by Erin Snihur
She’d researched the company name he’d used in his letter to Mrs. Cranston, but she only discovered a simple website for a multi-service company that worked out of multiple countries. She’d searched his name along with the company, but still nothing. She wasn’t sure what media Khalid was worried about interrupting their dating life. She’d never seen a paparazzi person around and any of the restaurants Khalid had taken her to were very private. They always had a section cordoned off for Khalid’s own use.
One night in a glitzy restaurant that Amelia had only read about, Khalid had requested the waiter play music. When the music began, Khalid took her in his arms and danced with her around the room. It felt like every fairytale she had ever read. Of course, she did step on his toes a few times, much to Khalid’s amusement.
She had never been in a relationship like the one she had with Khalid. Every time he brought her home from one of their dates, he promptly kissed her on the lips, leaving her feeling aching for more, but merely grinned down at her and murmured the word, patience.
In her mind, she could practically hear his voice. Patience, ya amar. Soon, you shall be mine.
He still continued to send her flowers at work and, one day, he even sent her a jewelry box, seriously delivered by the always serious Haseem. Her entire class had all stared at the hulking man. One of her students even called out to him and asked if he was a superhero. Haseem didn’t seem too perturbed by the children’s questions and answered them smoothly and as friendly as possible.
By the time lunch rolled around, her coworkers had all heard about Haseem’s delivery. When Amelia opened the package during her lunch in the lunch room for all her coworkers to see, she instantly regretted it. Inside the box was a smooth, rose gold bracelet with a simple diamond stud placed in the circular clasps center.
All of her female coworkers, including an over-excited Meghan, screeched at the sight of the beautiful bracelet and were convinced Amelia had charmed a billionaire. Questions instantly surfaced and she had trouble answering them all. She still felt uncomfortable with all the attention placed on her, so she was grateful when the bell rang to alert everyone that lunch was over. She placed the bracelet on her wrist and that night thanked Khalid profusely when they video chatted over dinner.
“The bracelet is too much, Khalid. I mean, it’s beautiful, but still too much. We’ve only been dating for a few weeks,” Amelia had protested profusely on the phone that night.
Khalid, of course, shrugged off her protests and exclaimed in his deep voice, “That bracelet is a gift, ya amar. It is only enhanced by your beauty. Promise me you will wear it always.”
Blushing at his demand, Amelia eventually conceded and wore the bracelet wherever she went. She grew to love having it on her wrist. It was like a constant reminder of Khalid’s presence, even when he was halfway around the world.
It was during one of Khalid’s weeks away that Amelia realized she wouldn’t be able to keep Khalid a secret from everyone. Was it wrong of her to want to keep Khalid and their relationship all to herself? After playing telephone tag with Bea and ignoring her other friends’ phone calls, Amelia conceded one night and answered Bea’s call.
“I thought for sure you ran off or something. Why haven’t you been returning my calls or texts?” Bea asked through the phone, clearly concerned.
Amelia stared down at her bracelet, warming at the thought of Khalid, the reason she had been ignoring her friends. “Well, you’re going to laugh, but I met a guy.”
Silence. Deja vu or what?
Then, Bea was screaming, “You what!?”
Laughing, Amelia shook her head at Bea’s reaction,.“Don’t sound so surprised. You really know how to make a girl feel good.”
Bea laughed too and screeched again, “Tell me more about him! What’s his name? Where did you meet? How many dates have you gone on? Is he cute? I need details. Have you kissed yet? Have you had sex yet? Please tell me he isn’t one of those guys who’s only into pressing the buttons on a video game controller? It’s not fun, trust me!”
Amelia pulled the phone away from her ear at Bea’s screeching and when she stopped, she laughed into the phone. “I’ll tell you all about it at girls’ night tomorrow, okay?”
Her phone beeped with a text from Khalid and Amelia felt butterflies race through her.
“What? No, you can’t do this to me, Lia! I need details! I’m coming over, right now!” Bea exclaimed and demanded.
