It's been a few weeks since your last minor anxiety attack. Since then, you had mustered up the courage to finally sit Fareeha down, when she had free time, and talk about the future of your relationship. It wasn't easy to formulate clear and coherent sentences, but she was patient with you, and you were eventually able to get what you wanted to say off your chest.
You stressed how much you loved her, and that over time, you couldn't help but to fall even more in love with her, and you honestly couldn't see yourself with anyone else. She was loyal, honest, and understanding of your needs and wants, especially when it came to your sexuality and nerves. To you, she was perfect. Her personality wasn't something you often encountered with people nowadays, which is why you found her so attractive in the first place.
You eventually told her that you were more than ready to become more intimate with her. She approached the topic with caution, asking you what you liked and what you probably wouldn't be comfortable with. When you told her, she simply nodded and took note of what not to do when the time came for you two to get down to it. Even though this wouldn't be your first time, it would be your first time with her, and she of course wanted it to be special, yet not too wild.
Finally, Fareeha suggested that the two of you set up a date for it to happen. It was a bit strange to you, scheduling something like this, but you ultimately didn't mind. To be honest, knowing when it would occur would probably help you plan things better, and may ease your nerves a bit instead of just rushing straight into it. You didn't want another panic attack to happen after all.
When the day came, Fareeha was extremely affectionate, more than usual actually. It was quite cute to witness.
She woke you up with breakfast in bed and had forced you to relax when you were done eating instead of helping out with the dishes, even though you were more than happy to do so. After breakfast, you two usually hit the gym. Fareeha hits the weights while you admire her from the treadmill. This time however, she suggested that you two go for a light jog around the neighborhood. The weather was nice and the two of you set a comfortable pace while having a casual conversation.
After you came back and showered, you two settled on relaxing for the rest of the day. You guys watched a few comedy movies for the rest of the afternoon. You were cuddled up on the couch, a thick blanket wrapped around you both as Fareeha held you from behind and you settled in her lap. When it was time for dinner, there was a minor disagreement about what to do for food. Your girlfriend had insisted that you two should go out to a nice restaurant, but you were too comfortable and didn't want to move from the couch. The older woman finally gave in and ordered take out for the two of you, refusing to let you pay.
Night came quickly, and the both of you decided to retire to your shared bedroom. The planned events of the night almost flew over your head, and you would've completely forgotten about it if you hadn't noticed how nervous your girlfriend looked. Her usual confident yet calm demeanor was replaced with one of uneasiness.
"Wait, here." Fareeha said as you two stood in front of the bedroom door. She stepped inside while you waited, the door closing behind her.
You heard some shuffling movements and a few mumbles. Your curious levels were peaked at this point, and you couldn't help but to wonder what she was doing in there. Luckily, you didn't have to wait too long.
The door opened and Fareeha beckoned you closer. She held out a simple black blindfold for you to put over your eyes. You stared at her with a raised eyebrow, but you put it on regardless, especially since you couldn't resist the puppy dog look in her eyes.
The security guard guided you from there on, instructing you to make a subtle left or right to make sure you didn't bump into anything or step on something. With her guidance, you made it safely to the bed.
"Can I take this off now, babe?" You asked, your hand already reaching for the blindfold.
"Not yet, habibti." She said. "Just one more second."
You heard more shuffling and a few loud scratches. A few moments later and the air around you started to become more fragrant. You couldn't identify the exact smell, but you guess it was some kind of vanilla or cinnamon scented candle that had been lit.
You sat quietly as you waited to be granted your sight back. The bed dipped from behind you, your lover's signature scent hitting your nostrils. Fareeha reached for the piece of cloth that covered your eyes, undoing the knot just a bit before abruptly stopping.
"Are you ready, love?" She asked, her breath gently breezing across your neck.
You shivered at the feel but nodded.
Fareeha finally allowed you to see again, untying the blindfold and throwing it across the floor. You adjusted your eyes, taking note of what was around you. It was no surprised that there were lit candles that were safely on the desk. What had surprised you was that the bed was nicely made with extra sheets and extra fluffy pillows. There were also rose petals scattered about the room and on the bed as well. There was also a bottle of champagne on the night stand, along with two glasses, and a full bowl of fresh fruit next to it.
You looked over at your girlfriend, who surprised you yet again with a few gifts in her hand. A small bear and a small bouquet of roses occupied her hands, and you couldn't help but to chuckle at the situation you found yourself in. You accepted her gifts, and briefly kissed her to thank her, but also making a comment about how cheesy she was.
"I just wanted to woo you like how I did on our first date." She shrugged. "This is a big step we're taking, and I know how anxious you can get when it comes to stuff like this, so I wanted to show you how much I care for you and how important this is for me." She trailed off, blushing. "I'm also glad you trust me enough to let this happen between us, you know?"
