Chapter 47: Chapter 47
LET ME PLEASURE YOU
All the restraints he was holding onto the past week, seemed to loose immediately and before he could hold himself back, his strong arms wrapped around her neck swiftly as his lips descended on hers.
No fight for dominance, just Rashid doing what he's best known to do, dominating her, showing her how downright of a moron he is, if he doesn't take from her, show her, show her all what he'd been planning to do to her in his head, just that now, it's in reality.
The sudden thought of catching cold flew out the window, as Janelle remained still in his arms, enjoying the close proximity of him, while he coaxed her lips to open wide for him. He nibbled on her lips before delving in, entwining his tongue with hers.
Jesus!, she felt so feverish, she needed support, needed to wound her arms around his neck, bring him closer, she didn't think they were as close as she wanted them to be, she NEEDED closer. Yes!, skin to skin, flesh to flesh. She needed to know what it's like to be wrapped around, with and in a man.
Her eyes were closed as he bit her lower lip, before tugging on it, drawing it like an elongated nub, suckled on it before letting it go with a loud sound plop.
Did he mention how much he had been restraining himself, the first day she arrived in his office, or when they were alone later at night when she came to pack her bag from her office. How he needed to set her on the large mahogany desk, spread her thighs apart and delve in to relish on her essence. He wondered just how she would taste, sweet or sour, metallic or bitter, salty or sharp. He needed to know.
Janelle felt all her insides turn to liquid, she felt her nipples harden to tight peaks and it shot straight to her core, creating a sharp, dull ache. She squeezed her thighs together, ohh JESUS!!, she wanted this man so much that the injury by the side of her waist didn't hurt that much. She NEEDED him so much, it sounded like an understatement.
She raised her hands to his shoulder wanting to hold onto something to keep her from loosing her footings, her legs had turned to jellies, that without his hands steadying her, she would have been on the floor, but immediately her hands came to rest on his shoulders, steadily, he stilled, forcefully dragged his lips away from hers.
"Don't." he warned in a strained voice.
Her brows creased in a frown, confusing etching and replacing her eyes which was all shades of lust few seconds ago.
She wanted to talk, needed to, but nothing was coming out, she tried, but all that could come out of her mouth were mumblings.
"D-did I do so-some-something wrong?." she sputtered, afraid of his answers. Afraid of what would happen if he suddenly lets go of the moment and act like he wasn't just ravishing her tantalizingly few seconds.
"No baby," he replied, "It's your hands, keep them away from me, I'm barely sane, but your hands, if you keep them on me..." thick silence descended between them, he looked Deon, meeting her eyes, he saw the confusion and pain there. "Allah!!." he cursed softly. Does this woman not know what she was doing to him, how much he wanted to yank the barricade between them?. Does she not know how hard he is and how he could burst into a million tiny bits if she keeps leading him on.... knowing she won't let him pass this stage- KISSING.
"What would happen?. If my hands are on you what wo-uld happen?," she asked shakily, her pètîte fingers trembling by her sides. "Y-you still bear grudges against me?, Think me a whore and you can't help it when my hands are on you...?" she kept throwing different questions at him.
No, he kept shaking his head negatively, "No Janelle baby, you got it all wrong. You're not a whore, you're not any man's whore. You're mine, my whore, but please..... let me just kiss you, have you in my arms like you were some minutes ago.."
"Rashid." she whimpered.
"Allah... it's the way you say my name. Now, saying another's name won't fit... it's...." he didn't say further as his lips descended on hers again. This time around it wasn't just her lips, no, anywhere he could get his lips on.
He told himself that all he needed was to kiss her, and maybe after kissing her, his aroused state would have dampened a bit, but now... he palmed her ass cheeks through her white towel, kneading on her flesh continuously, he couldn't get enough, he wanted to hold her bare, so he pushed her to the side of the door, molding himself on her, grabbing and grabbing, kneading and slapping. He pushed closer, closer until her breasts were pressed tightly to his chest and his cõck jutted on her abdomen.