Gasping, Amelia cringed. “No! Don’t come over. I’m a complete mess right now. Besides, you know how I hate repeating myself. You and the girls will hear everything tomorrow, I promise.”
Another notification dinged on Amelia’s phone and she quickly checked as Bea continued to plead with her for information on Khalid. As Amelia read the flirty text, she quickly put the phone back to her ear and interrupted her rambling friend.
“Bea, I have to go. I’m getting another call, but I’ll see you tomorrow at Gia’s okay? Bye!”
Before Bea could protest further, Amelia quickly hung up the phone and opened up her messages from Khalid. He was asking if she was awake and if she wanted to video chat. Blushing at the offer, Amelia grabbed her laptop and brought it into her bedroom. Their video chats always left Amelia breathless. They usually consisted of Khalid in his hotel room, usually shirtless and in loose fitting pajama bottoms. She had been caught staring at him and practically drooling a few times now.
Khalid claimed it wasn’t fair that she got to drool all over him and all she allowed him to see of her was her head during their video chats. Amelia knew he was just teasing; but tonight, she would give him a gift she hadn’t given anyone before.
Brushing out her wavy hair, Amelia stripped down to her bra and panties, then pulled her frilly robe on, in an attempt to conceal herself for a bit of teasing. Finally messaging Khalid that she was ready, Amelia grinned in glee when Khalid’s smiling face popped up onto her screen.
Through the clear picture, Khalid’s voice boomed with a laugh, “Lia, ya amar, you kept me waiting for so long!”
Blushing, Lia placed the laptop down on the bed giving Khalid a full view of her robed form. “However shall I make it up to you, Sir?”
The robe fell off one of her shoulders revealing the bare shoulder and pink strap of her bra. Giggling at Khalid’s shocked face, Amelia shook out her hair, mirth in her eyes.
“Well, Khalid? Cat got your tongue?” Amelia teased and squirmed in the bed, loosening the robe further to reveal her other shoulder and pink bra strap.
Khalid’s groan filled the room as he too adjusted himself on the bed in his hotel suite and positioned the camera so that she could see his rippling chest and low riding loose pants that did nothing but tease her into wanting to see more. Amelia smiled like a cat who caught the canary at the sight of Khalid clenching his fists, fighting for control.
“Do you know what you’re doing, ya amar?” Khalid growled through clenched teeth.
Amelia let out a sharp breath and spoke softly, knowing he heard every word, “No, Khalid. Why don’t you teach me?”
Swearing under his breath, Khalid sat up straighter in the video screen and stared intently into her eyes. His gaze didn’t waver as he ordered, “Take off the robe, Lia.”
A warmth pooled in her panties. As slow as Amelia possibly could, she shed her fuzzy robe before the screen. Dropping it to the floor, Amelia felt her courage wavering as Khalid stared at her body, encased in the matching pink bra and panty set. Her breasts, while small and with the added push of the bra, appeared full. Khalid’s eyes moved from her face down her neck and breasts until they came to rest on her lower region before sliding right back up the same path once more.
“You are a vision, ya amar. I may need to hop on the jet tonight,” Khalid groaned and Amelia giggled as the man moved closer to the camera, though not before Amelia was able to see the tent growing in his loose pants.
“Yes, I can tell you’re happy with what you see,” Amelia murmured and
Khalid grinned devilishly as he clucked his tongue.
“Naughty girl. Teasing him will only earn you more punishment, ya amar,” Khalid growled.
Turning in a circle so Khalid could see her entire form, Amelia coyly looked over her shoulder and wiggled her ass in front of the camera. “Oops, I didn’t mean to tease you so, Mr. Majeed.”
Khalid laughed and curled his finger, beckoning her closer. “Take off the bra, ya amar. I want your breasts exposed and your nipples hard, aching for me to take them into my mouth.”
Gasping in shock by his words, Amelia blushed deeply and shyly, with her back to the screen, unclasped her bra, letting the straps slide down her shoulders until it fell completely to the floor. Still with her back to him, Amelia heard Khalid let out a curse and a hiss of breath. Covering her breasts with her arm, Amelia turned and stared dazedly at Khalid’s hard form.
