Fatima's Surprise

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"Hey listen...I won't be bothering you for awhile..."

Silence...

"Anyway...I'm going to be gone for two or three weeks. I have an oportunity to take a group of students down to Mexico.
I couldn't pass it up, you know....."

Silence...

"Thank you for the nightclub thing...your a great singer...
ummmm...well okay. Take care now.
See you before long."

He stared at the door for a moment. It didn't speak.

David shrugged and started down the stairs, halfway down he heard a sound and turned.
Fatima was standing in the shadowed open doorway...

OOC...short post I know Soli but I'm not sure where you want to go from here.

 

[soliloquy]

OOC: That's ok...anywhere it takes us, i would say.

IC:

Fatima stood in the doorway in her gauzy robe, her damp hair clinging to her neck. No makeup, she must look a mess. But she wasn't sure she cared. She didn't know what to say.

"I'm sorry." She was suddenly brought to reality with the thought that he would be gone. Why did it affect her so?

"Can you come in?" She asked the question timidly.

"Sure, if you would like."

Fatima put out her cigarette and sat next to him on the couch. "Do you want something to drink?"

"No, thanks, I'm fine." She put her hand on his arm as she began to apologize for her actions that morning. "I guess I was just in a place where I didn't know what I wanted."

"Do you know now?" He still seemed a bit stiff with her. She couldn't blame him. He didn't know what to expect from her, and her behavior had been erratic and unpredictable.

"No, not really. But I think I'm getting there." She was running her fingers up and down his arm, and she had unconsciously scooted closer to him. She needed his strength right now. Perhaps she just needed him. There was a silence as both of them pondered the situation she had put them in.

"So...um...this trip..." she cleared her throat nervously. "You will be gone that long? When will you leave?"

 

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"Day after tomorrow...early, very early.
I was heading down to the basement, getting some wash done for the trip." He indicated the basket he'd set down by the door.

He was being very cautious. Her hand was on his arm, slowly rubbing it, more like a caress.
She'd had nothing to do with him in weeks. What was going on!

He watched her fingers moving on his skin and then looked at her.
"is it because you're happy to see me go?"
He grinned and covered her hand in his.
"Cause I like this attention a lot."

He moved closer and she did not withdraw. His arm went around her shoulders and he drew her to him.
She didn't resist.
David lifted her chin and began to kiss the drying tears from her face...

 

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Fatima laughed at her own foolishness. "You must think me very frail. I assure you I am not. Happy? To see you? Yes." She whispered the last word, unsure of how he would interpret, or what she even meant.

His kisses were tender and caring. "It's...um...been a long time since I've had...a man in my life. Not that I am saying...because I know...well...obviously I can't construct a sentence."

They laughed, and then there was silence. He seemed to be waiting for her.

"Mexico. You've been there before?"

"Yes." More silence.

She didn't know what to say anymore. What simple conversation could she make? There was nothing. There were only his arms still around her, the electric sting from his earlier kisses still tingling against her skin.

She drew closer to him, and boldly pressed her lips to his...

 

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David was struggling...not knowing quite what to do with the woman in his arms. He'd long since given up on anything more than a breezy aquaintanceship and yet here she was.
Here she was!
Her lips brushing his, her body pressing hard against him.
He kicked the door closed with one foot, and slipped his arms behind her back...she was so frail...like a bird...fragile like a swallow.
His lips met hers in a hot melting kiss. A kiss with no ambiguity, no subtlety about it.
He pressed her to him, molding his body against hers, his mouth caressed her cheeks and dipped into the warm hollow benetah her jaw. He felt her fingers rubbing his shoulders as she lifted her face and allowed his lips to travel slowly down the fine line of her throat.
He wasn't sure how long this dream would last but he was going to pretend it would never end.


OOC...Soli this will be my last before I get back...don't let her forget David, he sure has worked hard for this!

 

[soliloquy]

She would never forget that night. They made love slowly, sweetly, as if they had all the time in the world. But they didn't. He was leaving. For three weeks. So they made it count.

Though she felt that he was holding back from just devouring her, he still took her slowly through the motions of lovemaking. There was nothing formulaic or calculated about it, just as if he didn't want her to forget him.

She couldn't. Vividly, Fatima would remember the taste of his lips on hers, the feel of his hands exploring her naked flesh. She would always remember how he managed to never take his touch from her from the moment of lips joining lips to the moment of climax.

