The Shiekh's Virgin Mistress (6 page)

He righted himself and went back on bended knees to lean on his shins.  His eyes bore into mine, but he said nothing for a very long time.  His hand on my thigh rubbed me and squeezed me as he thought; I waited and kind of held my breath.

“Here, sit up, we must discuss this.” He instructed. I offered him my hand and he pulled me upright.  I slid back until I hit the headboard, and he crawled the necessary distance to sit at my feet as I crossed my legs.  He crossed his too and then slid even closer so we were touching knees and feet in this odd position. He reached out and stroked his big hands across the insides of my thighs and then he settled on holding my ankles.  “You must realize I need to touch you, as much of you as possible, at all times.”

I gulped and nodded and then crossed my arms over my exposed breasts.  I felt more than naked in this moment even though my bottom half was still covered.  He reached out and pulled my hands down and then grazed a warm palm across my left nipple.  I shuddered.  He smiled.  I whispered, “I’m sorry.”

His look of astonishment was almost comical, “Why would you apologize for this immense offering?”

I furrowed my brow, “Immense?”

“Anna, I already considered you a prized jewel; now, now you tell me you are offering me your maidenhead? This is the best day of my entire existence my sweet innocent angel.”

I gave him another apologetic expression and lifted my shoulders, “But Omar, I don’t know anything.  I will be a terrible lover.  I’ve never done anything even close to this.” I motioned with my hand indicating both of our almost naked states. 

He grinned and his eyes sparkled, “You really have no idea the immensity of what you are offering me.  Do you?” I shook my head and went to cover my boobs again, and he tilted his head and gave me another one of those perfectly translatable looks.  I lowered my arm and sighed. 

“Look at me.” I did, and his eyes locked on mine as he spoke.  He also began stroking his hard length through the fabric of his shorts.  My eyes traveled there, and I was wholly incapable of tearing them away.  He chuckled and gripped himself as he spoke, “You may appreciate this as a gift.” He gripped his cock harder and I saw the head engorge even more.  My mouth watered.  “What you are offering me Anna is priceless beyond measure.  I am certain you were meant specifically for me.  Of this I am certain and my desire to claim you as mine, and mine alone was sent from Allah.  From the very beginning, it was written that you shall be mine.  Of this I am certain.  You are unspoiled by others; you are indeed a divine being.”

I snorted, “I am not at all divine,Omar.” My cheeks burned at his words and also at his display of masculinity as he continued to stroke and fondle his erection. 

“Are you prepared for the pain?” He asked.

I nodded and grimaced, “I’ve heard it really hurts.  But only for a second, right?”

He bit his lower lip and gave me an apologetic look, “It will no doubt hurt you longer than a second, and you will bleed.  You are mature to have remained intact.  I will consider it one of most the precious gifts of my existence.” He reiterated.

I sighed and relaxed against the headboard, “I’m kind of afraid, but I do want this, you, I mean I want you.  Omar, I want to give this to you.”

He went to his knees and stalked up my body until his face was just a shiver of a breath away.  His arms caged in my head as he leaned against the back of the bed, and my legs unfurled of their own volition and wrapped around his tight waist.  He moved closer and closer and then I felt him again, and all that hard heat.  He kissed me slowly, taking his time now and in no rush.  “Anna—my beautiful goddess—I will savor this night for eternity.” He kissed me and penetrated my mouth with his tongue, exploring and tasting mine.  Devouring me as if I were indeed made from honey.  He pushed himself even closer to me. 

His warm chest pressed against my boobs and my nipples puckered.  His citrus and cinnamon scent filled my head and I grew dizzy again.  His lips roamed my neck and now across my collar bone and then back to my jutting and hard nipples.  I moaned, “Omar, I am yours for the taking.”

His hearty sound of approval, mixed with the intense hunger I felt pouring from him, and I was toast yet again.  He spent some time on just my breasts and made sure both nipples were as jutting and erect as possible.  By the time he kissed down my belly to the waistband of my hose, I knew what he was going to find when he removed them.  I was soaking wet, and figured I was as ready as I could ever be for this to happen.

I whimpered when he began rolling down my pantyhose, but he didn’t stop. He was completely in command of the situation, which oddly enough, brought me incredible peace at what I was relinquishing to him.  I knew he was going to take care of me the best he could, and all I had to do was allow him this leadership.

