She wanted him lower, yet she didn’t.
She wanted fear, yet it steadfastly refused to arrive.
She wanted to run, yet she wanted to remain.
Somehow she hit ‘Send’ on her text.
‘Now turn it off.’ Zahid didn’t lift his mouth from her skin as he delivered far from his final instruction. ‘I want no distractions.’
CHAPTER FIVE
TRINITY TURNED OFF her phone but it did not make it to the bedside table because his mouth was really working her stomach now and instead she just dropped the phone to the floor.
All phones were off, there was a ‘Do not disturb’ sign on the door, day had become night and all Zahid wanted to do was enjoy.
The soft skin of her stomach tasted better than even he had imagined. Still warm from the bath, it responded so readily to him. Zahid felt the tension in her stomach shifting, he felt the taut muscles relax and then tighten again, but in pleasure as his mouth moved steadily down.
Zahid was working her quickly but for one reason only—he wanted her to come.
Zahid had considered taking care of things in the shower so that he might take more time, but he had chosen to wait.
He was ruing that decision now as he deep-kissed her stomach and his hands slid up her thighs, for he had wanted Trinity for a lot longer than perhaps he cared to admit.
What to do? Trinity pondered. What should she be doing about now? Her hands moved to his hair, more to steady herself, but Zahid moved his mouth lower, nibbling at golden curls then nudging her clitoris out with his tongue as his fingers slid inside a place that no fingers had ever touched.
It was just her mind that was scared, Trinity realised, not her body, for it responded so readily to him.
She could feel a tremble in her thighs as his fingers and tongue stroked her intimately, a tremble that had her wondering if she could remain standing, but his hands soon answered that though, for he released her sex for a moment and guided her to the bed.
She thought he would kiss her, but Zahid had kissed her mouth last night and again this morning, and the first more intimate taste of her had him yearning for more and so he slid down the bed.
‘Zahid...’ Trinity attempted to halt him, could barely cope with her inhibition, but then came his voice.
‘Do you know how many times I have thought of this?’ Zahid revealed.
Why was she smiling when she should be in tears?
She could only do this with him, Trinity thought. It could only be this way, Trinity realised, for if he had seen the look of brief horror on her face at such intimate exposure, Zahid would have surely stopped.
He could not see it, though, he was too focused on her sex and guided her hips so she was kneeling over his face.
As she hovered over him his mouth kissed up her inner thigh till it met its shy mark.
‘Za—’ His name did role from her tongue, it halted in Trinity’s throat as his tongue rolled her somewhere deep. She had meant to tell him to stop, but by the time she got to ‘hid’ the world as she knew it was different.
Trinity’s expression had changed from horror to a smile and then to a shocked state of bliss as all those years of frustration were swept aside by the masterful strokes of his tongue.
To him she unfolded and, though together, somehow the moment was private, the awakening exclusive to Trinity, which was how she wanted it to be, how it had to be if she wanted him to be this bold.
‘I have a rose petal in my teeth,’ Zahid said, though his mouth did not move away.
‘They’re everywhere,’ Trinity breathed.
‘Good,’ Zahid said, returning to his heated mission. ‘I find each one.’
She didn’t actually have to do anything, Trinity realised, all she had to do was hold onto the bedhead and try not to moan as she followed instructions.
‘Kneel lower...’ Zahid breathed. ‘Lower.’ And she gasped as his face took more of her weight and, once it did, there was no chance of not moaning.
Unshaven, rough, wet and warm, he was everywhere that was needed, inside and out, as he devoured her with relish and his lack of inhibition gained hers.
Thank you, Trinity wanted to whimper, only not because of their earlier game—she had never been more grateful as he stirred her body beyond a simmer. She had to bite on her lip not to say it as he sucked and licked, and ran his stubbly jaw over her. His focus was so concentrated on her that Trinity didn’t have to do anything other than rock to her body’s tune and let out words that she would rather have kept in because they sounded so lame.