His lips on the tightened buds perched atop her breasts spread a delightful warmth through her body that seemed only vaguely familiar. And when his fingers found the folds of her flesh, she cried out and had thrust her hips upward, wanting more.

The taste of his skin beneath her lips, of his wet evidence of arousal, seemed to linger for weeks after. The feel of his pulsing cock against her lips, her cheek, and sliding into her mouth was a thought which would come to her in flashes and spark arousal at the oddest of moments.

Most of all, she remembered how their climaxes had ebbed and she had fallen down into him, curling into him. His warm embrace. The soft breath at the back of her neck. The heartbeat which had lulled her to sleep despite her desire to stay in the moment, to make it last.

She awoke to an empty bed and a sweet note. He had left, but had not wanted to wake her. She smiled and slid out of the rumpled bed. Glancing in the mirror, she didn't see the hard woman she had become in the last two years, but a woman who had been opened up like a blossoming flower, and had been awakened to that which she had denied herself for so long.

And as soon as he was in her life, he was out of it. She would have sudden thoughts which frightened her. Silly thoughts, like whether or not he would find a woman where he was who was more desirable. The thoughts didn't frighten her because of the thoughts themselves, but because of what it meant that she was even having such green thoughts. It meant that she longed for him, perhaps was even falling for him.

She tried not to analyze, tried not to be such a woman about it. But she found herself replaying their night of passion in her mind like a video cassette. She found herself playing out his return in her mind. Would they make love again? Would he have forgotten about her? Or did he think of her as a conquest which he had already won? She didn't see him as the hit and run type of lover, but then again, she didn't really know him that well. He had said that he had lusted after the woman in the painting. Lusted. Not loved. Not longed for. None of the other L words which would imply an intimate connection which stretched beyond the mere physical. No, he had used the word lust.

She busied herself with work and friends. She went out to dinner with Belma, but did not dare tell her of David. Why? One, because she was uncertain of what it all meant in the grand scheme. And two, because she knew that Belma would chastise her. Belma was a very puritan muslim, if the two words could be used together. She prayed the requisite number of times per day, read her Koran, and followed the guidelines of the Mosque to a "t". She would have disagreed with Fatima sleeping with David. Not to mention so soon after they had met. She would have shamed her for entering into a relationship with someone outside their religion. She would have spouted the word of Allah from the moment Fatima opened her mouth to the moment she excused herself.

Basically, she found herself busy with activities which would make time slip by her, unnoticed. Because she was waiting for him...

 

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Fatima stood by the window in the white heat of the afternoon. From where he lay on the bed he saw her body backlit and in profile. She was naked and her fine skin was covered with a sheen of perspiration. The big fan described slow circles against the white stuccoed cieling and the noise of the market drifted up from the street below.

Fatima...
His voice was raspy...still weak.
She turned, he watched the rise and fall of her breasts as she approached.
Fatima...

Hush darling, don't talk...you've been sick.
She pressed a finger to his lips and he kissed it.
His body was on fire but his flesh shivered with chill...he was sick...malaria again...again....

Her hands were gliding over the taught skin of his belly. He shivered at the touch and closed his eyes.
He felt her take up his limp cock and begin to gently squeeze it.
Blood coursed between her fingers and he stiffened.
David moaned softly as she worked him to erection...her palms gently rolling the soft skin up and down, up and down over the hardening core of his arousal.
He was incredibly hot...he must feel loke fire in her fingers...he thrust up between her hands and felt the caress of her soft full lips taking him into her mouth...

Fatima...Fatima...Fa...

"Sir, sir...you need to wake up now. We've been on the ground 30 minutes and your the last passenger aboard."

He opened his eyes and stared for an uncomprehending moment at the girl bending over him.
"Yes...yes..of course...sorry."
He tried to stand up to suddenly and had to grab the stewardess' shoulder for support.

"Do I need to get some help Mister Wolfe? They told us you'd been sick."

David took a deep breath.
"No...no...I'll be fine. Thank you."
He picked up his carry on and made his way slowly and carefully off the plane. All he wanted to do was go home, go home...
Hear her voice...see her and fall into her arms.

