habibi
page 3 of 6"I wish you spoke Arabic. There are things that I cannot say in English."
Her face has gone soft again. I look down, hoping that my face isn’t too red, wishing I had something in my hands. "Come into my room," she says, very low. I look up, and she stands and offers her hand, leads me to her bed.
I am shy tonight, nervous from the strong coffee but also feeling oddly slow. She sits me on her bed while she takes off the shirt again. I am eye-level with her breasts but I look up at her face. She smiles down at me and takes my hand, kisses it softly and lays it over her breast. I can feel the ring under my fingers. "You can play with them, but gently," she tells me, and I put my mouth on one, take the ring between my teeth and softly tug. When I look up at her she has closed her eyes and caught her lip between her teeth, so I play for a while with her metal and her flesh. But when I move my mouth downwards she lifts me away from her, tilts my chin up until I meet her eyes. Her pupils are very wide.
"My turn," she tells me, and lowers herself onto me, easing me onto my back. I tense when she touches my belly, but she puts her mouth on my throat and I arch towards her bite. She keeps me suspended between pleasure and pain for awhile, my life between her teeth, until it is too much and I ask her to stop. She rolls off me and curls herself around my back.
"Are you tired?"
"Yes," I say, and I am, but I do not think that I will ever sleep with her body pressed against me and her breath on my neck.
I listen to her heartbeat and her breathing instead, and try to breathe in time with her, until I drift into a sort of daze and then to sleep. I wake up very early because she is no longer next to me. She is kneeling a few feet from the bed, her profile to me. It takes me a moment to realize that she is praying, and that must be the direction of Mecca.
Her face is stern with concentration and very beautiful. I watch her long lips form the name of Allah, and then close my eyes. It's too private--I don't want to spy on her like this. She crawls back under the covers with me after a few minutes, and I am quick to fall asleep again.
hen I wake up a few hours later, she lets me make love to her, lets me pin her with my weight and see how wet I can make her. She is beautiful arching up against my hand--beautiful with her head pushed back and her neck bared for me--beautiful opening her eyes when I am not hard enough. "More," she tells me, and I give it to her gladly, wishing that I had my dick but glad to feel her, to put all my attention on seeing how wide I can open her, how much of myself I can fit into her flushed body. I am beginning to wonder about my fist, but she stops me at four fingers, and I work them into her at the speed she demands. Still working her with a hand on her clit and the other inside, I take one nipple ring between my teeth and tug a little harder than I think is absolutely safe, and she comes.