"Oh, sweetheart," he hissed, lust darkening his features at the sight of her bare skin. Then he pushed down her bra to put his mouth directly on her breasts. It was not the first time he had done that but it had been a long time and her body sang with pleasure. "You taste so sweet, baby."
When Hamza removed his shirt and unzipped his trousers a minute later, Jasmine grew uncertain. Even though she had bravely declared that she was ready for sex, she was nervous because their lovemaking had never gone below the waist before.
"Hamza," she whispered. "I don't know if-"
"Please, baby." Taking her hands, he wrapped them around his cock. "Oh, wow. That feels really nice."
Hesitantly, she caressed his length, looking at it curiously. It was so long and thick, she felt frightened.
"God, don't look at me like that," he groaned and she brought her eyes back to his face. He was so painfully aroused and she wondered what she should do about it. Instinctively, she started pumping her hands up and down his cock. Hamza gritted his teeth and then crushed her to himself, kissing her roughly.
"Jasmine," he growled long and hard and jerked his hips into her hand. "Yes, just like that."
After a while, she felt something warm and wet flowing over her fingers. His hands covered hers as he spilled himself and she savored the sounds he made, glad that he was making them because of her. "Oh," he finally sighed and settled his head on her breast, breathing heavily, their hands still gripping his cock.
They stayed like that for a while before he lifted his head and smiled at her. It was a smile of such pure joy that it filled her with pride that she could make him feel that way.
"That was awesome," he breathed, gazing at her fondly. "I'll come to your bedroom tonight," he whispered. "I want to share more of my love with you."
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"Jas. Oi, Jas."
Jasmine stopped at the sound of Rizwaan's voice and his thundering footsteps in the college hallway. She frowned. "Easy there, Riz," she said. "What's with the stampede?"
He gulped some air, holding out a piece of paper to her. "Pass this to Zoya. Late for class. Phone. Battery. Dead. Thanks."
Then he ran off, leaving her standing there staring after him. She laughed to herself. Crazy guy, that one. After pocketing the note, she headed over to Hamza's office. He was standing by the window, sipping something from a mug and she entered without knocking, locking the door behind her.
Memories of the previous night came flooding back, when he had come inside her room to wish her a happy birthday in the middle of the night and found her naked. He hadn't made love to her but he had definitely wanted to if anything could be said of the sound that had escaped his mouth upon touching her naked body.
As Jasmine hugged him from behind, he covered her hands with one of his and they laced their fingers together.
"I liked the feel of your pussy last night," were his first words to her.
She tried to extricate her fingers from his and smack him but he would not let go. "Hamza."
"Mmm. Wish I could have licked it and given you the satisfaction that you gave me yesterday."
She gasped, both thrilled and shocked at the same time that he was speaking to her like this. "You are becoming very naughty," she pouted and he turned and scorched her with his hot gaze.
"You started it, love."
She supposed she had by asking for sex. She could not blame the guy for responding so enthusiastically. He placed his cup on a coffee table. "What time is your class?" he murmured, bending his head to kiss her.
She responded to the kiss first and drew back as currents of desire sparked across her bloodstreams, reminding her of how good his mouth had felt on her last night. "Um...not for another hour," she whispered. "Why?"
He smiled enigmatically. "You know why, baby," he said and a predatory gleam entered his eyes which both frightened and excited her. "I want to see you naked again."
She looked around. "Here?"
He laughed. "Where else? That teaser at home drove me crazy last night. I had to pretend that I fell asleep on the couch while watching television when I was, in fact, trying very hard to make my erection go down."
She giggled. "Sorry."
He kissed her again and walked her back towards the couch.
Jasmine grew nervous. It was broad daylight. "What if someone knocks?" she asked worriedly.
He lowered her onto the couch and stretched across her body, breathing deeply, his erection painfully obvious. "Then, they'll think I'm not in my office," he countered and she rolled her eyes. Of course. She was being silly. "Take your clothes off,' he commanded and she froze, feeling scared for some reason.
"Could you say it again, please?" she requested. "Lovingly this time."
He smiled at her reassuringly. "I just want to give you another birthday gift. But if you're uncomfortable-"
"I'm not," she stated hurriedly and removed her top.
"Mmm. Red. I like it."
She smirked and unzipped her jeans.
"Wait." He leaned forward and held her breasts through her red bra, pinching her nipples and causing her to gasp.
"Are you wet for me, Jasmine?"
She remained silent, wondering at how much he had transformed since yesterday when she had made him climax. He seemed to have become addicted to the pleasure now. He had gotten a taste and craved more. Or maybe it was because he kept insisting that they had little time left and wanted to make the most of it.
His eyes darkened as he pulled off her jeans and panties. "I really, really have to taste you," he whispered. "Open for me.'