by Sarah Croix
I smiled remembering back to my entrance. She continued. "I have to thank you for being who you are. I would have never even been able to experience my time with you if it weren't for that college scholarship."
"Not a problem, love..."
Again she interrupted me. "But I just don't understand though why you couldn't tell me. What happened in Afghanistan that made you run away from life? Why did you run away from me?"
Afghanistan. A million fucking miles away from here. I was happy in this moment, even if I was in deep shit. My thoughts went back to the fateful mission that had nearly ended in disaster. To the men I had lost.
"Aziz?" Natalie asked. I snapped out of it and saw her looking at me with concern. "Are you okay?"
We had slowed down a bit, but I picked up the pace on the floor again. "Sorry, love, just having a tough night."
"I can feel," she said with the first crack of her lip. My cock was digging right into her body without any shame in the world.
"Is that a smile, Natalie?" I asked with a smirk.
"No," she said still smiling. "I'm still upset, remember?"
"Listen, love, I'm sorry. I will never, ever leave you again. I swear," I said to her in all seriousness. "I was being an idiot thinking I was needed to leave you to shield you from the media frenzy that would happen."
"By walking out on me? That's how show affection?" she asked, her eyes narrowing.
My heart was beating fast. Fuck it, I thought.
"I was trying to protect the girl that I love," I said quietly to her, looking at her.
If possible, I could feel her heart rate increase. She came a bit closer to me, if that was even possible and whispered in my ear.
"Aziz," she whispered wickedly, "That problem down below isn't going to go away on its own."
Now it was my turn for my heart to begin racing again.
"Why don't we go somewhere a bit quieter, and we can take care of it?" she pulled back and looked at me with those wide, innocent eyes of hers.
My cock was ready to explode right then.
Doing my best to hide my throbbing erection as it jutted out, I maneuvered us towards the edge of the room, past the throngs of ladies who had their eyes jealously on the two of us, waiting for their chance to throw themselves at me, and into the hallway.
"Follow me," I said hoarsely, and took her hand and began to walk quickly towards my chambers.
16
Natalie
I followed him to his room like a lost pup that had just found its new owner.
When I stepped inside, it was like I was in a whole new dimension. His room was humongous when compared to the tiny one I had in America and, even though I had been to the palace a few times before, I had never seen something as sumptuous as that. The windows went from the floor to the ceiling, opening up to a balcony so massive you could park two cars two there. And his bed! It was huge… If you could park two cars outside, you could park one more on top of his silk sheets. On the wall was an enormous flat TV screen, propped up right in front of the bed, and there were two doors underneath it. One led to the bathroom and the other to the closet, I presumed. I was almost afraid of what I’d find in his bathroom - a goddamn swimming pool, perhaps?
“Fancy a drink, love?” he asked, walking to a wine rack that he had mounted on one the walls. It wasn’t only for show, as there were a lot of bottles missing there. He grabbed one of them and looked at the label. “Oh, this seems good. Champagne, like it?”
I nodded, trying to put away the fact that he was probably holding a bottle worth thousands of dollars in his hand. He grabbed two flute glasses that hung from the top of the rack and, opening the bottle, made the cork fly to the ceiling and ricochet down to the floor as champagne cascaded to the glasses. He handed me one, smiling. I accepted it, taking it to my mouth and letting the bubbly liquid swirl around my tongue. Holy crap - it was good indeed.
“I see that you have a nice taste,” he took a sip out of his own glass. “Both in champagne and in men.”
“Me and all the other women out there, it seems,” I shot back, remembering how all those stuck-up royals and celebrities had tried to get their way with Aziz. My Aziz. I had never been the possessive kind, but seeing those women so desperate to jump on him made something primal inside of me come alive. No way I’d let some girl lay her hands on my Sheikh. Not a damn chance.
“Love, those women are nothing,” he took a step in my direction, holding my chin between his fingers. “You’re perfect.”
“Don’t you sweet talk me…” I told him with a smile on my lips.
“Oh, I’m not sweet talking you, Natalie. I’m just being honest, swear to God.”
