ZACKRIYA ISLAM

I kissed her lips so ragedly because I wanted to claim her soft lips ever since I kissed her on our nikkah day.

No doubt she's very plain looking but she's my plain jane. She's surprised me so much that it makes me want her.

I kissed her passionately until we were both gasping for air. I tightened my arms around her and leaned in to her neck.

Hmm, samsara. It suited her so well.

"Amber, are you sure? Do you want me to claim my wedding night tonight?" I murmured in her ear.

Her hands came up to my shoulders and she leaned closer to my ear.

"This is our wedding night, darling." She affirmed, her lips brushing against my earlobe.

Her small gestures were driving me crazy. Its strange. I used to be a notorious player back in college. There wasn't a night when i didn't get laid and charming girls was a habit but no girl ever had any affect on me as much as my wife had. I never allowed any other woman to try to come near. It was all physical with then.

But with my wife, its completely different. It isn't just physical, my heart is also involved.

Maybe that's it. Because she's my wife that's why im letting her make a place in my life and my heart- because i know that we are partners in life now. Maybe this is one of the pleasures of marital life that the imam had told me about. And I welcomed it wholeheartedly.

Collapsing on the bed together, my lips claimed her soft ones. I was becoming drunk in them. I released her lips and stared at her, her eyes were closed, her face turning away from me. I felt her body tense and quiver against mine. I brought her face around so that she could look at me.

"Amber, open your eyes," I breathed closed to her lips. Slowly, she opened her eyes-- her soft brown ones looking deeply into my blue ones. There was apprehension yet expectation there.

"Don't worry, I will never hurt you. This is your first time right?" I inquired softly. It was clearly obvious but I wanted to ask for my own information. I know that's she's a Virgin that's why she's scared right now but I wanted her to know that I was going to be extremely gentle to her because she's my wife and I would never hurt her.

"Yes," she replied, her brows furrowing. Looks like I offended her. I chuckled lightly and straightened her brows with my finger.

"Then know that's it's scary at first but it's gonna be okay." I pacified.

"Of course I know that. It's just. . . ," she paused and swallowed, her eyes looking down and that's when I noticed her already red cheeks getting brighter.

"I haven't been with a man in my life so it's a bit awkward and strange for me." She admitted coyly, her hands resting in my chest. I smiled widely and left one of her hand.

"Then I won't disappoint you or make you feel uncomfortable. Trust me, I'll take you to heaven tonight baby." I murmured in her ear and got on my knees. Taking my shirt off, I kept my eyes on hers. She tried to look away from my naked chest but I cupped her chin gently.

"Don't look away from me," I commanded. She obeyed and stared at me. I took her hands in mine and placed them on my beating heart.

"You feel that. I'm as nervous as you." I stated, my heart beating even  more fast then it already was.

She pursed her lips together and gave me a sincere look. I grinned widely. She was ready.

She propped up on her elbows.  Leaning closer, I began to plant kissed on her neck and jaw, my hands removing her net negligee from her shoulders. When my hands found the hook of her bra, I heard her take in a sharp breath. I kissed her shoulder to calm her down as I slowly took off her bra. Hugging her closely, I gently laid her down. She face was scarlet.

When I laid my eyes on her body, I smiled. "You're beautiful," I said to her. Her eyes widened.

Immediately, my lips claimed hers.

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AMBER ZAID

beautiful.

He called me beautiful. How can he call my ugly fat body beautiful? I know that he's the first person to call me beautiful but my ears are just not ready to believe him.

And it was so embarrassing to make him witness my coyness earlier. It took so much courage for me to put on this lingerie but it seems that's my boldness was in vain as soon as he touched me.

While his lips claimed mine in a heated kiss, he licked my lower lip, seeking entrance into my mouth which I gladly gave. Our tongues fought for dominance. His touch was making my female core go berserk--hot and heavy between my thighs. I never knew this feeling before.

His hands came up to my breasts and began kneading them. I shivered under his hold. Buckling my knees together tightly to get a hold of the strange fury that was raging between my thighs.

His mouth released mine and I gasped for air. His mouth travelled from my jaw to my my neck. A moan escaped my lips as his lips trailed kissed down my neck. I gripped his shoulders firmly as he went down to the valley of my breasts. His fingers gently carrassing my hardened nipples. His lips claimed my left hardened bud as his fingers played with my other bud. His tongue teased my bud so profoundly that it caused me to groan. It caused my already wet core to moisten even further. I moaned. He was making me wait. I was growing impatient. I don't know why but I wanted him to hurry and be inside of me already. I couldn't take his gentle ministrations any further. It was almost torture.

