Ch.6
Pleasures of Life
The ride to Jerusalem was long. In the beginning Altair had to make a few stops because Layla would fall at times because of her wounded leg. Going in a low pace, sometimes you would walk by your self through guards, while Altair would sneak behind them. You can't risk being caught together or fleeing would be difficult for the both of you and Layla. The poor thing had it rough. Until when you were in a wail getting water for her, you spotted an old man being pushed around by two guards. You turned around to see if Altair was around but he was no where to be found. Where did he go? Usually he'd be near you keeping you safe.
When the guards pushed the older man on the floor he screamed in pain. Looking for a near by rock, you got it and threw it with a skilled throw hitting the soldier on the head. The hit gave out a loud cracking sound, fallowed by the guard crouching and screaming in pain. Holding his head he turned to look for the one responsible and found you. Anger and furry in his eyes he ordered the other soldier to attack you. Running after you, you gave out a curse and ran. Running as fast as your wounded leg could take you around a house you hid in between boxes and a high hay stack. Where is Altair when you most need him?
Locking something to defend your self with your hands touched on a rusty shovel. That will work. Waiting for the soldier to show up, he came around the corner and walked to the middle looking for you. Clueless the soldier stopped on his path. This is your chance. Walking slowly to him you lifted the shovel when a white sack fell on him. Altair. You have to get use to Altair jumping in front of you.
"ASSASSIN!" The bleeding soldier screamed and ran to attack Altair. Altair got in defense position when you ran behind the soldier and hit his head unconscious. Falling to the floor Altair looked surprised, but then gave you an approving smile.
"There is no day without you getting in trouble is there?" He smirked.
"How did you see I was in trouble when I didn't see you near me?"
"I will always be watching you." His husky seductive voice send a shiver up your spine. Dropping the shovel you recognized the need on your body. Fixing the veil you found on the way hear, you tried to distract yourself.
"Come we have to see if the man they pushed is ok." With the dirty dress you got from the grown to look like a normal civilian, you walked to the older man. He was struggling to stand up and you ran up to help.
"Thank you so much. They wanted money that I don't have. May Allah bless you for saving me. How can I repay you for helping me?" He asked as you helped him sit on a near by bench.
"No need. We're on our way to Jerusalem." You said smiling.
"With a wounded horse? You won't get there in maybe less than 12 hours. I have a little store in there. I can get you through the gate guards. I see the assassin behind you is your friend and I've seen him fight with the gate guards at time. He can hide in my cargo as we go trough." He smiled.
"And she will ride next to you." Altair's cold fact made you turn to him. You didn't feel him when he walked next to you. The old man nodded.
In between Layla and the cargo Altair sat. Altair's horse and an old horse the old man owned pulled the carriage. It was still dark maybe almost sun rise, the moon shined up high. Observing the stars you held on tight as the bumpy road moved the carriage side to side, and sometimes jumped.
Coming over a high hill, there it was. The blessed city of Jerusalem. Home of many believers and different cultures. The very land your father is fighting to keep safe and free.
The city was lit by many torches. Over 10 guards stood by the gate. A man with a carriage full of hay stack passed before you through the gate. The guards checked every inch of the cart. Stabbing the hay stack, the guards let the man in. Altair! Turning back you wanted to warn Altair, but he was now where to be found. Maybe he hid well. Hopefully. You just hoped the guards wont deeply stab the hay.
Getting to the entrance, the guards asked where he was heading and the man answered. When they began to stab the small stack of hay your heart began to pound in fear. "Clear. You can pass." When the carriage began to move all you wanted to do is check if Altair is fine.
When it stopped, you jumped off and began to search through the hay. "Altair? Altair?"
"Yes?" Surprised, you turned around. Where did he hide? How did he? . . .
"You . . . but . . . I thought . . . I thought." Speechless in a way you were relieved he found a way around, or over the palace, and not get stabbed by the guards. Then again, he did say he had a friend here, so he knows Jerusalem like the back of his hand. "Never mind. Forget it. So where now?"