 

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She hadn't realized it, but Fatima had been looking out the window all day long. Sometimes it was just a glance, and at other times she stayed at the window for long periods of time. Upon realization, she was glad that she didn't know David's flight information or time of arrival. She might have found herself at the gate to welcome him, and she was still unsure of where they stood. She did, however, know that he was returning this day.

Nervous energy propelled her as she vacuumed and dusted, looked over new sheet music, and went on a small cooking spree. Just shelving the baklava that had been cooling, she glanced out the window. As she was about to turn away, Fatima caught a glimpse of a cab coming down the street. Unconsciously, she held her breath. The taxi stopped outside their building, and she waited to see if it was David who would emerge.

It was.

He climbed out slowly, and a smile played at the corners of her mouth. The driver came out and popped the trunk, helping David with his luggage. He looked thinner, she thought. And seemed tired, though one could expect him to be after such a long flight.

He pulled a bag laboriously to his shoulder, and faltered.

He turned and faced the window. Fatima gasped. He was a bit jaundiced, and his steps were far too tenuous to assume exhaustion.

Wrapping her jacket around her, she propped her door open and ran out to meet him.

"David," she cried as she reached out for him, "are you all right?"

"Fatima..." The word was stretched like a sigh between them. "I am just tired." His words were pronounced with effort, and worry washed over Fatima.

"You are sick." She took the bag from his shoulder and set it on the ground. She addressed the cabbie. "An extra ten if you bring his luggage in."

Wrapping her arm around his waist, she placed his arm around her shoulder. They walked up the steps and she could feel the heat radiating from his body. He shivered in her arms.

Guiding him into her apartment, and into her bedroom, she helped him lie down. "I will be back in a second."

He sat up. "Lay back down, David. I will be back."

She tipped the cabbie and got a washcloth from the linen closet. Going into the survival mode she had discovered while in Bosnia, she wet the washcloth and returned to the room. He was burning up. Sitting on the bed, she ran her fingers over his face, and then placed the washcloth on his forehead.

As she unbuttoned his shirt with deft fingers, his eyes flickered open. "Fatima? What are you doing?"

She smiled at him and kissed his cheek, near the corner of his mouth. "I am taking care of you."

She stripped him of his shirt and couldn't resist running her fingers over the exposed shirt. "You need to see a doctor, David..."

 

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At any other time, he would have found Fatima's cool washcloth bath arousing but right now he simply luxuriated in the tingling relief that came with each touch of the cloth to his fevered skin.
He drifted in and out of sleep and came around fully only when the doctor arrived.
The Doctor...a house call!
How long had it been since Doctor's made house calls!

It was indeed the recurring malaria that he'd contracted in Brazil ten years ago, the man said.
He was distinguished looking, probably in his late fifties and he and Fatima obviously knew each other.
He gave David a shot and left several prescriptions.

"Get plenty of rest, wait for the fever to break...take it easy..no call for hospitalization yet..."
He stuck out his hand and David shook it weakly and watched as Fatima escorted the physician from the bedroom.
He heard them speak quietly in the next room for a few minutes and he felt a pang of jealousy which he quickly tried to supress.

"There now, you'll be allright."
She came back in the room all sunny and cheerful...not like her at all.
Was he really dying this time!?

"You'll stay with me until you feel better."
She picked up the phone.

"What are you doing?"
He propped himself up and looked at her face...looking for signs of worry, signs of...what?

"Calling in your prescriptions...we need to get you started."

"Wait."

She replaced the reciever and looked at him questioningly.

"The medicine I need is you....I want you now."

"But your sick David, you have a fever."

He smiled up at her,
"But it's not contagious and orgasms are exquisite when your burning up.
Come here."

 

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A woman wiser in the ways of men and women would probably have hesitated for propriety's sake. Fatima didn't bother with such games. She sank down to the bed and melted into him. Their lips mingled slowly as she settled next to him.

His skin was hot beneath her hands, and his questing tongue was having a similar effect on her own skin. Her hand grazed over his chest as she sighed contentedly into his mouth.

The breeze washed over them, and the sounds from the street were only drowned out by the roar of hunger between them.

She felt his fingertips at her buttons, and she moved to give him better access. He moved achingly slowly, and she heard a low moan escape her lips. Fatima ran her hands slowly down his torso towards the waistband of his pants. Unbuttoning his trousers, she felt him tense a bit, and pause in his own intentions. She whimpered, bringing him back to the task at hand.

