Continental Divide (15 page)

“You’re not going to think of me when you
return home?” Imran asked.

“Oh, I’m going to think of you and I’m going
to wish you much success with your writing career. I hope you
become even larger than Khaled Hosseini.”

“From your pretty lips to the ears of Allah.
And I wish you the same, Tanya. I hope that you find the funds
necessary to make all of your dreams come true. I hope that all of
the children you love in America find loving parents. And I pray to
Allah that your cousin Lettie will live many more years so that she
may raise and love her own children.” He placed a soft kiss on her
lips and sighed. “You know you’re so much more than you appear to
be at first glance. If we had a bit more time I think we
would….”

“Don’t say it, Imran, we don’t have more
time. But we can make the most of the time we have now.”

Tanya sighed and decided to ignore waiting
for Imran to make the first move, instead she leaned her body into
his, wrapped her arms around him, opened her mouth and kissed him
with all the fire that was in her. She felt him tremble as he
pulled her close, felt the water pelting over them. His tongue
entered the depth of her mouth and she could feel his hunger. It
matched her own. Fire burned in her veins, she couldn’t get enough
of him. Suddenly he pulled away and she watched beneath eyes that
were half lidded as he poured liquid into the palms of his hands
and smiled at her. He washed first one breast, tenderly kissing her
through the suds, lathering the next and kissing that one also,
pulling on her nibbles going farther and farther down, his lips
trailing fire everywhere he kissed. He paused for a moment to pour
more liquid as he spread her nether lips apart with two fingers.
“No,” she protested softly, “that’ll burn.”

“Don’t worry, I promise it won’t.”

He then rubbed the soapy concoction over her
tender flesh and she waited for a burn. None came, but the area
felt highly sensitized. Imran dropped down on his knees lathering
her thighs, one hand continually washing her while the other held
her in place by the light pressure on her buttocks. He was coming
so close but seemed to refuse to pay special attention to that spot
where she craved more. She could feel his breath hot as it touched
her skin. She’d never had a man bathe her before and didn’t know if
she’d ever want to bathe herself again. This was heaven. His hand
going over her wet skin, the friction, and every so often his
massive erection bushed against her swaying with the heaviness. He
made his way back up touching her more. His finger dipped into her,
touching her spot nearly making her jump out of her skin. She
groaned and reached out to press his hand more firmly to her
flesh.

“Give me that,” she said reaching for the
bottle with the soap that didn’t burn. She smiled, poured a hand
full and began washing him her hand moving over his smooth brown
flesh touching his flat nipples feeling an urge to suckle him as
he’d done her, to flick her tongue over the little nubs and feel
them throb with lust and life. She continued on her southern path
going between his thighs cupping him, finding him hard as steel and
soft as velvet she stroked and stroked. Enjoying the feel of him
moving in her hand she smiled seductively at him and went beneath
to touch and caress the rest of him. The water turned suddenly cold
and she jumped back squealing realized she’d inadvertently moved
the handle. “That’s cold,” she said breathless.

“Don’t worry I’ll warm you back up.” He
lifted her in his arms and carried her to his massive bed. “This is
the last time I will ask if you’re sure.”

Was she sure? Was the man crazy? Of course
she was sure. She was so hot she was about to pop. Dag gone. The
man was good. She’d thought she’d feel self-conscious with him
watching her, his eyes burning her, but she hadn’t. She liked it.
She was glad she wasn’t a virgin. She reached for Imran, cupping
him again, running her finger over the head of his erection. He
growled and attempted to pull away but she was holding him tightly
releasing him slightly, then increasing the pressure of her grip.
Imran was big all over it seemed. Now the thing was if he knew what
to do like he’d bragged. She’d soon see.

She felt Imran moving away, one hand
securely around her waist as he pulled her with him. She smiled
figuring he was going for a condom. Good, she thought, very good. A
moment later something light touched her skin then as more pressure
was applied it tickled making Tanya lose focus and release the
death grip she’d held on Imran.

Moving back an inch Imran smiled down at
her. “There are rules in everything. Didn’t I tell you that? There
are rules in seduction.”

“But you don’t need to seduce me. I’m here
in your bed ready willing and able.”

“Rule one. I will make love to you.” He
pointed at his chest. “I will bring you fulfillment over and over
and then we will make love.”