"West." He said and began to walk. Thanking the man behind you, you fallowed Altair.
"So where are we going? Wha-" Altair began to crawl a wall and in no time he was out of sight. With all your might you began to crawl but just when you were about to step on the wall, a body came down. A guard. Fallowed by Altair. Standing by the body Altair looked at you.
"He saw me." Oh. With an approving surprised nod you accepted his sudden act. "Come, the way is clear now." He stood there examining your leg, or so you thought. "Can you walk?" His concern voice surprised you.
"Yes, I can. Lead the way and I will fallow you." As if doubting your words, he stood there for a couple of more seconds before he turned on his heal and lead the way. Every step you took your leg cried in pain. You felt the tears of blood staining the cloth Altair warped around it more and more.
Layla! Looking back, she was gone! "The man will aid her. He knows more about horses than my friend. You could see her tomorrow." Looking back at him you walked faster, this man has long legs, or he just walks really fast. Trying to keep up with his passé he stopped near a wall. Walking up the wall you did the same. He fell in an open ceiling entrance. Walking to the edge of it, you saw Altair looking up at you.
"Jump." He ordered as he opened his arms. Is he intending to catch you?
Looking down, there was a water fountain, you can get down. Hanging from the edge you seeked your way down with your feet. Your leg hurt like no other time, making it difficult to reach the bottom. When the corner of something hit your wound, a wave of pain ran up and your hands let go. Falling back you were prepared to hit anything hard accept strong arms. Altair's arms.
"I told you to jump." His strong serious voice said he didn't like you disobeying his orders. Gulping your fear, you thanked him. Without any other word, he carried you to the entrance of the room.
"Altair?" A voice of a man was heard. The room was dark. "What are you- Who is this?"
"She is wounded. Her leg needs attention." Replied Altair with a strong tone as he brought you onto a table. Dropping everything around you to make space, the man curse but went in to grab whatever was necessary. Altair lit two candles and placed them near you. As well as a long cloth to cover your legs, why? The man came in and placed his equipment on the table. Wait, his left arm is missing. In battle? In an accident?
"Wait. You said she? A woman?" The man looked at you with surprise and worry. His eyes, showed much pain, and sadness, but also love and tenderness so sweet.
"Is there a problem?" Altair asked, but the man just stared at you. When you smiled shyly, and still nothing. "Malik!" Altair hit the back of his head to wake him from his day dream.
"Sorry, Is just that, I've never attended a woman before. Only men."
"She's human Malik. Her sex difference changes nothing. Now get on with it!"
"Right!" With a trembling hand, Malik lifted your dress, but Altair slapped his hand off and did it for him. Lifting high enough to your thigh only to show the wound. It looked only like a scratch, but it was long and felt pretty deep. Who knows with what you got hurt? When the man named Malik, cleaned your wound you bit back a small cry.
"Good thing you came here, any time more and would have gotten infected." Malik looked up and smiled at you. Smiling back he resumed his work. After a while Altair wrapped your leg and placed you on a soft mattress. Your eyes gave in to your tired body.
Food
Waking up to the sound of metal and liquid, you took a deep breath and turned around taking in your surroundings. Still fresh from last night's memories, you weren't surprised to not wake up in your room. Stretching you were thankful that your leg was in no more pain, just a bit swore. Making your way to the main room you saw Malik focused on the table. With a paint brush on his right hand you walked closer to see that he was making a map . . . of Jerusalem!
"Impressive." You whispered not wishing to surprise him.
"Thank you." He said not losing his concentration off the stroke he worked on. Done with it, he pulled back and smiled. "Good morning. How are you feeling?"
"Fine, thanks to you. I feel as good as new." You smiled. But you knew that was half true. You did feel fine, but inside you were worried for your brothers.
