She had tried to explain things a year ago but he hadn't bothered to listen. Jasmine decided it was probably not a good idea to remind him of that now. When she looked up at him in concern, he brought his head down and kissed her.
"I love you," she whispered with a tiny smile.
He looked deep into her eyes. "I was jealous," he confessed. "I thought that maybe you had feelings for Armaan after all and I was trying to give you some space to decide what you want."
She looked at him in surprise. "God, Hamza, I can't believe that even after all this time, you still doubt my love for you?" She stepped away. "What do I have to do to convince you?" she demanded angrily. "You are the only man for me!"
He regarded her thoughtfully and then touched her arm, running his fingers up her bare skin. She shivered at the contact. "You're too young for me," he murmured and she rolled her eyes.
"I don't care about that," she stated adamantly.
He studied her stubborn features, her dark eyes and the stance of her beautiful body. "Do you really love me that much?" he asked her. "You'll do anything for me?"
She pressed closer and kissed him. "Of course, my love," she said huskily.
He groaned and picked her up, carrying her to the sofa. "You're so beautiful, Jasmine," he said and kissed the tops of her breasts. "It seems to me that you grow more and more beautiful and sexy every day."
She arched up into him and he unzipped the front of her top, looking hungrily at her breasts. "Hot," he whispered, his eyes growing darker with lust. "How is any man supposed to resist this?"
Jasmine ran her fingers through his hair as he suckled on her nipple. Hamza's hands travelled down her body and unzipped her jeans before moving inside her panties. He began to massage her sex while biting on her nipples. Jasmine tensed as his fingers probed deeper. Something was wrong. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on the sensation of his fingers thrusting into her but even though her sensitive clit responded, the rest of her body seemed to have gone numb.
She tried moving herself under his hand but for some reason, her pussy remained dry. What was happening to her? Why couldn't she respond to him?
"Oh, Jas." Hamza raised his head and she saw the extreme hunger on his face. "Can you take me in your mouth?" he said hoarsely and lifted them both up in a sitting position, opening his fly and allowing his erection to spring free. "My wife never does it, please. I need it."
Jasmine stared at him for a moment before glancing at his cock uncertainly, having never given anyone a blowjob before. Hamza cupped the back of her neck, urging her down to it.
When she hesitated, he started getting impatient. "Come on, please," he urged. "Do it. Suck me. You said you love me, right? Prove how much."
So she did it.
Not because she desired it but because it was the first time he had asked her to pleasure him that way and she wanted to make him happy. He had forgiven her after so long, she did not want to disappoint him again. Hamza was breathing raggedly as she tried her best to give him a blowjob and then, he tensed and started to spill himself, biting his lip to keep from crying out.
He made her swallow all of him even though she hated the taste of it and when she finally looked up, his head was thrown back against the sofa as he recovered from the orgasm. She kept looking at him until he finally opened his eyes and smiled at her, his eyes gleaming in satisfaction.
"That was mindblowing," he said between breaths. "Did you like it?"
She smiled at him. "Yes." It was a lie. Of course, she had not liked it. She didn’t ever want to do it again. But this was all for him. Her love wasn't selfish.
"Oh," he moaned and sighed. "I have to go take a shower," he said.
She scrambled off him and adjusted her clothes and hair, forcing another smile. "Come and see me when you’re free later," she reminded him and he grinned, transformed after having received that climax.
He placed a soft kiss on her lips, zipping up his pants. "Tonight," he promised huskily.
Her face and eyes glowed as she left his room. But deep inside, something nagged at her. Why hadn't she responded to him when he had touched her so intimately? She loved him deeply but his touch had not driven her wild. And why had the act of giving him oral sex felt so...wrong?
The answer came to her when she was busy typing the last chapter of her latest novel in her room later that evening.
She did not trust him.
Hamza's constant rejections out of jealousy had put her on guard. If he really loved her as much as she loved him, he would start craving her just as badly as she craved him after they had an argument.
But no. It was so easy for him to ignore her. She could never hurt him like that. Even if she got mad at him, if he gave her one loving look, she would go running to him because her love surpassed all other emotions.
Then why couldn't Hamza do the same despite seeing her