You studied her words for a moment. Her body language was uneasy, and she was a bit fidgety. That, along with her behavior all day, made you realize just how serious the Egyptian woman treated this. She was willing to go out of her way to do all of this just for a night of intimacy, and it honestly made you fall even more in love with her.
That's when you realized and finally came to terms that Fareeha definitely was nothing like your past lovers. She actually cared for you and was careful not to push you over the edge when it came to trying new things. She was patient, kind, had all the qualities of a perfect significant other, and you couldn't have asked for anyone better. (Yet you still wondered when the hell she had time to decorate the bedroom like this.)
You set the bear and the roses to the side, and wrapped yourself around Fareeha's strong frame, your lips clashing with hers. Your emotions were running wild, and you couldn't think of a single phrase of sentence that would let her know just how much you loved her, so you figured it would be best to show her instead.
You two kissed quite passionately for some time. Fareeha held on tightly to your waist as your hands roamed her body. You never really realized just how toned her entire body was. You've visually admired it before and you've touched her (in a non-sexual way) before, but being this close to her in a sensual way only peaked your sexual attraction to her.
Fareeha gently placed you down on the mattress, a few flower petals falling to the ground in the process. She hovered over you as she explored your body as well. She was careful and slow with her movements, because she didn't want to startle you in anyway. The last thing she wanted was to make you uncomfortable and to trigger you into another anxiety attack like the other night.
She broke your kiss, only to slowly start kissing her way down your jaw and to your neck. A wave of arousal courses through you as she gently bit down on your skin. You felt her smile a bit as you let out a soft moan. She kept nibbling at your skin until she was satisfied with the new mark she had given you, licking it to soothe the tender feeling.
"Did you give me a hickey?" You asked, voice barely above a whisper.
Fareeha nodded. "I think it looks good on you." A smirk. "I can give you more if you'd like?"
You blushed, and averted your gaze from her, but you nodded regardless. You wouldn't admit it out loud, but you secretly loved sporting hickeys. You liked how the love mark was essentially a way of letting the rest of the world know who you were with, and since it was Fareeha giving them to you, you were even more proud to wear them.
Fareeha moved down and focused her attention on your chest. Her warm and soft hands ran under your shirt and just stopped below your breasts as she began to kiss them over said clothing.
"Can I take this off of you?" She asked.
You nodded once more before you assisted her in removing your shirt from your body. Once off, Fareeha asked if you were comfortable enough to take off your bra as well. You hesitated, not entirely confident in your body, but agreed and unstrapped the garment.
Your girlfriend was practically drooling at the sight of your breasts. While it made you a bit uncomfortable watching her stare at them for a moment or so, you relaxed at bit once she started praising you.
"You're so beautiful, (Y/N)." She started, kissing one nipple. "Every single inch of you," a kiss for the other nipple, "is perfect. Even Hathor herself would be jealous."
You covered your face as your blush deepened. "You're so cheesy, Fareeha."
Your girlfriend laughed, and your heart may have raced a it when you heard that angelic sound. "Sorry, I can't help that I'm making love to the most perfect woman on the planet."
You smiled into your hands. God, this woman had a silver tongue like no other. It's no wonder you said yes when she first asked you out on a date.
Suddenly, you felt something warm move along your breast. You moved your hands to see Fareeha eagerly lapping up your right breast as her hand was tending to the left one. You squeaked, easing into the pleasure she was giving you. When her mouth and hand switched sides, you moaned, and felt a rush of heat surge from your toes up to your head.
This was nothing like what you had experienced before. Your exes were either too rough with their movements or things were just not as passionate as what you were experiencing right now. The feeling was overwhelming almost, but this time, it was in a good way.
You sat up, propping yourself up with your elbows. Fareeha was able to pull her attention away form your chest and leaned up to kiss you. Her hands still found their way back to your breasts while you fumbled around with the hem of her shirt. Your girlfriend took that as a sign to strip off her shirt, exposing her abs. You stared at them in awe as she took off her sports bra, exposing her chest.
Fareeha laughed when she caught you gawking at her. "You can touch them, if you'd like." She reached for your hand and slowly eased them up to her chest. Her grip was loose, and she gave you enough time to reject her offer, but when you didn't make a move to pull away from her, she brought your palm up to place on her breast.
You brought up your other hand to meet with her other breast and soon stared caressing them. Fareeha sighed at your touch, which only encouraged you to keep going. You leaned in some more and kissed her shoulder up to her jaw. When she had enough, Fareeha gently pushed you back down and went back to tending to your needs. She wanted this to mainly be about you, so she didn't want you to worry about pleasuring her too much. As you get more comfortable with the idea of sexual intimacy during the span of your relationship, then she'd let you please her, but for now, her focus was getting you off.
Fareeha ordered you to relax as she kissed her way down your stomach. She made eye contact with you when she reached to undo your pants, silently asking if you were ready for this. You took a deep breath, only now realizing what was about to happen, but then granted her permission to strip off the rest of your clothes.