"Altair told me everything," for some reason the word, 'everyhting' got you off guard. What 'everything' did Altar tell this man? "-It is an honor to be in your presence my lady. Daughter of the great Salah ad-Din. I'm terribly sorry of what happen. When Altair is done with his mission here in Jerusalem, he will take you to your father."
"Wait! When he is done with his mission? I can't stay here, I have to let my father know I'm well-"
"Done. Altair sent a letter to him. Saying you are well." Speechless, you didn't know what to respond to it.
"Good, I guess . . . For how long did I sleep?" The birds chirping gave away that it just might be mid-day.
"It is mid day. You slept what your body needed to re gain strength." He smiled. "I believe you might be hungry too." You nodded and smiled shyly. "My cooking skills aren't great, but they provide the vitamins for the day." Pointing to the table at a corner, you walked and smiled at the small and humble meal. Bread, cheese corn and tea.
Sitting and filling in your stomach with the food, you began to talk, "So what is Altair doing? What's his mission?" Malik smiled and gave you a look that you really thought he would give you that information. Turning back, "Oh, sorry. I should just keep quiet." You continued keeping your mouth busy with food.
The day passed by slowly, as you helped Malik with some things. He never asked for help, but you gave him the extra hand he needed. Taking a walk in Jerusalem, Malik bought the food for dinner. Along the city, he told you he once was an assassin in action, until one day, he didn't want to go in quiet detail, you didn't know why but you respected that. Now he helps Altair and others with missions. He knew how to charm you. His choice of words, said he spend a lot of time reading, and reading nothing but the best.
Going back in the Assassin's bureau, Altair had returned from his mission. His strong powerful body stood up from the chair as he saw you enter. Placing the food on a near table you began to take out the stuff as Malik approached Altair. Trying so hard to listen to their conversations, you were only able to hear a name. Robert de-something. Annoyed, for not being able to hear anything you decided to interrupt them.
"Altair, just how long will your mission take? I would really like to be with my family." Trying to sound as nice as possible and sad, you hoped Altair would put aside his mission and take you to your family. But then what? Will you ever see him again?
No you won't. The only thing that kept him with you was him making sure you wouldn't kill, and he won't be doing so since your engaged and that meant having a husband to attend to.
You regret it bringing the topic. For unexplainable reasons, you didn't want to go back any more. You didn't want to imagine a day without seeing him. Wishing to take back your words you bit your lip.
"That can't be possible. Don't mistake, I will take you to your family, but first I have responsibilities here." His strong voice send a shiver up your sine to your neck. You felt his macho breath take over you. He stood firm and ready for anything, as if you would be angry with his response, but really you accepted them. He continued, "I should be done in about a day or so." Nodding after his words in understanding you walked back resuming taking out the food. You didn't want to leave, just yet.
Laughter
Sitting in the open entrance, the waterfall fell gently to the pond. The sky was dark and the stars shined beautifully. The fresh breeze of the night caressed your check. Some of your curls hugged your cheeks as you chewed on bread. The cushions beneath you felt splendid. The food on the small round table was delicious. Yogurt, cheese, bread, meat, fruit, tea and wine. Malik sat across from you as he smoked his hookah. Altair sat next to you leaning back against the wall and some cushions. Popping a grape on his mouth his muscles looked relaxed. A quick glance, you longed to taste that mouth.
Malik drank almost two of the three jars of wine he had. Humming a tune Malik fallowed the sound of the rhythm from the outside music. The music was beautiful, a familiar tune that you couldn't figure out. Then, Malik began to sing it,
"Please Malik, do us a favor and don't sing. I will have a head ache if you continue." Altair joked, and teased Malik.
"I may not have the talent to sing well, but I don't sound as terrible as you my friend. You on the other hand, when you sing you sound like a camel farting."
