Gerry lifts Tura’s chin until they are once again looking into each other's eyes. He kisses her deeply expressing how her words of hope and love have affected him. Once again the alluring magnetism of their passion affirms the power of their new found love. They feed off the hypnotic potion of cupid’s powerful arrow well into the night as their bodies enjoy the seductive heat of their intimate connection.
CHAPTER 25
Lena turns her Chevy Traverse into the entrance of her driveway and stops immediately noticing an unfamiliar vehicle parked in front of her garage. On instant alert feeling uneasy remembering what happened earlier in the week with Wayne, she takes her cell phone from her clutch bag to call 911 suspecting he had sent one of his goon associates to deliver a message.
As she’s about to tap the Send button to place the emergency call, she’s surprised to see Fahim step out of the driver’s side of the Toyota Highlander facing where she had stopped her vehicle.
“Why is he here?” she mumbles through her lips as she places her phone on the passenger’s seat and slowly drives forward to her house. Ignoring Fahim’s domineering presence, she drives into the now open garage door and turns off the engine. She looks through her rearview mirror to see Fahim still standing in the same spot unable to read his facial expression. Hitting the garage door button to close it automatically, she takes several deep breaths needing more time to gather her thoughts. She steps out of the Traverse, locking it and enters her home through the door in the garage.
Unlocking the door, she walks into the kitchen placing her clutch bag on the counter before walking into the hallway and strolling toward to the front door to let Fahim inside. When she opens the door, Fahim is standing on the porch his demeanor still unreadable. She steps back as he enters neither saying one word to each other. He removes his jacket hanging it on the coat rack by the door. Once she closes the door, Lena follows suit and removes her black and white color block fur parka hanging it on the rack as well. Neither one still says anything Lena walks into her living room with Fahim following behind her.
Lena’s mind is racing with emotions. “Why is Fahim here at her home this time of night? How long has he been waiting? How long has he been in town? What is the meaning behind his unexpected visit?” Nervous, her palms are sweaty, and she wipes them against the black denim Silvan long skirt she is wearing. Clearing her throat, she looks at Fahim and boldly asks “Why are you here Fahim? After our earlier conversation today I was under the impression things between us were still unresolved. I thought you would be in New York enjoying your playboy lifestyle again.”
“Don’t start Lena!” Fahim replies bluntly. “You created the tension between us hurling the love I feel for you back in my face.” Lena becomes defensive answering just as bluntly “I didn’t hurl anything back at you Fahim. You seem to understand what I’ve dealt with in my previous relationship with Wayne that was disastrous. When I tried to express my reason for wanting to continue dating Gerard, you announce out of the blue your feelings of love, and it scared the hell out of me. You and I have never discussed being in a relationship other than the friendship we share. Yes, I thought maybe, maybe someday our relationship would slowly move to the next level, you know becoming something more.”
“Lena don’t start with that again. You knew my feelings for you run deep before I said the words. My actions told you and showed you how I feel about you for a long time” Fahim threw back frustrated. Running his hand down his face to calm his temper he continues. “Listen Lena. I didn’t come over to rehash everything that’s happened between us recently.” “Well, I’m asking again, why are you here Fahim?” Lena fires back.
To Lena’s surprise, Fahim grabs her around her waist pulling her 5’5 frame with heels on against his 5’8 muscular physique peering into her eyes before answering “Because I had to hear from you face to face you want me and only me. That’s why I’m here Lena so I can look into those alluring brown eyes and see the truth behind your words!” Lena’s irritation at Fahim’s attitude instantly melts way hearing his truthful confession. Deciding to take a chance at giving Fahim the opportunity to conquer her heart, she boldly places her hand against the back of his head pulling his lips toward hers as her answer to Fahim’s statement.
Like the time before when they shared a sensual kiss, the physical contact of their lips touching is charged with unbelievable hot passion. Catching Fahim off guard by her brassiness, he tightens his hold around her wanting to take control of the scene but holds back letting Lena continue to control the sensual merging of their lips. Lena never closes her eyes and gazes into Fahim’s mesmerizing hazel peepers as they darken immediately from his arousal of her tender overture. Feeling confident, Lena slides her tongue over the opening of his mouth to gain access. Fahim growls deep in his throat reacting to her forwardness but still holds back from dominating the seductive foreplay. When their tongues wrap around each other, Lena’s knees go weak from the jolt of heated bliss consuming her.