He carefully rolled them over my panties, leaving my panties in place, which I was immensely grateful for.  He slid back and continued rolling down the hose until they were entirely off, and I felt as if he’d skinned me.  The chill air caused gooseflesh to run up and down both my legs and I shivered.  He stroked his warm hands over both my thighs, starting on the tops and then he moved them to the insides, and he pushed my legs apart, parting my entrance and using his thumbs at the edge of my lace panties.

He made sounds of need and joy and gratitude and he continued to touch me and run his hot velvet hands all over me.  I stared at his pulsing phallus behind the black material of his shorts, and I knew I was going to like this, or if not this, then I would certainly like it the second time.

Omar moved even closer, and pushed more of the flimsy material of my panties out of the way, and his hand came in contact with my soft, wet, pink folds.  He held his breath and stroked over my flesh, I felt and then saw how truly lubricated I was when he brought his hand back into view and it was shiny and covered in glistening serum from me.

He scented his hand again and his entire body jerked in reaction.  My belly began a slow trembling quiver unlike anything I’d ever felt before.  He very slowly licked his finger, tasting me.  The sound he made was unbelievably wonderful.  I decided right then and there, that I needed to do whatever I could to hear that sound repeatedly, for the rest of my life.

His eyes rolled in their sockets and his other hand went back to his shaft and he squeezed himself and stroked himself again and again as he continued to lick that finger.  When his eyes found mine he whispered, “You are filled with nectar my love.”
My love? Did I hear that right?
He gave me a tortured expression and hooked a thumb into both sides of my lace underwear, “I’ve never tasted a female such as you, never.  I must have more.”

I gave him a shocked look and shook my head once, “Are you sure? I mean, you don’t have too.  I really don’t know about that Omar.”

He expertly removed my panties and I was in such a dither at thinking he was going to use his mouth on my pussy, that I forgot I was now entirely naked, spread eagle, on his bed.  “I do not do this to females.  I never have, and I would have told you a few hours ago, I never will—But Anna, you are giving me a first tonight and I shall do the same for you.  You shall be my first and only female to taste directly to my tongue.”

I squealed and cupped my hand over my pussy, and briefly felt how wet I truly was.  I shook my head and basically denied him access.  He gave me the disappointed parent expression and he even crossed his arms as he slid back to his shins.  Then he lifted his brows, talking to me with just his expressions, and I knew perfectly what he expected, and what would please him.  I also knew that in that moment, I’d displeased him immensely. 

I slowly lifted my hand away, but then I closed my legs.  He scowled and growled and tipped his chin up, again telling me with body language exactly what he expected.  I parted my legs, but not far enough for a full grown man to get in there.  He uncrossed his arms, stood on the bed and peeled down his briefs in a fluid, graceful motion. 

His cock sprang free and jutted obscenely upwards.  The tip was shiny and damp.  The crown swelled and strained.  My legs spread as far as they could go of their own volition.  He was a god, and I nothing but a mere mortal. 

He fell to his kneesand began masturbating, fondling himself in front of me.  I was enthralled and without thought I went to my knees and crawled closer to him.  I had to know what he tasted like, I was beyond all sentient thought; I was nothing but a body, and a pussy, two tits, and gallon of lubrication.  Virgin or not, I knew enough to think Omar was drugs, and I was already addicted.

He pulled and stroked himself.  Giving me the best live pornographic display I’d never seen or dreamt of seeing.  His golden mocha skin had a natural seductive sheen to it and when his huge palm traveled down the expanse of his cock, it was as if he were polishing it to a high shine.  I saw those veins as they caressed the granite core of his hardness and I saw as his expression morphed and changed with each stroke. 

He reached between his legs and gently massaged his heavy sack, and his thighs both began to quiver.  He grunted and gritted his teeth.  “Anna, I will not release inside you on your first time.” He pulled and then squeezed hard at the base of his cock, the veins in his wrist stood out in sympathy with his engorged length.  “I must feel all of you when I take you, all of you Anna.” 