‘That’s lovely...’ she managed. ‘Lovely...’ Because it was. It was as it should be and no less than that, just so nice to be lifted a little higher by his hands and his tongue kissed her more lightly, swirling her and then probing her, only pausing to tell her she was something, Trinity had no idea what, in Arabic.
‘Fantastic,’ Zahid translated between licks.
She felt it.
Those sirens were back and moving closer, but there was no sense of danger. She had never had an orgasm, but twice had glimpsed it with Zahid, yet she was on the very edge of one now.
‘Zahid.’ She said it in one word this time, for now she did want him to slow down.
‘Why do you fight it?’
Because she didn’t know what it was, till suddenly it was there and she rose to boiling. The zap of tension that raced up her spine, the shaking of her thighs almost shot Trinity from the bed. Zahid held her hips hard down and his mouth absorbed the energy that pulsed to his lips and tongue as Trinity sobbed out her pleasure. She released a few long-held fears as Zahid fought his—he wanted more, more of the same, more of everything with her. As he lifted her pink and warm from his lips, his mouth suddenly returned again, softly kissing, for he might never be there again.
Trinity wanted to collapse forward but she was already leaning on her arms as Zahid slid up the bed and let her down so she rested at the top of his thighs.
She looked down where he rose between her legs and just explored him a moment with her fingers. Zahid watched, incredibly turned on by her gentle ministrations, very close to coming for the feel of her on his lips had been incredible and the feel of her hands was sublime.
Trinity stroked what would soon be inside her; she felt the soft drizzle of him moisten her fingers and she was actually excited for the moment ahead. Still breathless from her first orgasm, she wanted to get back on the merry-go-round, loved it that the more she stroked, somehow he became even harder, and bigger too.
‘You know...’ Trinity said, and then stopped.
‘Not unless you tell me.’
‘I could get to liking this.’ She smiled.
It was the most honest she had been.
‘I could get to liking this too,’ Zahid said, his face tense from withholding pleasure.
His words were more honest than he should dare to be, for a morning together was becoming far less than enough.
He could not think of that now. His mind was struggling just to remember what had once been routine—he reached to the bedside for a condom. Trinity halted him, for she wanted the softness of his skin to meet hers and she mumbled something about an IUD.
‘A coil,’ she explained, when he frowned.
She’d had one put in when she’d lost the baby, and had had it changed a couple of years ago, the fear of a random attack almost as petrifying as the fear of getting pregnant again.
‘You’re sure,’ Zahid said, trying to cling onto the last shreds of common sense, for he never went without. ‘Because if you get pregnant...’ he made a slitting gesture to his throat ‘...it will be off with mine.’ And Trinity actually laughed.
‘Very sure.’
He held the base of his thick cock and Trinity lifted herself and lowered herself, loving the feeling of being on top, the control he gave an unwitting gift perhaps, but it set her free.
He filled her completely, she was sure, but then he pulled her hips right down and she shuddered a sob as she struggled to accommodate the full length of him and rose of her own accord to escape, but nature brought her down again. With Zahid her body did not need instruction, it just followed its own lead, until it was Zahid who slowed her down, but for reasons of his own.
He tried to keep things smooth, and although Trinity did her best to move slowly, all she wanted to do was grind against him. Zahid too gave up fighting it and simply let her be.
Was this what she’d been so scared of? Trinity thought as she looked down at Zahid, yet she knew there was no other she could be more herself with. Whatever colour she wore on the day, Zahid saw the person beneath, whatever lie her lips produced, Zahid seemed to extract her truth.
‘I think I’m about to come...’ Trinity said, and started to chase the feeling, but to no avail. Just as she thought she might not repeat the magic his mouth had given her, Zahid took over, bucking his hips into her, grinding her down to him, and there was nothing to chase, she was already here. The final swell of him inside and the lift of his hips tipped her over the edge and she came to the delicious sight of a very controlled Zahid momentarily out of it, pulling her down to her side and bucking into her for those last delicious strokes, where they met in a place where logic was left far behind.
It was sex, Zahid said to himself as he kissed her down from her climax. Good-morning sex that had been a long time coming.
It must remain as simple as that.