As she holds on to Fahim, the potion from cupid’s arrow seeps through Lena taking control of her heart and mind as it becomes crystal clear Fahim is the only man who can heal her scarred heart. Fahim can no longer hold back, and he devours Lena’s mouth uniting their tongues repeatedly. Lena can barely stand on her feel she’s so stimulated from their steamy make out scene. With their lips still locked together, he sweeps her up into his arms and sits down on the sofa to continue savoring her sweetness. Heads are rolling from side to side as they both feast on the feverish euphoria of their intimacy.
Needing to take in air, they separate reluctantly to catch their breaths. Lena leans her head against Fahim’s chest feeling how quickly his heart is beating. She smiles realizing the effect she has on him. “Fahim?” “Sí mi amor?” She raises her head, so they are once again looking into each other’s eyes. “What did you call me? I’m not very familiar with the Spanish language.” “I said yes sweetie. We’re going to have to get you brushed up on the language. Now, what were you going to say?”
“I want to apologize to you for causing complications between us. That wasn’t my intent. I should have told you sooner about Gerard. I suspected your interest in me was more than friendship. You were popping up all the time and calling or texting me daily. But as I said before, your declaration of love shocked and scared me. I wasn’t dismissing your feelings. The announcement was unexpected, and I handled everything all wrong.” “Yes, you did Lena” Fahim admits. “I was deeply hurt. It felt like you were rejecting my love for you. Lena, my impression of your remarks was valid. You didn’t give a damn about me or my feelings; my love for you wasn’t good enough to let go of your white boy toy. That dark news hurt Lena. It hurt me badly.”
Lena feels bad hurting Fahim but is tired of hearing Gerard being called her white boy toy. “Why don’t you call Gerard by his name, Fahim? Why do you refer to him as my white boy toy? We are only friends. We’ve never had a sexual relationship. We were thinking about it and that it; just contemplating. We shared a few kisses and nothing else. Gerry hasn’t even been introduced to Tamisha. So I take offense to you calling him my white boy toy.”
“Sorry,” he says nonchalantly. “I assumed otherwise. You’re the one who brought what’s his name smack into the middle of this.” “I know, and I apologize once again Fahim. I’m sorry. But you’re not innocent in all this either” Lena reminds Fahim looking at him oddly as he tries to appear guiltless. “What are you accusing me of Lena?” She slides off his lap to sit next to him with her arms crossed. “You told me you were going back to dating; back to your playboy ways. How can you do that after admitting a few days ago I’m the woman your heart chose to love? You hurt me when you said you were going to date again.” “Just like you hurt me when you said you were going to continue dating your white boy toy, I mean Gerard” Fahim throws back.
The room grows eerily silent. They are both being stubborn trying to justify their state of minds at that particular time. Lena breaks the silence after
several minutes scooting closer to Fahim. Looking at him tenderly “Fahim, we were in a passionate embrace just moments before. How did this conversation turn back to where all this mess began?” “I don’t know Lena” Fahim honestly answers. “I guess we have a lot to work through.” “I guess, but you need to know I love you.”
Pointing her finger at his heart, she repeats “ I’m in love with you Fahim. All I know is I panicked. I didn’t want to face the truth that you are the one who holds the key to opening the lock around my heart. Gerard was a way to buy time for me to be honest with myself. It became abundantly clear to me what my heart already knew and my mind kept fighting. In conclusion, I had no choice but to admit that you” and she glides her finger down the front of the sweater he’s wearing “Fahim Zavala you’re the man my heart has chosen to give its love and to be healed by only you. Please don’t take your love away.” Lena states the last few words in a whisper.
