Amira (6 page)

The head of his cock glided through the wetness between her legs,
parting the lips, and she ached to have him inside her again.  Her body
twitched as the glans teased her clit, each time like a soft electric shock. 
She writhed with pleasure beneath him and felt like she could come only from
the sensation that he was delivering.  As if he read her mind, he suddenly
stopped.  Serena frowned at him, confused.  Their eyes met, and he only smiled
and didn’t say a word.  Then he slid his cock down slowly and paused at the
opening to her vagina.

His eyes didn’t leave hers as he plunged deeply inside her.  This
feeling alone overwhelmed her, and she wrapped herself around him as she
surrendered to him.  She closed her eyes and moaned as he slowly penetrated
her, her vagina stretching and tightening around the thickness of his cock. 
She arched her body as she came, driving him deeper inside her.  He held her
and remained motionless as she held his cock inside her. 

Slowly they began moving together, in perfect sync as if they had
been lovers for years and already shared that intimate connection.  He knew how
to touch her to bring her quickly to another orgasm, and she begged him for
more.  He willingly fucked her and positioned her to give her more and more
pleasure each time, and Serena was a sweet doll in his hands, eager to please
him and to take everything that he gave.  She stopped counting her orgasms and
gave in to his unrelenting thrusting and penetrating.  Their bodies rocked
together blissfully until he released himself fully inside her.  She trembled
in his arms while the smooth muscles inside her massaged and milked every last
drop of his cum in the remaining moments before they both drifted off to sleep.

Serena slept soundly and peacefully after making love again.  The
voluminous pillows and damask duvet wrapped like clouds around her, cradling
her in comfort.  The fine Egyptian cotton sheets were so baby soft and silky
against her skin.  She was swept away into the clouds of this sensual, heavenly
bed, on a magic carpet of One Thousand and One Nights.  The most comforting of
all was feeling the strong arms of her prince wrapped around her protectively,
holding her close to his warm body as he dozed behind her. 

“Are you awake, my baby girl?” she heard him whisper, but she was
much too exhausted to reply. 

She wasn’t sure how long she had slept, but she opened her eyes a
crack to see that it was barely dawn.  She heard him whisper something else,
but she only snuggled against him and drifted off to sleep again. With her head
cloudy with sleep, she thought she heard him whisper the word “honey”, but she
didn’t comprehend anything before or after the word.

“Yes, baby,” she murmured softly, still not waking completely. 
She mumbled something incomprehensible.

“No, Serena…I’m telling you…my name is Hani...”

The
full moon glowed brightly, casting a pale blue hue over the wooded landscape. 
The clear sky sparkled with stars, but with no cloud cover, any warmth from the
day's sun had quickly diminished, and it was now chilly enough to see your breath. 
The grass was covered in heavy dew, and in the moonlight, it looked frosty.   It
was only the middle of September, and the leaves had barely begun to change and
almost none had fallen, even here away from the city, so she knew it could not possibly
be frost.

She
sat in silence, folding her arms defensively and turning away from him.  She
suddenly felt trapped in the backseat of his car, where only a few minutes
before they were making out, then suddenly it took a turn for the worse.  She
had quickly pulled away from him, her heart still racing and struggling to
catch her breath as she pulled her blouse closed and fumbled in the dark to
hook her bra and fasten her buttons.  It was all she could do to not open the
door and run off into the night.  She fought back her tears and stayed because
she knew it was a dark country road, and she wasn't familiar with the area and
was sure she also had no cell service that far away from town.  She almost
didn't care if she got lost or abducted out in the boonies; at least she would
not be stuck here with him any longer.

“Come
on...Maggie!  Would you just look at me?”  He shouted at her and pulled on her
arm, but she resisted and turned farther away from him.  “I can explain, I
swear...”  His tone had turned sweeter as he began to plead apologetically.

“Explain
what?  That you're a greedy bastard?  That you only care about getting yourself
off?”  Maggie spat, finally breaking her five-minute silence and glaring at him
with rage.

“What? 
No...I...Fuck it, Mags!  I'm done!” he argued and quickly left the backseat, stuffing
his now flaccid cock back into his jeans.  He zipped his jeans too quickly and
almost caught his skin in the zipper as he threw himself into the driver's
seat.  He gripped the steering wheel tightly for a moment, trying to calm
himself down, but he felt every vein in his head throbbing.  “Now would you get
the fuck up here?  I'm taking you home!”

How
dare he do this to me again
, she thought. 
How can he do this
every damn time?
  Maggie reluctantly opened her door and moved to the front
seat, her eyes filling with tears from anger more than from any kind of hurt or
sadness.  She was glad that the car had bucket seats and not a bench seat so
she could be as far away from him as possible.  She didn't even want to see
him, let alone be stuck in close quarters with him.  She inched a little
farther closer to the door and away from him as she buckled her seat belt. 
Their silence hung like a heavy veil in the car, and she angrily pushed his
hand away when he reached out to caress her thigh.

“Just
take me home...now....please,” she said trying to hold back her tears.

Shane
put the key in the ignition of the 1974 Pontiac Ventura GTO, and the motor
hesitated to turn over. 

Great,
just what we need now
, she thought, shaking her head in disgust. 
A
dead battery.

He
waited a minute, tried it again, and the engine came to life.  They were both
relieved and wanted this night to be over as soon as possible.  She cursed him
out in her head for not even being able to have a dependable running vehicle at
his age.  He had bragged that he got a steal when he bought the car and rebuilt
the motor himself, and whatever GTO meant, she didn’t know or care, but he
always talked like it was something special. 

Some
deal he got and some Mr. Fix-It he is
, she thought sarcastically
as they pulled back onto the dirt road.  Shane slammed his foot on the
accelerator and spun the tires, spitting loose gravel behind the car, and
headed back to the highway. 