He went to the windows and opened them, stepping outside to the balcony. He rested his glass on a round table, placing both his hands on the edge of the balcony and looking somewhere in the distance. I joined him, looking in the same direction as he was. The city sprawled from under us, stretching away from the palace until the desert bega. I could see the bright lit roads, spreading everywhere like tiny veins, and the endless buildings that cut the horizon with their tall figures. Qumar was beautiful and seemed so vast and untouched - and, funnily enough it seemed that, now that I had Aziz by my side, I was realizing the true beauty of it.
He came up behind me, his hands on my thighs and his lips on my neck. A shiver went up my spine as I remembered how good it was to have his body pressing down on me.
“I could fuck you right here, Natalie,” he said, and even though I couldn’t see him, I knew he had that devilish grin on his face.
“So why don’t you?” I asked, teasingly. As a reply, his hand went around my waist and under the folds of my dress, his fingers sliding up my leg and resting exactly on the right spot. He pressed, pulling me into him; and, just like that, I was a wet mess. Aziz knew exactly which buttons to push and he sure as hell didn’t hold back: he pushed in, brushing his index finger over the wet lips of my pussy and resting it over my clit.
Aziz gasped. “No panties, love?”
I grinned wickedly at him. “I'm just waiting for your cock. How much more of an invite do you need to fuck me?”
“Well, I might do just that,” he whispered against my ear, gently rubbing my clit and making me bit my lower lip. I should have known that I couldn’t simply tease him and then wait for him to hold back. I mean, he was Aziz, what else could I expect from him?
He slid one finger inside me and I gasped, my pussy tightening as he went deeper. With my ass pressing against his crotch, I could feel his massive erection growing as he fingered me. Just fuck me already, I thought, enjoying the way the shape of his huge cock pressed against me over my dress. In that moment, I wouldn’t complain if he bent me over the rail, lifted up my dress and simply rammed it inside me. I didn’t even care if someone saw us.
What happened to that naive and innocent girl, the Natalie that blushed anytime a guy tried to hit on her? Aziz and his gigantic cock happened, it seemed. Since the first time in his room, when he had given me the best fuck I could possible imagine, that I seemed to have become desperate for sex. Not a day went by that I didn’t relive those moments over and over again in my head, becoming wet as I imagined his cock in my hand, in my mouth, in my pussy… No wonder girls were all over him: he had the perfect looks, he was smart and reckless and, top it all off, not only did he have a massive cock he also knew how to handle it perfectly. I was surprised the media still hadn’t named him as God’s gift to women, for that was exactly what he was. I mean, you could wrap him naked in a bow and leave him on my doorstep and I’d be the happiest girl in the world.
He slid his finger out. My heart was racing - I felt completely indecent, standing there in the balcony getting fingered.
I turned to him, my parted lips aching for his kiss. My hand went to his crotch and I grabbed at the bulging shape that tented his pants. It drove me completely out of my mind, knowing that he was so hard because of me. I hooked my fingers on his belt and pull
ed him to me, smacking my lips against his. He let me do it willingly, and soon he was grabbing me by the ass as we kissed passionately, our tongues wrestling against each other.
I unbuckled his belt, the metallic sound of the buckle coming free an aphrodisiac song to my ears. I unzipped his pants and pressed my hand against his boxer briefs, aching to feel his cock on me. My fingers slid under his boxers and I cupped his balls, gently making them roll over in my hand; then I went up, curling my fingers around his massive shaft. I swear to God, there was nothing better in the whole world than to know that a cock like his was mine to enjoy. I bet that there was an army of women ready to kill and maim just to take my spot. Well, they could go screw themselves - Aziz was mine, and I’d fight tooth and nail for him.
As I started to stroke him I motioned to kick my high heels out, but he just pressed his legs against mine and stopped me.
“No,” he said, “keep them on.”
Oh, I like that. I like that very much, I thought to myself, imagining how it would feel to be completely naked (aside from my heels, of course), my hands against the wall as he fucked me mercilessly from behind. I mentally thanked whoever had invented high heels - not only did they allow me to grow a few inches, now they had also become part of something I could enjoy doing with Aziz – which, of course, translated as fucking until I couldn’t even think straight.