Fahim pulls Lena back into his lap leaning close to her ear whispering “I love you, Lena Campbell. You stole my heart the first day I saw you at Robin and Rodrigo’s wedding. I tried to ignore what my heart desired, but it wouldn’t let me. It made up my mind for me that you are the woman I am destined to love for the rest of my life.” He kisses her tenderly so she can feel the raw emotion sweeping through him.
Tears of happiness fall from Lena’s eyes, she’s so emotional. Experiencing this kind of love Fahim is exposing to her has her body humming and she wants to receive more. Fahim kisses away her tears and as they gaze into each other's eyes seeing the fiery passion churning within them. In a low growl, he whispers “I want to make love to you Lena. I want our bodies fused together, binding the love we’ve denied ourselves for so long. Let’s savor this potent elixir of love both our hearts have ached to receive. Can I taste you, Lena? Can I taste all of you?”
Lena is unable to speak. Fahim’s confession is making her body tingling from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. If his words have her coochie flowing and her panties wet, how will she handle his cock buried deep between her throbbing walls? Shaking off her nervousness, Lena answers Fahim by sliding his lap and standing to her feet. She places her hand in his without saying a word and leads him upstairs to her bedroom.
CHAPTER 26
Once they reach Lena’s bedroom, the moonlight illuminates through the windows creating a seductive ambiance all around. With hooded eyes, Lena glances behind her to see Fahim’s eyes focused only on her communicating nothing but pure desire. No words needed to be said. A chill rushes through her at the anticipation of what’s been set in motion confirming what’s about to occur isn’t an illusion. Images of his strong, powerful body joined with hers creates goosebumps over her body and Lena trembles from the expectation of the pending moment.
Lena hasn’t felt the power of a naked man linked with her pint-size anatomy in years. Would he be a rough lover as Wayne had been? Or would Fahim show her how it actually feels to have sex with someone you have enormous passion for? Anxious yet excited are the emotions present as she stands in front of her bed waiting on Fahim to make the first move.
Fahim notices Lena’s nervousness as she stands awkwardly with her back facing him. He did catch her checking him out as they walked into her bedroom and saw the emotions of speculation play across her face. He would have to restrain his eagerness to join their bodies. Fahim is going to take his time and show Lena what it indeed means to be passionately loved by someone who appreciates her beauty, her mind, her heart and her body.
Fahim sneaks in a smile while licking his lips knowing without a doubt his hunger for Lena will be satisfied while making sure she feels and enjoys every stimulating and seductive detail of his love. Her body, heart, and mind will be completely satiated once he’s done being attentive to their thirst for each other.
Fahim stands directly behind Lena and brushes his rough hands down her arms slowly as he kisses the side of her delicate neck. He feels a vein throb against his lips and her body trembles from his erotic touch. Continuing with his seduction, he drags his tongue over her neck until he reaches her earlobe and pulls it between his lips, nipping it softly with his teeth. Lena is so turned on, her heart beats wildly inside her chest. She jumps as Fahim’s hands gently turn her around, so they are facing each other.
Fahim looks down at her as she looks up at him and he smiles to reassure Lena while his hands slowly twist open each button of the black and white striped cardigan sweater she’s wearing that accentuates her full figure frame. Still looking into each other eyes and the last button was undone, he glides his hands over her shoulders, and she barely feels the sweater leaving her body or landing by her feet.
Fahim sucks in his breath as he takes in the beautiful vision before him. He gently glides his forefinger down the center of her cleavage until reaching the clasp of the black lace bra holding Lena’s well-rounded mounds in place. Unhooking it, her breasts bounce freely from their confined state. His hazel orbs have grown darker with longing as his tongue moves over his lips in anticipation of sampling her dark areolas and the hard tips attached to them.
More goosebumps appear on Lena who is still captivated by Fahim’s piercing gaze and she’s unable to avert her eyes away from his sensual scrutiny. His eyes never stray from hers as his fingers glide over her erect nubs causing waves of consuming ecstasy to ravage places gone untouched a long time. She cries out “Fahim I feel like my soul is on fire. What are you doing to me?” Fahim simply states “I want you to understand it’s me and only me awakening these untouched areas inside you craving attention. I’m making sure the only man’s name embedded in your mind and heart is me, Fahim Zavala! I’m proving to you, mi amor, how much I crave you, how much I love you, Lena Campbell.”