Bursting out laughing you immediately covered your mouth and looked at Altair. The fact that Altair couldn't sing didn't make you laugh. But just that Malik compared his singing skills to a camel farting, was priceless. Altair's hood was off, and you noticed he was annoyed by Maliks comment. Malik had a smiled from ear to ear and laughed in whisper, as Altair smiled and laughed with his friend. The laughter from these two was music to your ears. The joy these two shared warmed your heart. It was like seeing two brothers, not tied by blood, but by a long lasting friendship.
Malik took a sip of wine, "The one who did knew how to sing was my brother, Kadar." The name made Altair lower his face and look at a side. "He . . . he was blessed with my mother's talent. You would have like to hear him sing, my lady. His voice was sweeter than a pleasant dream." He took a sip of his cup. "but, he is no longer with us." He is dead! "I miss you brother," He began talking to the heavens. "I miss you so much," he cried and tears began to fall. Clearly the man was drunk. A mixture of pain and bitter sweet wine. Altair took a bit off the bread and closed his eyes. Malik hid his eyes and emotions with his hand but sobs were still heard. He lost a brother. And clearly if it was a year ago or so, the wound inside his heart was still fresh.
Feeling bad for the poor man, you stood up and said, "Malik, if means anything, I would like to thank you for aiding my leg. You saved my leg from getting infected and I would like to thank you for that." You waited till Malik looked at you and you took off the veil that covered your hair. Slowly with the rhythm of the drums you began to sway your hips.
(The song is called Como uma nuvem by Marcus Viana. You won't find it in just Google it. It is a song worth hearing!)
Although the music was a mere whisper you began to sing along as you danced. You let yourself be guided by the smooth rhythm and the sensual moves you learned by watching the dances in your birthday parties. Covering your face and only revealing your eyes, you bewitched Malik. Turning to your side you bend back and caressed the man's tearful face. After a while, you took the veil and let it fall and caress Malik. Pulling back, you swayed your hands like snakes over your face and they slowly swayed over your body. Tracing every curve.
You called on Malik with your hands. Surprised that he was able to stand up the man walked up to you. Putting the veil between you and him, you slowly turned around 360 and when saw his again Maliks swollen eyes, pink nose and red mouth got close to you. Realizing he wanted to kiss you, you pulled back and the man fell face down on the floor. Moaning in pain, Altair turned him around and he was asleep.
Feeling bad for the poor man you squad next to him. Caressing his tears away, "You should take him to bed Altair. He needs rest." Altair nodded and carried the man over his shoulders. When he disappeared around the corner, you began to clear the table.
You know what's next (smirk)
Placing the hookah near a corner, you brought the small table and placed it next to the hookah. Tomorrow, Malik will feel the pain on his face. Smiling to yourself, you fixed the food and plates. Tomorrow you will wash them. In the palace, although everything was done for you, you knew how things were done. As you walked back to gather the pillows you wondered if your brothers are well. If they are safe in your father's arms and if they arrived without any harm and difficulty. Praying for everything to be well with them you close your eyes and took a deep breath.
"You never danced for me." You turned around and Altair stood leaning against the wall. How long has he been standing there? "I've saved your life many times, and I get nothing. Yet Malik only cleaned your wound and you dance for him. I don't think that's fair." He walked up to you and his tall powerful body towered your small frame. His deep sensual voice raised the rhythm of your heart and your breath.
"Then I shall dance for you," You said pulling the veil, and you pressed your hand on his chest to push him down to get comfortable and enjoy the dance. But he held your hand and brought it up to his lips. As he kissed every tip, you stared at his lips with longing and gratefulness. You needed him and he needs you.
Your thumb caressed his bottom lip and his scar. His deep breathing was the effect your touch had on him. Biting your bottom lip you leaned close in need of his kiss. He leaned close too.
"I want you dance with me." His husky voice caressed your cheeks as he got closer. His hand caressed the side of your neck and you gasped in air.
"You . . . you dance?" You said as you let yourself be taken by his gentle caress.
