send the razor-sharp talons of my own completion clawing itself down the length of my spine, tearing through the quivering fulness of my balls, and shooting liquid fire up the length if my shaft.

Stars swirled behind my tightly clenched eyelids, and I didn't even recognize my own voice as I cried out under the intensity of my release. Thick, white hot come shot from the tip of my cock and coated Kamal's pulsing cock and hand. Not a second later Kamal went stock-still, and a groan rumbled through his chest. I felt the heat of his release pulse and pool with mine all over my groin and lower abdomen. His whole body shuddered and he lowered his forehead to mine, our chests heaved as we tried to draw much needed oxygen into our depleted lungs.

Merciful Allah, I couldn't feel the tips of my toes or my fingers. My entire body went lax underneath his and my brain went completely offline. The last thing I recalled was the security of the sleep. It wrapped around me as I drifted off into sated darkness.

Much later in the day when I woke up naked, but clean and warm, tucked under fluffy blankets with Kamal soundly sleeping spooned behind me. I had to admit that nothing could have ever prepared me for the feelings I've experienced so far over the last twenty-four hours. Not one event in my life would have foretold the pleasure I would find with this man. I was sure that what I felt for Kamal, I would nerve, ever feel for another soul in this lifetime or the next, and I can happily say, I was completely comfortable with these new-found emotions. A little smile curved my lips as I let myself drift back into a state of restful slumber secure in the arms of the man, I know now I will love for as long as I draw breath.