I heard him chuckle against my chest as he sat up. Cold air met with my naked flesh and instinctively, my arms went up to cover my breasts but his hands were fast and caught my wrists. "Don't hide yourself from me." He demanded softly. His legs that were straddling me were now between my legs. My knees were locked together but he gently spread them apart. I stared at his chest, it wasn't muscular but it was broad and smooth, with only a trail of dusty blond hair on his sternum.

"Although," he breathed and took my right foot in his hand and began to take off my heels. "I love these heels on you but I know you won't be comfortable so just for tonight, I'm taking these off you. But I won't do the same thing next time." He said humorously. A small smile of gratitude lingered on my lips. I wanted to take them off but a friend of mine back in NYC told me that men love heels in bed.

He was staring at me deeply as he took off my heels and them got off the bed to take off his pants and boxers.

My eyes widened and my cheeks flared when I saw him in his male glory. His manhood stood erect and hard against his pelvis. I swallowed.

Although I had done so many vasectomies and did so much research on prostate cancer, looking at the specimens never made me as nervous or on the edge as seeing it in a man especially when that man is your husband.

He slowly crawled back between my legs. He came back to my lips and softly kissed me as his hand made its way to my panties.

My breathing accelerated as his palm cupped my private part.The butterflies in my stomach began to fight in a raging war as his hand did wonders to me. My already wet core began to pour out more. I moaned and gasped as he proceeded to take off my panties. As soon as they were off, his eyes stared glued to mine as his fingers slid to my dripping core. I gasped and my back arched off the bed as my hands gripped the sheets. Zack had held me from my shoulders to steady me. My eyes were squeezed tightly.

"Oh babe, you're so ready for me." He said as he slid another finger inside of me. I quivered and tried not to squirm away from him. he kissed my temple and then his lips found a very sensitive spot behind my ear. I felt so alive as he held me tightly while his fingers carried out their onslaught.

"Amber, open your eyes," he said as his fingers left me and his arm on my shoulders also withdrew. I obeyed and found him hovering on top of me. His eyes were serious all of a sudden. I didn't understand why he was looking at me like that until I felt something position itself at my entrance.

"Are you ready?" he murmured. I swallowed and grabbed his shoulders firmly and nodded. He smiled and brushed his lips on mine. He smelled so nice that it was almost surreal.

"I'll be gentle, I promise." He murmured and waited for my permission. I stilled and took a deep breath.

"Okay." I said. And with that, he thrust inside of me in one swift move. I gasped loudly and gripped his shoulders so tightly that my nails began to dig into his deltoids as a sharp pain went through my body from between my legs. I went rigid but Zack hugged me tenderly. He didn't move any further. A lone tear fell from the corner of my eye as the pain still radiated.

"Relax yourself Amber, the worst is over." He whispered soothingly in my ear. I made an attempt to relax and breathed in and out.

"Now, I'll keep my promise and make you experience pleasure you haven't experienced before." He muttered and took me. I gasped as his hard manhood began to move and thrust slowly inside of me.

I had never felt like this before. There was pain for a brief moment but it was soon replaced by pleasure that I had never experienced before. My cried were converted into moans as he made love to me—is that what they call this? Making love?

Zack was slow and gentle and he didn't rush at all. I relaxed and began to enjoy this beautiful magical moment. He was right. He made me experience heaven. It was divine. The feeling of being one with your partner. The intense pleasure was sublime.

As I neared my climax, I was sure that I would be coming but it wasn't until I heard zack groan and he came and planted his seeds inside of me. Falling on me, his body sweaty and his breathing ragged, he kissed my lips one last time before he fell on his side. He breathed in and out for a few moments and I did the same. He pulled me against his chest and kissed my forehead tenderly.

"Are you okay?"

"Hmm,"

"Did I hurt you?"

"No," I breathed and closed my eyes, my fingers running in the dust of his chest hair.

"Rest now amber," he breathed and kissed my forehead again. Soon I heard his light snores. Moving the sheets up to my chest, I covered my body and quietly got off the bed. I was feeling so sore but I needed to get something done. I saw the red definitive stain of my virgin blood on the clear white sheets. I blushed and retreated to the bathroom. Glancing in the mirror, I viewed my reflection—yes, I looked radiant. My cheeks flared and my hair in a Maine, I had indeed changed overnight. My neck and shoulders bore his kiss marks.

I felt almost content, almost complete. I felt . . . . happy. After a long time I experienced happiness but it was short lived as I remembered what I have to do.

I have one goal in mind and I will not forget.

This apprehension was only for today. After tonight, it will only be physical between us. I must not allow myself to get emotionally involved with him otherwise it will make difficulties for me in the future. There was only one reason why I got married in the first place and now I must only focus on that.

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