“And
turn off this fucking shit!” she added angrily and reached to turn off the
droning country-western music that he was fond of, which he knew she hated.

The
evening had started well, and they seemed to share the same sense of humor, had
enjoyed a movie together, and then got a bite to eat at Flanagan's.  She
normally couldn’t stomach bar food which she generally found greasy and
inedible, but the pub prided itself on serving higher quality food than most
and maintained a nice dining area with traditional Irish pub decor. Shane's
uncle played fiddle in the
céilí
band, even if he was not
Irish, and Maggie enjoyed the lively music.  They had a couple drinks, flirted,
and seemingly everything was going well.

Maggie
was dropping all of the right hints that she wasn't ready for the night to be
over, so when they left the pub, Shane suggested they go for a drive before
calling it a night.  It was a nice moonlit evening, and before long, it would
be getting too cold to enjoy evenings like this, so they drove about twenty
minutes outside of the city limits with the windows down to enjoy the cool,
fresh air before Shane pulled off of the main highway and into a wooded area. 
He took the key from the ignition, and without a word, climbed into the
backseat of the car.  Maggie much more properly opened her door and got out,
inhaling deeply the evening air, and hopped into the backseat with him. 

Maggie
wasn't one to mince words, nor was she one to wait for a guy to make the first
move.  As soon as she closed her door, she scooted over close to him then
straddled his lap.  This was not their first time together, so she knew that
with Shane she had to be the assertive one and get things started.  She kissed
him deeply and grabbed his hands and pulled them to hold her ass.  Her jeans
were tight as she rode his lap, and he began to slide his hands, caressing her
curves. 

She
wondered if he had ever fucked a girl because she always had to initiate
things, and she always felt like she was guiding him and leading the whole
thing.  They had hooked up other times, but the subject had never really come
up about how many partners each had had.  They would hang out together and make
out, and that was the depth of their relationship.  For one reason or another,
it never resulted in any actual penetration, just a lot of heavy petting and
the occasional blow job, while Maggie would masturbate alone in her own bed or
the shower as she washed another pathetic date off of her.

She
continued kissing him, pushing her breasts against his chest and grinding her
hips against his.  He was breathing heavily, and she could feel the constricted
bulge growing against her in his faded blue jeans.  She was becoming aroused
too and felt her pussy wet in her own jeans as she rubbed her crotch against
his.  She leaned back and unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her bra to expose
her breasts to him.  He smiled, and his eyes lit up like someone had laid out a
beautifully grilled steak meal in front of him.  She loved that feeling of
being desired, and he brought his hands up to her breasts and started to fondle
them.  She arched her back, pushing them out to him.

They
continued their kissing and frustrated fondling, and she moaned softly when he
brought his lips to her nipple and began suckling on her breast as he massaged
and stimulated the other one with his strong hand.  She closed her eyes,
letting herself enjoy the attention.  She bit her lip and moaned as he sucked
one then the other, and she had brought her hand down and was stroking his
hardness through his jeans. 

His
hands left her body, and he pulled down his zipper and reached inside, pulling
out his stiff cock like he was proudly offering it up for her inspection. His
unleashed erection was fully engorged, and she was impressed by the size and
loved that she could see his pre-cum already moistening the tip.  She felt her
clit tingling with excitement as she wrapped her hand around his thick, veiny
cock. She looked at it longingly and wanted so badly for him to take her right
there in the backseat.  She wanted to feel him against her pussy, grazing past
her clit through the slippery wetness before thrusting deeply into her.  She
wanted to ride him hard as her breasts bounced freely, pounding his cock fully
into her until his hot cum exploded inside her.

But
instead he pushed her hand away and started stroking his cock himself.  She
thought that was something different and something she hadn't experienced
before, but she went with it and began to massage her breasts and play with her
own nipples, leaning back so he could admire her body as he jerked himself
off.    She had never watched a man get himself off, but the sight of him
touching himself was much more exciting to her than she had ever thought it
would be. She was certain that this was only the beginning and that they would
go farther than the other times, and she so wanted to have her pussy licked. 
She loved to feel a man's tongue flicking and tickling her clit, making her cum
as he slid a finger inside her pussy. 

His
hand pumped up and down on his cock, and Maggie felt her cheeks blush crimson
as she watched him and her heart raced with excitement.  She tried to stop him
and go back to kissing him, but he looked disturbed and turned his face away
from her.  She put her hand on his again to get him to stop and let things
progress, but he protested and pushed her away again.  She tried again to
redirect his attention to her but to no avail.  She jumped off of his lap and
moved to the other side of the seat.

“What
the fuck, Maggie?!” he shouted in disbelief and confusion about what was going
on.   “I was almost there!  You can't leave me blue-balled now!  What the
fuck?!”

Serena
woke when she heard Hani's cell phone ring and was disturbed that it was barely
daylight and someone was calling.  It was a sound she had grown accustomed to
in the time since they met, and it seemed that the office could never leave him
alone, even after hours, so she pulled the duvet up to her ears and snuggled
back down into the pillow.  She pouted at first when she had asked if he could
turn his phone off in the evenings when they were together and he said no;
getting this company off the ground was his job and he couldn't shirk the
responsibility. 

Eventually
she admired his dedication and got used to the frequent interruptions.  It was
usually his assistant or his boss, confirming details of a meeting or
discussing some other business matters.  He didn't mind talking to her about
his work, but she was finally accepting the interruptions as just a normal part
of her new routine.  He wasn't secretive at all and left all of his paperwork
in plain sight, but she understood that he just wanted to keep business
separate from their time together as much as he could, so she respected his
space and didn't ask many questions.