“Take your hand away, ya amar. You were made to be gazed upon by me,” Khalid crooned softly.
Her skin shivered and when she slowly dropped her arm, the coolness of the air hit her budding nipples and they hardened instantly. Blushing at her reaction, Amelia shifted under his gaze and squeezed her legs together tightly. Her panties were soaking at this point.
Khalid’s grin widened. “Uncomfortable are we, ya amar?”
Amelia shifted her eyes over Khalid’s form and smiled at his hardening length that tented his pants. “I could ask you the same thing.”
Giggling when Khalid’s face turned red as well, Amelia felt her tongue dart out and lick her dry lips, much to Khalid’s groaning frustration.
“Ya amar, do not do that. You are toying with things you do not understand.”
“I think I do understand, Khalid. I want to see you,” Amelia murmured back, her voice rough as she squirmed further in her wet panties. Her breasts and nipples ached for his mouth. To tease him, Amelia ran her fingers down her shoulders to cup her breasts softly. As seductively as she could, Amelia brushed one of her fingers across her pointy nipples.
Grinning at Khalid who now stared at her show with rapt attention, Amelia murmured huskily, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
Khalid groaned and whispered a few words in Arabic. She made a mental note to research what they meant later. Amelia watched as Khalid stood before the screen, his muscles rippling as he stood. Amelia wanted to follow every ridge and curve of Khalid’s chest with her tongue. No doubt, he wouldn’t mind, especially if she used her tongue for other activities.
Licking her lips once more, Amelia held her breath as Khalid’s pants dropped out of view and there he was. Springing upward, Amelia’s blush deepened at the sight of Khalid’s member. She’d seen male parts before, but never of this caliber. Amelia hummed softly and whispered, what she thought she had said only in her head.
“It won’t fit.”
With practiced ease, Khalid slowly began to stroke his cock at the base, as he murmured back to her, “It will fit, ya amar. I’ll ensure it.”
“How?” Amelia asked and then groaned in embarrassment when she realized what he meant.
“Have you ever touched yourself, Lia? Have you ever achieved pleasure from your fingers or a toy?” Khalid asked. “I know you said you were a virgin, but there are many different versions of a virgin.”
Amelia didn’t answer right away, she was so entranced by Khalid’s hand softly stroking himself as he stared at her breasts slowly rising up and down with her heightened breathing. Finally, when Khalid called her name again, Amelia met his knowing gaze.
“Sorry. I have, you know, with my fingers, but I don’t know if I’ve achieved an orgasm,” Amelia was sure she had felt pleasure, but she’d never known if, when she was finished, she’d had an orgasm. The boys she’d dated had only pawed at her when their relationship would grow heated. She’d never felt real pleasure with them.
“Lay back, ya amar, let me guide you,” Khalid ordered.
Doing as he said, Amelia positioned the camera so that he could see her full length until the view ended at her knees. Spreading her legs lightly, she heard Khalid inhale sharply.
“You’re bare, ya amar,” Khalid stated, his eyes staring at her panty covered core. Not a hint of hair could be seen. Khalid groaned and stroked his full length with one thrust of his hips. “Lia, take them off.”
Obeying, Amelia slid her panties down her legs and kicked them away. Now completely bare before Khalid, Amelia ran a hand from her breasts to just above her core.
“Now what, Khalid?” Amelia asked breathlessly.
“Close your eyes, Lia. Good girl,” Khalid crooned in appreciation. “Place your hands on your breasts and slowly begin to massage the tops, don’t forget to squeeze and tug on those pretty pink nipples of yours.”
As she did as he asked, Amelia’s vision was cloaked in darkness as her hands came to rest on her breasts and she slowly began to squeeze and massage both in her hands. With her eyes closed, Amelia’s other senses were heightened. She could hear Khalid’s heavy breathing and with her hands on her breasts, she slowly began to imagine they were his.
“That’s it, ya amar.”