She went slow again, in case you wanted to change your mind. Once again, you didn't exhibit any signs of reluctance, so your girlfriend went ahead and slid off your pants. The same process happened with your panties.
A list of the things that you had said you were comfortable with ran through your lover's mind as she admired your glistening womanhood. Oral was something you loved, especially when your partner sucked on your clit. So, that's what Fareeha decided to start with.
She was gentle at first, licking up your slick as she mapped out your outer walls. You shuddered at the tickling sensation, which caused her to pause, but went back to work when you convinced her that you were alright.
Next, Fareeha focused on your clit, flicking it a bit with her tongue and then ultimately sucking on it. You gasped, your hand automatically reaching for her hair as your fingers threaded their way into her dark locks.
Fareeha moaned as she alternated her actions, licking up and down your core and gently sucking on your clit. The more she did this, the more wet you got, and the more she was able to taste that delicious salty yet sweet substance that slowly oozed out from your pussy.
This brought her to the next thing on your list: penetration.
You were okay with it, but had emphasized something to her that your past lovers weren't able to grasp. While you couldn't get off on it alone, it still felt nice when a maximum of two fingers were inside of you. Anything more made you uncomfortable.
Fareeha decided to test the waters and gently began to stroke your walls, her mouth now only focusing on your clit. One finger poked at your entrance, slowly yet easily slipping inside. You groaned, and your hips bucked when you felt her soft finger glide between your wet walls. Fareeha pumped it in and out from your dripping hole, loving the sounds that were emitting out from your mouth.
Then she decided to try out a second finger, but you tensed when it touched your entrance. Fareeha stopped her motions and looked up at you with concern.
"Sorry," you sheepishly apologized, "just… Be gentle, okay?"
She kissed your core. "Of course." She agreed, slowly licking you again.
Her lone finger began penetrating you once more, but this time, she eased the second one in. You let out a deep breath, but quickly got used to the feeling. When Fareeha didn't hear or take note of any other signs of discomfort, she curled her fingers up to brush against your spot.
Your hips jerked, and your moans became louder as Fareeha kept pumping her fingers inside of you. What had you panting though was the way her tongue sporadically brushed against your clit as she sucked on it. Fareeha was an excellent note taker, to say the least.
Since she didn't want to overstimulate you, she didn't tease you much, which was something you were actually thankful for. Because of that, it didn't take very long for you to come. It wasn't very intense, but your back still arched from off of the bed, and your grip on Fareeha's hair tightened just a bit. Fareeha slipped out her fingers from inside you, but still lapped at your pussy as you rode out your orgasm. Only when your body stopped quivering did she pull away from your now soaked core.
Wiping her mouth, the darker skinned woman propped herself up and over you to see if you were alright. When she was at eye level with you, you coaxed her down to kiss you, to which she obliged. You could still faintly taste yourself on her tongue, but that didn't really bother you, nor did it prevent you from deepening the kiss even further.
"Are you okay?" Fareeha asked when you two pulled apart. She smiled when you nodded. "Good, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." She said as she pulled you in to spoon you. She reached over to grab the thin blanket to cover you two.
"Wait," you spoke up, "don't you want me to do you next?"
Fareeha hummed. "Not tonight. If you'd like, then maybe in the morning, but tonight was more about you." She said, and kissed your temple. "Besides," she reached over to the nearby desk, where the almost forgotten bowl of fruit was, "we can't neglect these anymore than we already have, or else they'll go to waste." She handed you the bowl, and then reached for the bottle of champagne.
You bit the inside of your cheek, your anxiety quickly rushing up on you. Even though you didn't suggest it, you still felt a bit selfish having to be the only one that got off tonight. Plus, you wanted to pleasure your girlfriend and make her feel good in the same way she did to you.
The sound of the bottle of champagne opening and two glasses filling up echoed through your ears as you looked down at the bowl of fruit, trying to figure out what to say. Your eyes quickly widened when you noticed that it was filled with an assortment of your favorites, all chopped up into bite sized pieces into a fruit salad.
It wasn't until you felt a tap on your arm that you looked up again and saw a semi-filled champagne glass being held in front of you. You took it with your free hand, and soon afterwards Fareeha had clunked her glass with yours.
"A toast to us, and a new chapter to our relationship." She said, a hopeful look in her eyes.
You genuinely smiled, but had to hold back yet another comment on how over the top the older woman was. "Hopefully with more to come."
You two sipped at the beverage, and your anxiety vanished again. After a bit of cuddling, staying up to watch a few late-night shows, and of course finishing the bowl of fruit, you two fell asleep in each other's arms.
Once again you were enamored with the small things that Fareeha did for you. What had you honestly done to deserve this woman, you'll never really know, but at least you realized that you didn't have to doubt your relationship with her anymore.