She inhaled sharply, he was bigger, harder than the last time she felt him. The last FIVE YEARS. She felt it, all glorious and hard, jutting and jerking at her, wanting an escape and then she winced when she felt a sharp pain by the side of her waist.
"Hssh.." she winced again, Rashid pulled away immediately.
"Baby are you hurt, gawd!!!, I'm sorry. Let me see it." he pleaded.
"No, I'm not." she wanted to act all strong. He would stop if he knows she was more than hurt and she didn't want that. She needed him to continue, she was far gone to just stop.
"Yes, you are. You can't hide it from me baby." And yes, the man was just as stubborn as she is.
She hesitated, her cheeks flushed and she felt her core contract and tighten. Was this his own way of telling her to pull off her towel and get bare for him?. She asked herself.
Rashid seeing the situation, slapped himself mentally. He just remembered they were still outside and wet from the rain, and yes, she was bare and he had made a stupid request.
He held her hands and dragged her in, before closing the door behind him. Turned the key in the lock and dropped it on the table. The sitting room which Janelle saw before to be too big, suddenly became a very much enclosed space, the man made the house look so agonizingly small, he didn't try to do that. His presence did so.
He took her to a couch and made her see.
"Let me see." he pleaded in an almost strained voice.
Her head ducked down shyly and he saw her cheeks heat up, her lips all swollen from his ravishing kisses, he raked his hands through his hair giving him a dishevelled look.
"You know what Janelle baby, put your hands over your breast, take the towel down to cover your lower half, I need to see how far you've gone. If there's any need to call another doctor who would take care of this perfectly and faster." when all he wanted to say was, "Take the towel off your god-damned gorgeous body, I need to see your hard tits and your pink cherry between your creamy thighs, let me spray my confetti in your cherry." GROSS!!.
"I would turn around for you to do that." he added, before turning away from her, his hands clenched in fists. Obviously, it was hard doing that god-damned turning around.
Janelle wrapped her hands around her aching breasts and swollen tips, the excess flesh jutting out of her hands, there was certainly no way she could cover those big mounds of flesh. Why did she feel like doing the opposite of what she had told him earlier, he had seen her, touched her, tasted her, so there was nothing she was hiding away from him that he hadn't seen.
Yet, her hands still remained glued to her creamy mounds.
"Done?" he asked in a strained voice.
"Yes.." she replied throatily, wanting to say more.
He turned swiftly, his eyes heated, roaming around her drop dead features, he felt his cõck throb and twitch, wanting a release from it's confinement. It needed OUT.
He went on his knees, his eyes which were heated and filled with lust had turned all serious and etched with concern, he touched her rib and looked up to see her reaction, she gave none. It was blank, she just looked back.
"If it hurts, let me know." he said. He kept touching each part of her stomach, until his hands came to the scar that ran underneath her belly, a long tiny one, which looked like it was once big, but already healing. Janelle stiffened immediately.
He looked up at her, observing her tense features, "Does it hurt?" he asked, voice laced with deep concern.
She nodded negatively, she dreaded the moment too much, different questions roaming in her head.
"Would he know if I've birthed a child, or worse more two?, Does he know it's his child?, I hope he doesn't ask me any question. God please let him not, he should just forget this." she kept saying in her mind.
His brows creased in a frown, his hands still lingering over the particular area, she needed to do something, something to distract him, anything, so she knowingly removed her hands from her breasts, while he watched, took his hands and placed it on her breasts.
"Here....., this hurts." she cooed, her lips slightly parted as she brought his hands to her breast, his large, calloused hands grazing her lush breast.
He inhaled sharply, all thoughts of the scar vanishing into thin air. She slowly removed the towel from her lower half and tossed it on the floor.
"You're so beautiful, even after all this years. You still have a body of a temptress that needs constant worshipping. You're all beautiful." he said huskily, encircling her engorged tips with his thumb, teasing it as she threw her head back on the couch, her breath coming in short gasps.
Her wet core all bare for him to see. He needed to taste her, wanted to know if it was still like five years ago or if it was going to taste better.
"Janelle?." he called, he wanted to ask her, because he knew once this line was drawn off, there was no going back. NOT for her and NEITHER for him.
"I need to taste you."