"I do, and you will like how I lead." Pushing you against the wall, the hunger in his eyes was clear to you. The cold wall was soon warmed by your body.
"Altair." You whispered his name and he smirked. The full moon shined down on you as the hot air of Jerusalem caressed your hair. You reached up to caress your favorite spot, his lips. Tracing the curvature of his lips he kissed the tip of your finger again. He took hold of your neck and brought his hungry mouth and kissed your sensitive spot. Holding on to his robes you bit back a moan. No, not here, Malik may hear you.
"Altair. . . ahh. . . Malik, Malik will hear us."
"He won't, he is drunk out of his head, plus I closed the door. He won't hear a thing. So you can scream all you want, because that's my goal at this moment. To have my name all over your mouth." Taking possession over your mouth he brought your hands to your sides and pinned them against the wall. Caressing the palm of your hand a moan escaped your mouth. His tong played with your mouth as you tasted him as well. Something in you told you this will be the last night you will share together. Biting back a tear, you will take advantage of this moment and you will have your name all over his mouth as well. Mirroring his hunger, you bit his lip and he moaned. A smile on your lips, you moved to taste his neck, but he pulled back.
"No, you will go by my rhythm." Fine, you breathe out, but whatever he does, you will torture him ten times more. With a satisfying smile he leaned and kissed you. "Don't feel bad. There is no need to rush Azeneth because tonight, will be the only thing in your head for the rest of your life." The hunger in his eyes, sent fear and excitement in your body. Taking possession over your mouth once more, he moved down your neck. Moaning your heart out, he gently began to bite your earlobe. When he kissed behind your ear, a wave of sweet pleasure went down to your core. Your core begged for him to enter, you wanted him now, and you let out a small cry of need. Satisfaction filled him and he let go of your hands and they began to undress you.
Lifting the layers of robes, in seconds you were naked to his hungry eyes. Two days ago, you would have shielded yourself from him, but not today. Satisfaction grew in you as you saw him smile and his erection was visible through his robes. You bit on your lower lip and you let go of all fear. You let go of everything and surrendered to him.
Caressing yourself, his eyes have never seen something so exotic. Closing your eyes and letting out a moan, your hands moved to your breasts. WOW! That feels so good. Opening your eyes, he removed his robes. Something about him watching you as you caressed yourself, felt so wrong but so good. The need only grew on you, and he only stood there, watching, enjoying you pleasing yourself. You wanted more, you needed more and since he won't give it to you, yet, maybe you can give release to yourself. Reaching down south, Altair pulled up your hand.
"Not yet." He turned you around and pressed you against the wall. When the cold walls touched your nipples you let out a moan. He placed your hair over your right shoulder and kissed your back. The gently touch of his lips felt so good and sweet. He pressed himself on you parting your legs and reaching around for your breasts. Massaging both made you pull back your head and moan a little louder. When his erection pressed against your back, you wanted him in you, now! His feathery touch warmed up your body more and more. Moaning his name, you felt him smile against your skin.
But there was something that you didn't like about this position. You felt vulnerable, powerless to hold on something for what is yet to come. Before, you were able to hold on him, but now, on what? When his hands pinched and played with your sensitive nipples you bit your lip for a moan. Your breathing began to get heavy as you felt his breath in you left ear. Facing your left, you wanted to kiss him. You wanted to feel that wonderful scar. Letting out a small cry of pleasure, Altair kissed your cheek. No you want him to kiss your lips. Holding on to the wall you moved your body against him to feel his erection. This movement, caused him to moan and growl. Rubbing against him felt so good, and you felt wet in between your folds.
When his hand moved down to caress your sacred bud, you let out a louder moan and a cry. His skillful fingers made you beg for more and Allah! Sweet release.