“But I want to participate, to touch you…
you’re so….so….well endowed,” she finished running her tongue over
first her teeth then her lips. “I think you’re going to be
something that I wish I could take home.” Imran blinked and she saw
a strange flicker in his eyes. “Imran, I’m glad we’re finally
together,” she whispered not wanting to change the look she was
still seeing in his eyes, like maybe this would go on after she
left Pakistan and the truth was it wouldn’t.

“Lay back,” Imran said, pushing her shoulder
gently with one hand while placing the pillows beneath her head
with the other. “Are you aware that the soles of your feet are
where every nerve center is controlled?” He smiled at the disbelief
in her eyes. “I’m going to make you have the biggest orgasm of your
life by touching only your feet.” He laughed at her disappointment.
“Don’t worry; before we’re done there will not be one spot of your
beautiful body that I’ve not touched. And I will make you come for
me each and every time.”

“That’s a mighty big boast.” Tanya cleared
her throat. What the heck? The man was asking to please her. “Can I
have glass of water while I wait for you to begin, or maybe a
book?” She laughed but stopped the instant Imran pressed a finger
to the center of her foot. What the hell? She felt the pull all the
way to her center. A wave of desire washed over her so strong that
it almost embarrassed her. She reached her hand out to slow Imran
down but he gently pushed her away.

“I thought you wanted to see everything that
I’ve been taught.”

“I do but you took me by surprise.”

“You don’t like surprises?”

“I love surprises. But I had thought… I
don’t know what I thought. I just know I didn’t expect that. You
took me from 20 to 1000 with no preparation.”

“So you require preparations?” Imran
laughed. “Americans,” he snorted then bent his head toward her foot
and licked it from the heel to her big toe. She was squirming so
much that he had to hold her foot in place.

He looked up and grinned. “Tanya, you did
tell me you weren’t a virgin. Is that correct?”

She didn’t know how but Imran was making her
wonder. Sure she’d had sex. She’d not been a virgin since she was
sixteen years old. But this was so far beyond sex. It was intense,
exquisite pleasure and Imran was blowing her mind.

“Give me a second,” she said and sat up to
shake her shoulders then her arms preparing like a fighter going
into battle.

After a moment Imran gave a smirk. “Are you
ever going to be ready for me to make love to your body?” he
asked.

She’d thought she would that she already
was, but damn. She’d thought they would do the usual ‘him inside of
her’ wam bam and then maybe a little south of the border action but
Imran had started at the farthest end of the south pole and had
damn near blown her mind. And to think he’d done it on her foot.
She was looking at him wondering if he could produce that same
reaction in her again. She hadn’t been ready for it the first time.
Now that she was she’d just like to see him try it.

“Okay, Imran, I’m ready now. Try that
again,” she whispered. “The touching me with your fingers first.”
She lay back and balled the sheet between her fingers twisting it
to get ready to resist whatever it was Imran was going to do. When
she realized what it was she was doing she stopped, noticing that
Imran had not moved.

“What?” she asked.

“You were preparing yourself to resist me. I
wanted to wait until you got such nonsense out of your head. It’s
going to be so much fun loving you.” He tilted his head. “I have
something for you and I think you’re going to like it.”

He rose from the bed and strolled with the
grace of a lion across the room. If Tanya could see the grin on his
face she’d probably get angry but she couldn’t. His walk was
deliberate as was his allowing her to view his nude form from a
distance. Women liked watching a male body even if they lied about
it. He knew his body was in good shape, he took great care to keep
it that way. Opening up the drawer of a bureau he brought out oils
and scented candles made from some of the most intoxicating
perfumes. He took his time giving Tanya a moment to view him
without shame.

Tanya sat up just a little propping her arm
on the pillow. She watched Imran walk across the room and shook her
head wondering how she’d ever resisted making love to him for so
many weeks. Only seven days left, she thought, not nearly long
enough. She wanted to know every inch of his body intimately as he
apparently planned on knowing hers. His rear looked every bit as
delectable as his front. Staring at him from across the room was so
much more erotic. She wondered why for only a moment. What did it
matter? It was, and that was that. She appraised his entire body
pleased with what she saw. She could tell he worked out from the
lines of his chiseled, well muscled shoulders to a back that
tapered into a trim waist. His butt was perfect, round and high,
very firm. He didn’t jiggle when he walked. His long legs moved
gracefully reminding her of some kind of jungle predator.