She was hungry for him, and she deepened the kiss, her tongue searching his mouth for the elusive more. Her hand dipped underneath the layers of fabric to cup the object of her desire. It throbbed hotly beneath her hand, and David moaned appreciatively.

Rubbing her hand against his growing arousal, she gasped as her blouse fell open and his hand cupped her breast. Her nipples tingled as they drew upward into peaks, and a tempest brewed deep within her.

Somehow his hand had managed its way inside her own slacks and she felt herself pressing her moist flesh into his hand. She couldn't think, couldn't hear above the roaring inside her body. Her hand released him only to return to his pants, pulling them down to reveal him completely to her. His hands were also working her own clothing off of her. Their kiss was broken, and there was simply the need to have one another naked and pressed hotly against each other. Flesh to flesh, need to need.

 

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David loved foreplay and under differant circumstances he'd have made a long and delightful time of it but the fever had reduced the world to immediate needs not play, and right now he needed her desperately, needed the harbor of his body more than anything in the world.
She let the last of her clothes fall to the floor and then lay down beside him, her hands caressing the taught skin of his belly and slowly stroking his cock, feeling it fill and stiffen in her hands.
His eyes smiled at her as his lips brushed her cheek and his own fingers gently squeezed and kneeded the firm mounds of her breasts.

"I missed you..."
He whispered.

Her lips closed on his in a hungry kiss and again their tongues entwined in the warm sanctuary of their mouths.
Delicious shivvering sensations, magnified through the lens of the fever, made him tense and shudder. Fatima threw her long smooth leg over his hips and settled her breast into his open mouth.
David drew her in, sucking her like a lamb, feeling her buds stiffen in his mouth, pulling her deep, wanting to lose himself in the honey taste of her flesh and willing the sweet milk to flow.
She squeezed herself thrusting into his lips, his tongue thrummed across her sensitive nipples...she felt him stiff and burning against her belly.
She moved herself slowly on him, on the hard hot flesh of his body, her mons rubbing, rubbing up and down the length of his cock...

"I want to be in you." he said.
"In you now..."

Fatima was burning up too but not from fever.

 

[soliloquy]

"I want to be in you." he said.
"In you now..."

Were there ever any more beautiful words than these?

"Yes yes YES!!!!!" she wanted to scream, but she couldn't seem to speak.

Instead, she moaned in agreement and ran her hand down to guide him into the eye of the storm he had built within her. Her leg slung over his hip, he only had to thrust his body against hers to sink gloriously into her. A cry escaped her lips and her body arched in the quest for deeper penetration.

She could swear she could feel him pulsing inside her and she moaned long and low.

Gently she pushed against his shoulders until he was lying on his back and she was astride him, the action burying his cock to the hilt, and allowing contact between her clit and his skin. "David," she whispered hoarsely. And then again, his name, like a plea, a prayer.

Leaning down to kiss him again, she began to move her hips in a hungry search for release. She should slow down, she thought. But she couldn't.

She could only attempt to steer them both as quickly to climax as she could. It was divine madness, heated pleasure, liquid fire.

And it was theirs to share, if only in this moment.

 

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The fever intensified everything...colors brighter, smells stronger, every sense seemed to shudder on the edge of something, as David was shuddering now.
He watched the length of himself disapearing between the wet rosepink petals of her labia,watched the skin of her belly tighten as she felt the thick rod bury itself into her body.
Each wet sucking delicious inch sent spirals of fiery pleasure through him.
His hands reached up, grasped her breasts and pulled her down on him...they squeezed and kneeded as his lips hungrily sought hers, as his tongue thrust into her mouth in tempo with his cock as he pushed it up into her hot tight passage.
All the world was now reduced toi this, to the ultimate release of his aching seed into the warm harbor of her womb.
He inched down and took her breast in his mouth, sucking her nipples one by one and cooing like a baby in her arms.
Time stood still...the aching wave consuming him...



OOC...sorry for the short post Soli...looks like it's another rushed day for me. I'll do better next time.

 

[soliloquy]

The wave consumed both of them. The heat between them was almost too great for Fatima, and for the first time in her life she experienced the sweetness of having all thought banished with desire, temptation, and need. They clung to each other like two children in the dark, their bodies pressing into each other.