"You liked that?" You nodded biting your lip and moaned. His sensual whisper sent a shiver down your spine, increasing the pleasure. Then two of his fingers entered you as his thumb caressed your clit. Oh Allah! "You're so wet habibi, but I don't want you wet, I want you soaked." His left hand brought your face and he took possession over your mouth. His fingers moved faster and you bit his lip. You called on his name as he pressed on to you and moved his fingers faster. Holding on to his hand and the wall the intense orgasm traveled all over your body and you let the heavens know who was the one responsible.
Catching your breath, you sagged against the wall and fell on your knees. Today, will be sealed in your head. When you turned to hold on to the edge of the fountain, Altair held you in place. His hands caressed your back and he pulled your torso to press against his body. He too was on his knees. Smiling, you liked how he touched your stomach and chest. You liked how he kissed your back and neck. Turning your head to kiss him you tasted his scar.
"You should place your hands on the edge for support." He whispered and guided your hands to that place. On four, his hands moved from your shoulders to your waist. The splash of the waterfall tickled your fingers, as he parted your legs. Soon you felt the tip of him knocking on your door. He hissed as he moved it up and down.
"Altair, please. I need you." You said moving your hips.
"Then you shall have me." He pressed against you and entered you fully. Feeling the air leaving your lungs you gasped.
His passé was slow, but so good. He parted your legs more and you felt him deeper and deeper. Although you had him before, you still aren't use to his size. He felt so good and huge. He felt thicker than ever and you felt as if he was going to split you in half. Pressing back to meet his thrust, the sweet pleasure made you forget everything. Your worries, your fears, your future, your past. This moment with this man was all you wanted to know. The rest can go away. When he pressed his chest on your back, you felt his mouth on your neck. Moaning, he pushed harder.
His hands ran up your body increasing the pleasure. When one hand began to play with you nipple the other moved in to play with your clit. Allah! Moaning his name in surprise he thrusted harder and harder. Nothing, no one will ever make you feel, how this man makes you feel. Pleasure, sweet intoxicating pleasure. As sweat built on you both, you felt his hot breath on your neck. Looking at him, you smiled.
"Kiss me Altair." Immediately the hand that played with your nipples tugged your head and pulled you to a kiss. You pushed your body back and felt him push faster, harder, and stronger. Then in a couple of seconds, the whole world around you froze. In slow motion, a wave of pleasure filled you from head to toe as you screamed his name to the heavens and he released his orgasm as well.
Out of breath. Although Altair's weight crushed your breasts on the cold cement, you like the feel of him on you.
"Now that is a dance." Smiling to yourself, Altair kissed your cheek and brought your mouth to join his. The sensual kiss was sweet and gentle. You turned your body to kiss him better. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you savored all of him.
He fell on his back bouncing on the cushions and bringing you with him. Resting your chin under your hands on his chest you smiled as you saw him regaining his energy. His heart beat ran fast. Smiling to yourself there was something about this moment that you liked, but you couldn't quite figure out.
Altair had his eyes closed and his eyelashes rested on his cheeks. The night was silent. Looking down at his chest, you played with his curls. Feeling his length throbbing from the past actions you caressed his legs with yours. Gently sliding them up and down. Biting your lip, you were ready for a second round, and fast. But this time, you will seal your name on his tong, and it will be the only thing he will speak.
Looking up at him he caressed your cheek with his left hand. His eyes shined by the moon above. His smile made your heart fill with joy. Something about him made you want to stay with him for the rest of your life. Something about him made your heart dance with joy when you saw him. Something about him made you think how would your life be without him? Without his touch. Without his protection. Without his mouth to kiss and play with. Without his body to explore. Without him? . . . Without . . . NO! NO! You can't imagine being without him. You can't imagine never seeing him again. No . . . No.
Looking back at him, it hit you. You wish to stay with him for the rest of your life. It can't be, remembering your uncle's words, you close your eyes tight in regret for what you're about to say. . . You fell in love with this man. You fell in love with this man! No you can't, he is an Assassins, by Allah's sake. No you can't be in love with this sinful Assassin. Ridiculous, you can't have fallen in love with this dirty, blood stained Assassin. With this man who's hands can only deliver death and . . . pleasure.
