Mahmud

Zahra's naked body is overwhelming me. Fantasies beckon to be made real as she moves her soft warmth up against me. My gaze travels over those curves, the peaks of her breasts with the rounded dark centers, hardened nipples begging for my kisses.

It dawns on me, I'm so new to this...

I don't want to do this wrong.

She's guiding my fingers over the petals of her womanhood. The full moonlight coming in through the windows of my apartment bedroom gives me a heavenly vision of her. My erection throbs even more at the thought of entering her here, in her secret hot, wet place.

Her hands rests on my groin and she reaches in my pants, that first touch of her fingers brushing over the head of my swollen cock is like a shock to my body. My gaze goes to her face, she licks her luscious lips, fixated for a moment where she's exploring, then her eyes meet mine.

Gods, those eyes!

She pleasurably strokes over my cock a few times. "I'm nervous, Mahmud."

I inhale deeply. "Then don't undo me just yet, Zahra. We can take our time."

"What if he does kill you?" Zahra asks, eyes wide and suddenly horrified.

I sweep her up against me and kiss her deeply. "He won't." She pushes me down, pinning me down on my bed to straddle me, and leans over me to kiss me. I'm aware as her nipples drag across my chest as she moves, her hips rock up against my clothed erection.

So close to being inside her.

The carnal parts of me are urging me to free myself and to push myself inside her.

Her hips pulse over me to her own beat, and it feels good the way she rubs her heated center over my erection. Building up a pressure in my balls as she does so.

"Mahmud!" She gasps my name, and she presses herself on me harder. "That feels too good!" She continues though, not giving up, and I buck her from underneath.

Look who is riding who...

Her breasts bounce tantalizingly as she moves, the nipples swollen and budded in her arousal, and I reach up and massage them, kneading over them and raising my head to suck on one.

"Oh, yes!" Zahra moans. "Yes, please! Oh my gods, Mahmud, I'm—I'm going to come!"

She cries out, her body shaking against me, and I devour the other breast.

Her pleasured cries, along with the feel of her grinding on me, pushes me over the edge too and I muffle my own groans buried between her sweet breasts.

Paradise. Right here.

We still in that space, her on top of me, and then she slides off of me to nestle next to me with her head on my chest. I don't know what to say.

Guilt begins to build in me. Did I shame Zahra by my actions? Did she feel the warmth of my semen?

Zahra breathes in deeply and sighs, a silly little smile on her lips. "That felt so good."

"Yes," I murmur.

"I don't know what lies ahead, but I'm here for you," Zahra promises in a whisper, her hand raises to my chest next to her cheek and she brushes her fingers over my chest hair. "Ah, your body is so muscly and hard, Mahmud. You smell so good too."

I'm quiet at first, my hand runs through her soft hair.

"How long have you thought of me in this way?" I ask her finally.

"For too long," Zahra says with an embarrassed giggle.

It's like a hit to the gut. I can't say anything. I'm not sure what I'm feeling. All I know is it feels right to have her here with me. Even if our world is ending. When she shifts her body my gaze notes how her breasts spread out while she's on her back.

Cautiously I reach to cup one of those enticing breasts, she grasps my hand and keeps it there, giving me permission to be possessive of her. "You like how I feel?" She asks.

"That would be an understatement, I love how you feel," I whisper in her ear and kiss the crescent mark on her forehead.

Her eyes get glassy and she kisses the top of my hand. "Let's go to sleep."

"If I wake up, I'm going to do more than kiss you," I warm her. "Is that alright?"

"Yes, please," Zahra says, closing her eyes I watch a single tear fall.

"Are you okay?" I ask her.

"I'm just—just really happy. Right here," Zahra says her voice shaky. "I never want to leave this place. Don't leave me, Mahmud. Can you promise you won't leave me?"

"I promise, I will never leave you," I blurt this oath out without fully thinking through the implications of it. But I mean it from the bottom of my heart. Leave Zahra? Never.

She's crying now, her body shuddering in sobs.

"Did I do something wrong?" I've never seen her so emotionally undone. Zahra is always so composed and calm.

"N-no, y-you said everything I wanted to hear," Zahra sobs and my heart breaks for her. I cup beneath her chin and we're kissing once more.

"I want to make love to you," I say, my voice low. "This time, I want all of you." My hand travels from her breasts to over her belly to between her legs. She arches her backside up against my hip as I reach around to stroke just above her soft mound.

She reaches behind herself and pushes my pants down my hips and grips my enlarging cock in her fist, thumb lightly tracing over the slit on the head. I close my eyes moaning at the touch and nibble lightly on her ear. She responds with a moan of her own.

"You guide me. We can go as slow as you'd like," I whisper into her ear and lightly graze my teeth on the side of her neck.

Her sobbing completely ceased, her breath hitches as she places the head of my cock to her entrance from behind. I gasp as the wet heat of her arousal kisses that crown.

"You're sure?" I ask. My erection strains to slip inside that secret garden.

She bites her lip and nods. "P-please. I want you to." She backs her padded ass into me till my crown intrudes inside the sheathe of her womanhood.

My hips move so I'm deeper still.

"Gods almighty," I swear, reaching around to hold her breasts as I penetrate her till my hips are flush with her lovely ass and my cock is hugged tightly in her hot sheathe.

One at last.