Fatima began to whisper in her native tongue as the wave of pleasure surged inside her. Her legs clamped around his hips, and she kissed him with a fervor she didn't know was in her. Her breasts rubbed delightfully against his chest and the nipples sent a coil of heat outward to her extremities. She cried out and pushed herself hard against him as the dam burst and they came in torrents.

Her body seized and relaxed, over and over. Her mouth pulled from his as they both cried out and surged together for the final time.

She sank onto his body, both of them glazed with perspiration, their breathing in rhythm with one another.

Her head pressed on his chest, she heard the beating of his heart and smiled.

"David..." she whispered, like a woman in love.

 

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The next few days were somewhat surreal as he drifted slowly towards recovery. Fatima became his lover, his nurse, his helpmeet in all ways. She even went upstairs and cleaned his apartment!
At night she would see to it that there was food for him and books to read before she left for work.
They'd make love in the mornings when he'd wakeup and find her sleeping next to him.

"The school left a message for you David."
She was brewing thick dark coffee over the stove, a nightgown wrapped around her. The apartment was chilly this morning. The night had seen a deep drop of temperature and it looked like an early Fall.

"Oh shit!...what day is it?"
He dropped his long legs off the bed and stood up...the world swirled around a bit and then steadied.

"It's Tuesday, the 8th...here."
She handed him the steaming cup.

"My God! I have to be at the school tomorrow for orientation."

Fatima sat down and blew on her coffee.
"No you don't. I called them, told them you were sick and would not be there till Monday."

He fell into a chair next to her.
"You did...that's great honey, don't know what I'd do..."

"I have a plan for us...a place to go."

He looked at her, an eyebrow raised.

"Yes, I have the weekend off and if your feeling better tomorrow we can go."

David smiled,
"Sounds great... but where?"

 

[soliloquy]

"It's a surprise, silly." Fatima smiled as she sat nest to him, absently stroking her fingers over his chest. She really could get used to this. His sweet endearments made her smile from the inside out. She couldn't remember exactly when she had been this happy.

That evening she made him some dinner and made him come out to the dining room to eat it. She hoped that if he got up and moving, he would gain back some energy.

That night, while he was asleep, Fatima packed two bags for them. She was excited about their trip. It had been so long since she had traveled, and she believed traveling with David would be good for them both.

He had to return to work soon, and that would take up a great deal of his time. He would be working in the daytime, and she at night. There would be little time for them to spend together, especially considering how much they had been spending together since his return.

In the morning, she woke him with a tender kiss, and hopped into the shower.

"So you're really not going to tell me where we're going?"

"Not a chance, mister." She laughed.

Before long, they were on the road. The song "Destination Anywhere was playing on the radio and she laughed. "Appropriate, don't you think?"

Fatima was excitedly chatting away on the two hour trip to Montauk. She had gotten them lodging near one of the historic lighthouses, and there was not only an outdoor presentation of A Winter's Tale, but an Outdoor Art Show on the Green.

It wasn't long before David had figured out their destination, and smiled appreciatively. Her heart leapt. How quickly one falls into infatuation, she thought.

 

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It was a charming old B&B dating from around 1800.
their room was spacious with a high soft bed and a small balcony that looked out on the sea and harbor.

"I could have rented a room a t one of the motels up on the cove, but I wasn't sure how much beach walking you'd be up to...besides all the wonderful seafood restaurants are within two blocks of this place!"
She was hanging up their clothes, carefully unpacking each item, taking time to smooth it out.

David lay on the bed watching her, the sun was shining through her thin summer dress, it had become warm once again and felt like the balmier days of August had returned.

"C'mere."
He said.
She looked up at him sharply.

"C'mere..please."

She put down his shirt and walked over beside him, his arm wrapped around her legs and tugged her close. She nearly lost her balance and grabbed for the bedpost,
His face was buried in the peach colored cloth between her legs. She could feel his warm breath against her sex...
His hands were caressing the backs of her thighs.

They had all day long to play...

 

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She slid down, letting his mouth drag upwards along the centre of her body. The fabric gathered and raised, and his hands found the flesh of her thighs. She continued her journey until she was on her knees in front of him, her hands pressed against his thighs.

She looked up at him and smiled as he bent down to kiss her. As he pressed his lips sweetly to her own, she unbuckled his belt and undid the fastenings on his trousers.