I pulled his shirt out of his pants as I stroked him, anxious to see him naked in all his gloriousness. But I had all the time in the world, and there was no need for me to rush things. So, his cock in my hand, I simply kneeled on the floor, right in front of him.
“Is this for me…?” I asked, running my index finger from his balls to his tip and looking up at him.
“Oh, it sure is, love. All of it,” he replied with a grin, anxious to have his cock firmly nestled inside my mouth. I let my tongue out and brushed it against his tip, swirling it around and around as I started to stroke him once more. I leaned in one more inch, touching him with my slightly parted lips. He placed his hands on top of my head and I could already feel the tension on his fingers as he fought against the impulse to simply push my head down and get deep inside my mouth.
I didn’t want to make him wait but, in a way, I just loved to tease him like that. I ran my tongue up and down his cock, licking it softly, kissing at it without doing nothing more than just brush my lips against it. He was going insane with anticipation so, not wanting to torture him endlessly, I just lay my lips against his tip and opened my mouth. His cock went deep inside my mouth so fast I thought I would gag, but once there, my tongue went to work almost immediately, lapping at it hungrily. I bobbed my head back and forth, stroking him all the way in a matching rhythm to that of my mouth. With my free hand I cupped his balls, caressing them carefully and enjoying their warmness against my skin.
His fingers grabbed my hair by the root, and soon he was no longer following my movements but guiding them, telling me exactly the pace he wanted from me. I relished him using me like that, his cock fucking my mouth as if I could suck him like no other women could. I had no way of knowing if that was the truth - everyone knew he had more than a legion of women before me, I held no illusions -, but judging by his enthusiasm I would say my guess was not that far off. I sure had started with no experience, but I was proving to be a fast learner. It helped that the subject matter was as fascinating as Aziz.
He eased his pace then, making me slow down. I obeyed, my lips patiently sliding over his cock as I pulled it out from my mouth. I licked my lips, his flavour still lingering there, and looked up at him with a mischievous grin on my face.
“Had enough?” I asked. He took his fingers to my chin and looked straight into my eyes.
“I’ll never have enough of you, love.”
“Is that what you say to the other women you bring here, to your chambers?” I couldn’t help but be snarky, even though the thought of him with anyone else felt like as if I was being stabbed.
“I never bring women to my room,” he said with a quick wink, grabbing my hand and lifting me up from the floor. “But I’ll gladly fuck you anywhere.”
Oh, yes, please. What else could I tell him?
“So you’ll fuck me, right? Not make love to me?” I grinned at him, trying to anticipate his reply.
“Love, what I’ll do to you is way above either fucking or making love.”
Now that was a response. And knowing how he handled himself between the sheets I knew it to be true as well.
Without a warning he swept me off my feet and, carrying me in his strong muscled arms, took me inside and lay me on the bed. I fell there gently, his mattress so soft I could swear I was lying on a cloud. I was a guest in the Palace - why didn’t my chambers have a mattress like that? I had no more time to think of unimportant bullshit like that - in a second he had climbed over me, pushing my knees apart and hiking my skirt up to my waist. I was so wet I could already feel my pussy dripping and soaking the sheets.
He started by kissing my inner thighs, always going around my pussy but never touching it. He went like that for what seemed like an eternity, kissing and teasing, but never really acting on his delicious threat. I half-moaned, my heart ready to burst with so much anticipation.
“Are you gonna make me beg?” I asked, knowing too damn well what his answer would be.
He pulled back and looked at me, the smile on his face telling me everything I needed to know.
“Oh, you’re damn sure I will.”
“Aziz…”
“Beg. Beg for it.”
I begged - and not because he wanted me to, but because I simply couldn’t endure his teasing any longer. I needed to feel his mouth on me, his tongue darting inside my pussy as he sucked hard on my clit.