Paying more attention to her nipples, Amelia slowly pulled on one hardening tip. Gasping at the tingles that shot through her, Amelia squirmed further in the bed. Her core was practically dripping. Moaning softly, Amelia took one hand and slowly trailed it down her stomach, only stopping when she realized she hadn’t waited for Khalid to tell her to move.
“Keep going, ya amar. You are so beautiful like this,” Khalid rasped and moaned along with her. In her mind, Amelia pictured Khalid standing over her, his cock in his hands stroking himself at the sight of her pleasuring herself.
Groaning loudly, Amelia continued her path with her hand until her fingers tentatively brushed against the top of her wet lips. Gasping at the small tingles that shot to her core, Amelia tightened her hold on her breast and nipple while her other hand began to massage her outer lips with renewed softness.
Her greedy moans filled the room as Khalid’s orders continued, “Put one of your fingers inside, Lia. Imagine it is my fingers entering you slowly and then begin to thrust it in and out.”
Amelia did her best to follow his orders and before she knew it, she was stuffed completely with two of her fingers. She’d never attempted to put more then one finger inside of her, but now Amelia groaned in frustration at what she had been missing.
“Harder. Faster,” Khalid’s orders came out through the mic.
Amelia had to look at him. With her eyes closed, his voice sounded much more urgent and strained. As she reached the peak of her pleasure, she let out a cry as warmth gushed through her core and leaked all over her legs. Opening her eyes at that exact moment, Amelia watched as Khalid, with a hard grip on his cock, was stroking himself so fast that she almost missed the ropes of his cum flying into his cupped hand.
Moaning at the sight, Amelia fell back in her bed and breathed heavily, slowly extracting her fingers from her sopping wet core.
“Clean your fingers, ya amar,” Khalid ordered through his raspy voice.
Blushing at the thought, Amelia tentatively brought her fingers up to her mouth and licked her juices from her two fingers until nothing remained. As she finished, she stared into Khalid’s eyes, watching him catch his breath and clean up his mess.
Grinning at her through the screen, Khalid growled possessively, “If you do this again, call me. I want to see every moment.”
Humming in satisfaction, Amelia stretched her body, loving the relaxing feeling her orgasm provided her.
“Yes, Master,” Amelia whispered.
Grinning, Khalid blew her a kiss. “Save the dirty talk for when I return to you, ya amar.”
Amelia nodded and the rest of the night was a blur. All she knew was that she wanted to be with Khalid. In more ways than one.
Khalid hadn’t wanted to end the call with Amelia, but he could tell his woman was tired. Snorting to himself, Khalid inwardly shook his head, ignoring t
he feminine eyes on his around the pool. By now, an hour after their video chat, Amelia should be warm and safe in her bed, dreaming of him. Oh how he wished he could be there with her. Instead of here, in Aman.
You have to tell her the truth! A voice hissed at him in his subconscious. Not yet, Khalid answered back, Just a little bit longer. I want more with Amelia. If only to forget my doomed future.
Khalid took a sip from his drink by the hotel pool and watched as his younger brother, Maarku, appeared lazily out of the pool, sending appreciative grins to a few hotel guests. Mostly women who batted their eyelashes back at his handsome brother. Rolling his eyes, Khalid ignored Maarku as he collapsed into the lounge chair next to him.
“Stop being a downer, brother. You should join me in the pool or at the bar. There are a few groups of women from the States visiting. You’d like them,” Maarku teased from his seat.
Clenching his fists around his glass, Khalid straightened on the chair, “I thought you invited me here for business, brother.”
“And pleasure! You’ll be married soon and, thus, need to get your indiscreet fun in while you can,” Maarku crooned back, sending a wink to a couple of American women who waltzed by in their bikinis.
“And what about after I’m married, brother?” Khalid asked, not liking where this conversation was headed.
“Set up a mistress. Be discreet. Make sure Dareen pops out a couple of brats. Your heir and spare,” Maarku grumbled. “That’s what our father did.”
Shaking his head, Khalid scanned the area, taking note of the semi busy resort located along the Arabian Coast and in Aman’s beautiful capital.
“What if I’ve met someone already,” Khalid murmured, shocked he’d said it outloud.