The sunlight seemed to shine directly upon them, heating their bodies and casting a luminescence about them. The scent of lavender perfumed the air; it was a perfect setting. But all she could see was him. David. She felt his hands gather the fabric of her dress, pulling it as far off of her as he could as they kissed.

Fatima broke the kiss just long enough to help him shed her of the gauzy cloth. Her hands returned to his pants, pulling them off of him as he made short time of his shirt.

She ran her hands up the insides of his calves, and between his thighs, gently massaging as she caressed his skin. She loved the feel of him, the soft skin beneath the layer of hair that tickled at her palms. And then her fingers dallied at the base of his cock. She gasped as his cock began to grow in front of her very eyes. She eagerly wrapped a hand aound his shaft and felt the pulse of his desire against her palm.

Unable to resist, she dipped her head forwards and licked around the bulbous head, letting her tongue linger as she took in the very essence of him. She sighed, her hot breath fanning over his tumescence. Her mouth was soon slipping round the head to descend to the point at which hand and mouth would meet, both caressing and gently squeezing him.

Her tongue continued to explore as her hand and mouth moved together to stroke him. She felt him moving slightly, and the heat of his fingers grazed her back as he searched for the clasp of her bra. He released her breasts just as her mouth ascended to suck at the very tip of his cock. His hands found her breasts, and she gasped, causing her to increase the suction. She could taste the beginning of arousal as she drew it from him.

And then the descent, as she silently begged for more...

 

[ariosto]

He watched his thickening erection disappear between her lips, and felt himself stiffening inside her mouth. She moved slightly so his hands could cup her swaying breasts, squeeze them, fondle them.
Late afternoon sun turned Fatima's smooth skin to warm ivory.
Her mouth turned his penis into a long thick curving shaft of marble that felt hard enough to cut diamonds.
She was taking him in over and over again...she felt him twitching in her hands, tasted the salt of precum on her tongue...his fingers were squeezing and pulling her nipples.
Fatima was hot...Her sex was swollen and wet.

David moved his hand from under her, let it caress her thigh and then slipped it between her legs sliding it along the dewy length of her cleft, back and forth, slowly opening her folds, touching the wet swelling lips of her labia...pressing into the heat of her body.

She moaned around his engorged cock and tensed against the invasion of his fingers.
He responded by arching up into her hands, into her throat and plunging two fingers deep into her vagina.

 

[soliloquy]

[/In that moment, feelings Fatima couldn't quite comprehend rose to the surface, and a lusty moan escaped her lips and hovered around his cock. His fingers delved deeply inside her and she clenched around his fingers.

She began to rock between the penetration of his fingers and his erection. There was something so exhillarating about having him inside her, feeling his desire grow with hers.

Their pace quickened as they sought a rhythm both could be satisfied with. His finger brushed over her clit and Fatima cried out again.

She could feel that he was nearing orgasm, and slid her mouth off of his cock, and climbed up his body, pushing him back on the bed.

"God, I need you inside me, David."

It had been so long since she had needed like this. She saw his chest rise and fall, saw the ripple of muscles beneath flesh, and she was like a savage animal.

They had all the time in the world, but she didn't want it. She wanted him.

He chuckled at her impatience and drew a hand through her hair.

Fatima's smile burned brightly.

 

[ariosto]

Good one coming Soli...thanks for being patient!

 

[ariosto]

He was ready...more than ready, Fatima was straddling him, her smooth thighs pressing in on his sides, her moist sex, rubbing up and down his throbbing erection. He wrapped a fist into her hair and jerked her down, their lips met again in a fierce and searing union. She felt his cock jerking hotly against her belly..she would have cried out for him to take her right then that instant, but his tongue was filling her mouth, raping it...

Fingers still in her hair, pulling her face back...In his eyes she saw an intense frightening look she'd never seen before.
"I'm gonna fuck you baby."
he said hoarsely...
I'm gonna fuck you all day and all night ...Is that what you want?
To be my little whore.""

She nodded, his agression, his language stunned her...made her ...hot. Very, very hot.

"Sit on my cock then."
He reached under her and grabbed his tool, pushing it up into her stomach, she sat up and watched his hands raise it till it stood straight up, a pulsing, thick veined pole of ivory flesh that came up well above her navel.