The bold assertion of his words initiates an uncontrollable stirring inside Lena so astonishing. She feels as if bombs are exploding through her as every fragment of her sensitive body grows taut in anticipation of what is to follow. She doesn’t want Fahim to stop and bites her bottom lip to keep from blurting out how his caress is affecting her at that moment.
Lena needs Fahim to feel the same stormy pleasure he’s creating inside her and tries to gain some control to her raging senses. She playfully pushes his hands away and sneaks hers under his sweater until they connect with his naked flesh. Still gazing into each other's eyes, Lena notices the surprise of her unexpected yet wonderful gesture play across his face. Fahim’s muscles quiver becoming tense as she slides her fingers upward until contact is made with his sculpted chest and she grazes her fingertips over his stiff nipples.
Fahim is aroused by Lena’s simple act of touching him. He moans as a jolt of unbearable passion intrudes, forming a knot at the root of his cock which is ready to erupt. He takes several deep, deep breaths to keep from ripping off the rest of her clothes as well as his own. The only thought on his mind is lifting Lena in his arms and ramming his throbbing erection into her sweetness. Tormented with desire, he says in a low voice “Mi amor, I want us to remember our first time making love. I love the feel of your hands against my naked flesh. I’m so turned on it could be hazardous to your health.” Lena continues exploring until her arms wrap around his neck with her hand settles on the back of his head. Standing on the tips of her toes, she pulls him closer until their lips are fused together. With the parting of their lips and their tongues mating together it creates an untamed chemistry, and they both groan from the arousing impact.
Fahim could hold back no longer. His hands grip her round behind lifting Lena and holding her tightly against him. Their heads roll from side to side as they taste each other fiercely. Lena moans before letting go from their steamy kiss to breathe in air. With her head thrown back, Fahim takes advantage by licking his tongue at the hollow indentation of her throat. Her eyelids flutter; her body is so sensitive to his touch. “Fahim, it feels so nice, so so nice” was all Lena can say.
They look at each other speaking again with their eyes and Fahim lowers Lena back to her feet.
Wanting to feel skin against skin, Fahim quickly tugs his sweater over his head, and Lena’s mouth goes dry at sight of the beautifully crafted designs etched over his upper body. His tattoos only enhance Fahim’s attractiveness, and butterflies invade the pit of her stomach. Her fingers have a mind of their own as they slowly trace over the word “LOVE” drawn above his left breast. Her touch burns his skin, and his cock stiffens harder behind the zipper of his jeans. Fahim grabs Lena’s hand kissing each of her fingertips unable to handle her natural caress.
“We have on too many clothes mi amor. I want to see the rest of you, smell your sweet essence in my nostrils, and taste your nectar on my tongue.” His hands slide between the slit of her denim skirt making contact with her bare skin which causes Lena to suck in her breath. Fahim continues with his upward motion and unfastens each button until he reaches her waist. The last button undone, her skirt drops to the floor and Lena is only wearing a black laced bikini and white opaque thigh highs. He crouches in front of Lena slowly sliding each stocking down while kissing the soft skin of her inner thighs and gently caressing the calves on the back of her legs. Another burst of sensual heat cascades throughout Lena and she didn’t know how much more she can stand of Fahim’s magnetic method of foreplay.
Before she can catch her breath, Fahim is once again staring into her eyes. Lena steps backward to gain some composure, but he continues to stalk her until she feels the back of her legs touch the end of the bed, and she can no longer escape his sensual pursuit. She watches Fahim’s silhouette through the streams of moonlight beaming through her bedroom windows as he eases his jeans over his hips revealing his impressive sexual tool. The sight before Lena leaves her mouth dry again with her tongue hanging out. The only words to escape her lips are “WOW” taking in Fahim’s magnificent physique. Her fears temporarily forgotten, Lena wants nothing more than to surrender her body to Fahim; to feel him nestled deep inside her wetness as his manhood strokes her lonely private parts back to life.
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