“Please, Aziz… Please, do it…”
He didn’t wait long. I closed my eyes as his lips brushed against my pussy, his tongue running up and down freely and always making a seductive victory dance over my clit each time it went near it. Once again I was in that special place of Heaven, somewhere only Aziz could take me to. I squirmed as his tongue parted my pussy lips and went in, and my hands shot to his head. I grabbed his hair fiercely and pushed him down with more harshness than I intended, rubbing my pussy against his face with no shame whatsoever. Oh, I had come a long way from all that shyness and embarrassment. Now, pressing my pussy hard against his mouth felt like the most natural and appropriate thing for me to do. Very lady-like of me, I know.
He flicked his tongue against my clit and a jolt of electricity shot up my spine, making my skin prickle. I moaned, surrendering to Aziz and his ways. His tongue danced around my clit as if he knew my body better than me. Each movement seemed wild and free and, yet, so carefully calculated as to bring me near the edge of rapture. It bordered on the religious - sure, it might seem like a stupid thing to say, but having Aziz mouth on my pussy made those words one of the truest thoughts my mind had ever produced.’
Sliding one finger inside of me he started licking my clit harder, his tongue dancing unpredictably over it. Soon he had one more finger in me, stretching my inner walls wide and preparing them for his thick cock. When the third finger went inside I was already arching my back, fire spreading through my muscles and burning me away into sweet ecstasy. I pulled at his hair so fiercely as I came that it was almost a miracle that I didn’t rip his scalp out. With my eyes closed I moaned hard, enjoying the first wave of an ocean of pleasure.
“You’re going to be the end of me, Aziz…” I whispered as I looked to the ceiling, my muscles still reeling from the orgasm. He climbed on top of me then, kissing me in the lips - somehow, the scent of my own pussy made me ache for his cock even more.
I took my fingers to his bow tie and undid the knot, sliding it out of his shirt. My eyes locked on his and I started unbuttoning his shirt, taking care of each button as if it was the most important thing I would do in the world. My knuckles brushed against his skin and, when the last button popped out, I leaned into h
im and pressed my lips over his rock hard abs, enjoying the smoothness of his skin. Submitting to that crazy craving, my tongue parted my lips and I licked him from his abs to his chest, slowly tracing the contour of his oh-so-perfect muscles. I was the luckiest girl in the world, there was no doubt about it - and to prove it, there was a horde of women purple with envy waltzing in the salon below us.
I knew by all standards that I was a commoner. Still, each second I spent by Aziz’ side made me feel more and more like royalty. Not because I was suddenly feeling like a true member of the royal family, but because with him I felt like a true queen. It could be a clichéd thing to say, but that didn’t make it any less true.
Grabbing him by his collar, I pulled him close to me, so close our lips were almost brushing against each other. I truly didn’t know what kind of devil had gotten into me, but I was feeling out of myself.
“Aziz… I want you to fuck the living daylights out of me,” I told him - no, I ordered him - all the while keeping a completely straight face. It was easy, because I was neither joking nor teasing. I was damn serious about it. We were in a luxurious palace, in the capital of a kingdom he would eventually rule over - asking to be fucked like a true Sheikha (although not the innocent kind, I’ll admit) didn’t seem to be out of context. In fact, it seemed like the most obvious and logical thing to want.
“Is than an order…?” He grinned at me, looking sly and devious.
“You bet it is,” I almost growled at him, pulling him to me and smacking my lips against his. I slid the shirt down his arms, making sure my fingers brushed against his skin each step of the way. It seemed that I couldn’t waste a moment, however small and insignificant.
Grabbing at the hem of his trousers I pulled them down hurriedly, wanting his naked body on me as fast as possible. He kicked off his shoes and threw his pants to the ground, standing by my side only in his boxer briefs, that massive bulging he hid there calling to me. I went for it, laying my open mouth on his cock over his underwear, biting gently at it. But then I decided I was done with the teasing - I wanted that cock of his and I was done with waiting. I pulled his boxers down like a madwoman, grabbing his length and shoving it down my mouth the moment it sprung free. I bobbed my head back and forth in a flowing motion, a deep and low hum at the back of my throat.