"What are you waiting for Baby...I want you to ride it till you cum...Till you cum!...understand?"

She raised her ass from his thighs and positioned herself over the broad purple head...his eyes were burning into hers...her breasts swayed above him, her nipples pouting...aching.
Slowly Fatima lowered herself until she felt the velvet soft glans slide under her clit and begin opening the swollen ripe petals of her sex.

"That's it baby...fuck me...fuck me...fuck me..."
He said over and over as his stiff hot meat filled her inch by slow delicious inch.

 

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Fatima let out a strangled cry as her clit grazed the skin at the base of his cock. She couldn't remember feeling this urgently passionate. Her breasts tingled almost painfully, and she absentmindedly rubbed the nipples as she ground her sex into his, the clear and present evidence of her desire sliding deliciously on their skin.

She began to rise slowly, and looked into his eyes. He was mumbling for her to fuck him, and the heat of his words was contagious. She impaled herself on his column and ground into him greedily.

Perspiration broke out above her breasts as she began to ride him without any inhibition. She squeezed her muscles around him, and was rewarded by his near shout.

She pinched her nipples as she began to bounce on his cock, her hair falling wildly over her breasts and into her face.

Her pussy was on fire, and she wouldn't have had it any other way. She cried out in frustration, "MOLIM!!!!" A simple word that simply asked for more. Her back arched, thrusting her aching breasts upward and out as her hair fell back to tickle his legs.

"Volimte...volimte...volimte..." she whispered to the rhythm of their fucking. And with one powerful thrust that touched the very core of her, she flooded him with her orgasm, flowing like a hole in the dam...

 

[ariosto]

Realising she was about to cum, David grabbed her even tighter and began bucking up into her with even greater force and even as he felt the wrenching shudder and tightening of her body on him...felt the warm surge of her orgasm sheeting over his cock, he didn't stop but pounded himself into her until he felt her about to cum again...then rolling them both over, he slid out, his erection throbbing with frustration, and putting his arms around her pulled her up to her hands and knees...

His cock slid into her easily and he drove it forward until his balls were snug against her sex.
Fatima collapsed on her crossed forearms, her thighs tensed and she prepared to take him from behind, knowing this way he could drive his cock straight through her body...

INNNNNNNNNNNNN...GOD YES!

His hands were around her, one hand on her breast, thumb moving across her nipple.
The other had found her clit and was pinching and rubbing...
She writhed underneath him...moaning "Molim...Molim..."

OUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT....

INNNNNNNNNNNOUTTTTTTTTTTTT
Faster and faster, David drove, finally allowing the dark deep surge of his own cascading arousal to set the pace.

 

[soliloquy]

Fatima could feel his cock as if it were kn her belly. She rocked back against him, his body colliding into her ass with each thrust. His hands torturing nipple and clit, she knew another blissful orgasm would not be far away.

Bracing her arms on the mattress below, Fatima began a rocking motion of her entire body to meet his tempo. With each thrust of his cock, a groan, a cry, a moan, a scream would escape Fatima's mouth.

She knew he was good, but this was amazing.

She pushed back against him.

YYEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!

He pressed hard against her clit, and pinched her nipple as he withdrew. Then, he released both as they drove fast into one another again.

Their bodies met.

AAAAAAH!!!

And then the rhythm picked up and Fatima was a bundle of sensations, sputtering out mews and curses as he brought her to the brink of orgasm.

Harder, David!

He gladly obliged.

She felt ripped apart as she rocked back and forth against him, feeling pummeled and stretched to her limits.

And with one pinch of her nipple and clit simultaneously, David had sent her flying carelessly over the edge and towards the head of the bed.

DAVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The scream echoed in the room, intensifying the situation.

Fatima's head collapsed against the bed, and her bosom heaved as she strained to breath, her juices still flowing round the velvet steel that was still within, her muscles still contracting wildly around him.

Low, kitten-like mews followed.

Once she had caught her breath, she turned her head to look at him, and he was smiling like a cheshire cat.

Reaching a hand back in his direction feebly, without any real intention of touching him, she spoke at last. "That was incredible, David....."

He smiled even wider and raised his eyebrows. "Was? What makes you think it's over?" He withdrew just an inch or so, and then settled back inside her, reminding her that he was still as stiff as a pole and that he wasn't ready for it all to end.

She thought she might swoon.