I was confused and didn’t know a guy could get hard again after ejaculating, but I was still without words.  His obscene display had hypnotized me and I continued to lean up towards him and his hand and that lush sound it made as it caressed his manhood.  He pulled and squeezed and I watched every second of it.  I also wanted to know what he liked, what made him cum; not that I could imitate a hand with the inside of my pussy, but I could maybe someday use my hand on him, and then later, maybe my mouth.

I was darn near drooling at this point and I continually licked my lips and swallowed. I saw when his shaft began to fill and I heard his strain and need to release.  He choked, and gasped and then it seemed as if he just exploded.  His semen hit my breasts and some hit my face near my lip.  I felt it slowly drip down my cheek and I fought the urge to taste him.  I lost that particular battle though, and my tongue dashed out and I licked at his issue.  He was delicious, and I groaned and collapsed over onto my hip, stabilizing my fall with an outstretched hand.  I trailed my other hand up my chest and collected more of his seed, and I put that finger to my lips and I licked it the way I’d seen him do earlier.  I again moaned in bliss.

He fell forward and to me with a dramatic intake of air, and then he pulled me up into his arms, and kissed me fiercely.  “For you Anna, only for you.  Now I can take my time and make this good for you.”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

I laid there, quivering from what I think might have been a small orgasm.  I was so far past the point of return I feared I might never be the same again.  I burrowed my head against his chest and inhaled deeply.  He squeezed me tighter and ran his hand to my bottom and then pulled me up to his naked, still erect front. I gave to his urgings and pushed the length of my body against his, and I felt it.  It touched my bare skin and without thought, I rolled against—it.

He made that sound of intense pleasure, and I did it again, and I felt him get harder, and fuller.  His huge hand cupped my bottom and he rolled with me.  I gasped at what my pussy continued to do and how much I ached to feel more of him.  “Omar, Omar, Omar.” I cried as he rubbed himself against me. 

“I must taste your nectar my love.” He said as he magically moved and pulled me with him, until I was again spread eagle down the middle of his playground of a bed.  He went to my nipples and suckled them both until they puckered and tightened, and then he began traveling down my body.  My hands went to his head and I trailed them through his silky jet black hair.  He made that sound, I twined my fingers deeper against his scalp and I tugged on his hair.  He went farther.

He kissed across the line of my hips, and then with his hands, he pushed my legs even farther apart, and his head disappeared between my thighs.  I screamed and writhed when his tongue danced up the expanse of my cleft, and then he burrowed closer, lapping at me with a ferocious need I could have never imagined.  He sucked and lapped and when his tongue lathed up and in, past the threshold of my entrance, I again screamed and my entire body shook.  He lifted his mouth and pulled on my clit with his full lips, and that pretty much ruined me.  I started whimpering as I felt the orgasm building deep inside me, and then he bit my clit, lightly at first and I made a sound of apprehension, and then he bit it harder, and harder, and that did it.

I involuntarily sat up as my abdominals crunched and tightened and I began making sounds I’d never made.  His hands held my hips and he bit me even harder.  I’d had orgasms when I used the magic pulsing showerhead at home, alone in the bath, but I’d never felt what I was feeling now, and as the rolling waves of climactic pleasure rippled through my body, I came.  That was a first, I’d never actually cum like that on my own, but I felt it as my body puddled hotly and Omar made that sound. 

After I’d fallen backwards and was still panting from what had just happened, he stalked up my body and kissed me.  I tasted him and me and the combination of us.  When I cracked open my eyes, and he pulled back to give me a very satisfied grin, I saw how shiny his mouth and cheeks were, this elicited a substantial aftershock that rattled up through my body. 

“You are ready now Goddess.  Your body has opened and is ready.  I will take you, claim you, I am not taking my time.  I wish to impale you now, and then later, after you have recovered, I will make love to you properly.” I whined and nodded in agreement.  I was still without words.  I bent my knees and lifted my legs, spreading myself as far apart as I could.  He went back on his knees and looked at me, muttering, “So pink; so luscious.”

He palmed his cock and trailed the crown of it against and around all my soaked folds, and more aftershocks rattled up through me.  Then he nestled the tip at my entrance, and he climbed back on top of me, sliding in another inch of his incredible heat.  He kissed me and whispered against my lips, “Relax Anna, I will take care of you.” I again whined a sound of agreement and obeyed.  I relaxed farther, and he entered more of my body.