She was salivating as she watched him
standing before the huge dresser with his back to her. She could
hear him rummaging and assumed he was taking things from it. She
heard the strike of a match, smelled sulfur then in seconds the
perfume and she took in a deep breath, enjoying it.

When Imran turned with his hands full of
candles and things Tanya wasn’t sure of, she sought his gaze and he
smiled. She tried hard to keep her eyes on his but failed. As if in
a trance her eyes lowered and she studied his chest, chiseled and
firm. From this vantage point he looked even better. She wanted to
avoid his middle and just look at his powerful looking long legs.
But she was drawn to that spot between his thighs. A shiver claimed
him from halfway across the room making it easy for her to see his
immense erection. It looked as though it had increased in girth and
length in the couple of minutes he’d stood with his back to
her.

She scrutinized his movements as he walked,
regal, his erection jutting out proudly allowing her to see his
swollen twin jewels beneath. They were so large and so tight they
barely moved. As he came closer Tanya could barely breathe. He was
a lot more endowed than what she’d ever had. And as he came near
she wondered if she’d be able to stretch to accommodate him, and
prayed that she would. She didn’t blink not wanting to miss a
moment of the show that was just for her.

Then it hit her, Imran knew exactly what he
was doing. He was deliberately turning her on. She smiled, not
caring, just wanting to touch him, to taste him, to feel him buried
deep inside her.

“Imran,” she said throatily reaching her
hand out to touch, to tease, to squeeze. She wrapped her hand
around him and used a finger to caress him from his scrotum back to
the tip. She felt the shudder that passed through him and he
gripped her hand.

“Stop that,” he said softly.

“I can’t resist touching you.”

“If you don’t stop I won’t be able to do all
the things I’ve planned to bring you fulfillment.”

For a second longer Tanya debated and then
loosened her grip allowing for one last stroke. Why not? She
deserved to steal some happiness for herself. One thing she agreed
with her parents about and that was that she did deserve a life
too. As she gazed into Imran’s eyes she knew he was the key to her
having that life.

“Lay back again,” Imran pleaded his eyes
heavy with lust, his erection twitching. She sighed and did as he
asked and he almost sighed with relief. If she touched him again
he’d have to sheath himself in her warmth he wouldn’t be able to
follow thorough with pleasuring her in all the ways he’d planned,
well not immediately anyway.

He poured oil into a small gaily decorated
Turkish bowl then placed the bowl over the burner. For a few
moments he feasted his eyes on the brown beauty that lay on his bed
waiting for him. He felt the flutter in his chest again as their
eyes connected. He’d had many women, had made love to them in the
most exquisite ways and had been made love to in ways that had
taken his very breath away. But never had a woman taken his breath
away simply by watching him. And never had he felt this constant
fluttering in his chest. Seven days was not nearly enough, not
seven weeks, seven months, nor seven years. He realized in that
moment that he loved her. What he was about to do now was seduce
her into loving him. A twinge of conscience pricked him. He was not
what she wanted or needed to help make her dreams come true. But
she was what he needed in his life, what he’d been missing.

What he was about to do to her wasn’t magic
but it had been stressed many times that a man should only love a
woman so thoroughly if he intended to keep her for life. He
swallowed. He intended to keep Tanya for life. He dipped his finger
into the oil feeling for the perfect temperature, giving it a few
more seconds. Then he poured a scant amount into his palm and
rubbed it in. He gently lifted Tanya’s right foot into his lap and
with slow and sure strokes he began to massage her foot going from
the heels to the toes, going in between. He knew the exact moment
the oil began its slow and methodical burn. He heard the moan slip
from her throat and increased the pressure, never leaving her foot,
kneading her in just the right spot, knowing which would bring her
juices gushing from her core. He pressed gently lifting up slightly
then pressing more firmly until Tanya’s hips rose from the bed. She
screamed his name. Still he didn’t stop, just changed the motion in
order for her to ride out the orgasm with the most pleasure. This
was the first. Before the night was over there would be many, many
more and she would be irrevocably bound to him, and he to her. He’d
never wanted to completely make love to any woman. Now he did.
There was no way he wanted her gone from his life. He would go with
her to America. He could finish his book there. He pressed on each
toe as the aftershocks of her pleasure slid through her. He felt
her body loosening its rigid hold and he smiled. He was far from
done with her.