"Azeneth? Are you alright?" Looking at him, it was all clear. The sight of him made your heart beat uncontrollably. The first night you handed you body to him, you also handed your heart. But he doesn't know. Can you trust him with your feelings? If you confess to him will he spit and walk away from you? Or can there be a slight chance that he just might return your feelings? Smiling to him you kissed his hand, and noticed something. His left finger is missing.
"Altair! Your left finger is missing! Did you fight today? Or was it when you fought the Templar's at my palace yesterday?" You held his hand noticing that the wound looked old.
"No." He laughed lowly. "When one becomes an Assassins we get our ring finger cut off, so we may use our hidden blade. It has been a tradition, plus it is rare when one of us marries." He said in a low serious tone.
"What about you? Do you wish to marry one day?" With hope in your heart that he just might give a confession, or a hint of desire to be with you. Because, something told you that the two times you made love with him, isn't enough to prove that he cares for you as you wish. Is not enough to confirm that he loves you.
"My master sais, love makes a man week. Therefore I have no intentions in marrying." He looked at you and smiled. "Why marriage, when a man can enjoy the pleasures of life in the arms of beautiful women." He grabbed your shoulders and lifted you to kiss you. Yup he only wants you for sex. Simple, sinful sex.
Yup, you should have known better than to give yourself to this Assassin. You tried so hard not to cry. Not wanting to show the pain his words caused on you, you returned his kiss. Hugging your heart tight, you were determined to protect your heart, from any more delicate feelings your heart might develop more.
Right now, to prevent yourself from any more damage, you could walk away right now and fall asleep, and escape tomorrow to your father. Cutting the knot that held you and him. Or, just fall asleep right now with your back on him, and give him the cold shoulder till he handed you to your father. Or, act like if nothing happened and wait till he handed you to your father. Or . . . The most tempting one, to make once more sweet love to him, make him beg for you, then escape when possible. But will making love to him make any more damage? Can your heart take it? Couldn't possibly be worst than what already is? The decision has been made, and you've made it this far in your life. You will risk it once more.
"Altair." You whispered seductively. "Now it is my turn." You crawled on his body and began to kiss him. Bringing his hands at his sides. You began to caress slowly from the palm of his hands with your nails all the way to his forearm and his biceps. He growled and moaned lifting his head. With a satisfaction feeling once more you caressed that sensitive area. This time he moaned out loud. When you felt that he tried to take control, you pinned him back down with all your strength. He growled with anger and desire in his eyes. "I told you Altair. It is my turn now. So relax and enjoy."
"Just how do you want me to relax when that last touch made my cock long for you?" He growled and hissed.
"It is my turn to torture you Altair." You said kissing his neck, still fighting against his strength. "Relax Altair." You whispered on his ear and slowly you felt him relax. "Good boy." But aside from torturing him with pleasure you wanted to say good bye to him with every kiss, with every touch, with every moan, with every climax. Tasting every inch of his spiky neck you made sure you left your mark on him to see till they fade away. Kissing his Adams apple you heard him moan. Bringing your hands on his chest to feel his muscles flex beneath your touch. Kissing his collar bone, shoulders, and scars. When your thumbs accidently touched his nipples he hissed in air. Looking up, you saw him smile. He liked it. Bringing your mouth to one nipple, your tong played with one. His hands caressed your head and you played with the other one. When he moaned you continued swimming on the rest of his body. Kissing his ribs and a deep scar on his side and his navel. When his very erect penis was all in your sight, you gently held it and began to give him pleasure. Sliding your hand up and down made Altair growl and moan.
His penis was dark, but the tip, the head, was slightly red. Not stopping the motion of your hand you questioned how would he taste like? Would it be rough against your lips like his scars and neck, or smooth like his ear and nipples? You won't know until you have him in your mouth. Looking up at him, he had his eyes closed and his face was rained with pleasure. Smiling to yourself, you looked back down at it. This time, there was a white drop on the tip. Licking your lips, you bent down to taste him.
"No, don't." Altair stopped you by covering his thick penis.
"Why?" You asked still holding him.
"Most women don't like the taste of it and I know you won't either." He said sitting up and kissed your lips. He looked so good and longing.
"I'm not most woman Altair. You had me in your mouth, now I want you in mine. You gave me pleasure Altair, now I want to give you pleasure." You said continuing the motion of your hand.
"You don't have to return the favor because I gave you pleasure." His mouth might say no, but it was clear to you that his body said yes. And your mouth said yes.
"I'm doing it because I want to Altair. Nothing else. I want you in my mouth." With one last kiss you bent down and took him in your mouth. You heard him sigh and moan slowly and long.
Taking in only the top, it was hard to take him whole. He tasted a bit salty and soft. Sucking the top you licked and bit. But then your teeth touched him, he hissed. Licking the side of him he moaned and gave in. Falling on the pillows. He was bumpy and very wet. Taking him full again his breath began to speed up. No, you won't let him have a release yet. Pulling back he gave a protesting moan.
Crawling on him, you kissed him one more time. You felt him positioning himself to enter you but you removed his hand and gave him the No-not-yet look. Kissing once more you felt him thrust up his hips and you moaned when his cock touched your clit. You wanted him so bad.
Taking hold of him you positioned yourself just above you went down enough to enter the tip. Wow that felt good. Pulling off you entered only the tip again. He moaned and held your hips trying to pull you down. No you won't satisfy him yet. Doing it twice more his face was hot and dispread. Sinking down, the air left your lungs. He was thick and this position felt so good. Maybe better than the last once. No, everything felt better with him. Only with him.
Moving up and down slowly, Altair moaned his air out. But he wasn't all the way in, you wanted him to beg. Beg for you. Very slow you moved and in control. Touching yourself you increased your pleasure. When you felt him thrust up hard, you pushed him back down, and shook your head. He squinted his eyes with anger but soon closed them in pleasure when you moved your hips in slow motion.
It felt so good, no need to rush things. Since this will be the last night you will make love with Altair . . . you will make it unforgettable. Enjoying the slow motion Altair's hands moved up to hold your hips and held you in place as he thrusted hard and fast but you soon stopped him. Holding his hands, you lifted yourself off him and bent down to kiss his cheek.
"Altair . . . don't make me stop." You teased.
"Now I'm the one that needs you Azeneth. I need to be in you. I need to feel the warmth of you. I need you Azeneth. Now." Biting his neck you slid all the way down. Moaning and smiling he held your hips. You did moved a bit fast, but not strong. His hands moved to caress your breasts. His big hands were able to hold them full. You held on to them as they played with your nipples. But was soon surprised when he played with your clit, making you move faster. Resting your hands behind on his legs you couldn't handle your control and increased your speed. Moving fast and deep, Altair met you thrusting up as well.
You heard him grunt and moan like never before. At times you thought of hearing him call your name. Maybe it was just wistful thinking. Maybe, just maybe.
In this position, he hit a new spot that felt so good and incredible. Looking down at him he was at the edge of falling and so were you. He looked so beautiful and his whole body was more toned and the veins on his neck were visible with hot blood. When he increased the speed you felt like if you were able to fly as the orgasm conquered your body and all you were able to hear was Altair scream out your name. That brought you more pleasure than ever. Filling the longest intense wave that covered all over your body you felt him held you tight as his seed explode in you.
Falling on his chest happier than ever, it was soon replaced with sadness. Gathering the air you lost, you smiled. He said your name when he came. Falling to his side you cuddled up to his neck. For the last time feel his warmth, for the last time smell his scent, but most of all you lifted yourself and kissed him for the last time. Good bye my love.
