(16+) AsYa SS: Summer love Chap 9 pg. 85 - Page 40

Originally posted by: adeeti10

Lol! You know I sometimes grin like an idiot when I write these chapters - my gutter mind at work. And my husband's like... What's your dirty mind thinking now?!

Hon, this is an Indian writer giving you this vision of Asad! But I know what you mean... Indian telly writers are going to take a while to catch up.

Hehe... You read Zoya right! And don't worry, you won't have to wait too long!

Originally posted by: abhiyakreya

woaahhh...!

i just saw chapter - 6 now.!

Btw it was just awesome. I love ur writing style

n AsYa over here are too *ahem*

Write more re. 😳

Originally posted by: Laila2009

Adeeti, have you ever thought of writing for television on a professional level or even publishing a short story or a novel. You are really talented and without a doubt one of the top fan fiction writers on this forum.

By the way, I hope Asad and Zoya don't do it for the first time in the front seat of the car because it just seems super uncomfortable. Plus I wish she had got to wear something different in the evening as she has had that romper suit on all day. 😉

Chap 7: A riot of the senses

"As... uh..." She moaned, struggling not to let the sensations overpower her. Asad upped the pressure and pace; she clutched his shirt for support, and threw her head back. Her hips moved in rhythm to rapid tattoo of his fingers.

The exposed column of her throat was a distraction but one that he would use to his advantage. Leaning in, he placed butterfly kisses... the pulse at her throat was quickening.

"Yeah Zoee? You like that?" he purred, confident in his ability to set her senses on fire.

"Please... As.." Zoya gasped. "I want you now."

Asad stopped instantly. This wasn't what he'd intended. Their first time had to be more memorable than the backseat of his car.

"Not here Zoe," he pulled her in for a passionate kiss, one that left no doubt of his intentions. "We're going back to the villa."

Zoya was shocked at the intensity of her response. She was moist between her legs, her heart and her breathing were out of control. Asad looked so calm in comparison. How could he?

As if sensing her unease, he placed Zoya's hand on his chest. His heart thudded against it, at a furious pace. Her eyes widened as he moved it down to touch his arousal. "Zo feel what you do to me."

She blushed and nodded, and moved off him. Asad revved the engine once Zoya was belted up and dropped her off at the villa before parking the car.

Zoya headed to her room to change out of her outfit. All she thought of was the magic Asad's hands on her. She stepped under the shower spray and let the water stream down her sensitive skin. If she hadn't known Asad's plans, she might have turned the knob to 'Cold'.

Wrapped in a towel, she walked into the room and rummaged through her clothes. She wanted to look sexy for him and cotton pajamas didn't cut it! Then she came across something that has her grinning from ear-to-ear. "Asad, your turn to go out of control," she muttered as she pulled it out of the bag.

***

Asad was back in his room and had showered. He was tense... Ammi and Najma would be back any minute. It was best Zoya and he waited till they slept. Pulling on a pair of shorts and a tee, he headed to Zoya's room. She answered at the first knock, she'd showered, and was dressed in a sleeveless vest-style top... her shorts caught his attention - an Angry Birds print.

He smiled. "Ah! I like!"

She grinned. "Are Najma and Phuphi back?"

"Yup, I think they just got back. Let's go wish them good night, tuck them in so I can come back and tuck you in."

Najma and Dilshad seemed tired after their walk. They chatted briefly about the next day's plans and then called it a night.

As Asad headed to his room, he whispered, "See you in twenty."

Zoya nodded and rushed back. She tied her hair back in a knot and set out to make her room presentable. With her clothes packed away in the wardrobe and her essentials arranged neatly in the bathroom, she went out into the balcony to calm her nerves.

***

Asad knocked twice but there was no response. "Zoya?" he whispered. Perhaps she'd fallen asleep. He turned the knob, she hadn't locked the door. Then he saw her.

She looked so young and innocent in those cute shorts. Some wisps of hair had loosened from the knot and kissed her face and shoulders in the sea breeze. Shutting the door softly, he stepped behind her and clamped her waist and mouth, simultaneously whispering in her ear, "Ssh... don't be scared, it's me."

Zoya's senses were on super alert. How could anyone be scared and excited at the same time?!

She nodded in understanding and squirmed against him, indicating that he let go. But Asad's gently but firm hold on her stayed. He laved the sensitive skin on her neck with his tongue and nibbled at her ear before speaking in a soothing tone, "Zo... jaan... easy. Can I ask you something? And please be honest, okay?"

Zoya nodded. He turned around and placed his hands on her hips. She was caught between the railing and his body.

"This is your first time, right?"

Unsure of where this was headed, Zoya frowned but nodded in agreement.

"Have you ever thought about how you'd like it to be?" Asad probed. "Dreams? Fantasies?"

Zoya sucked in a deep breath, as realization dawned on her. The wild look in Asad's eyes was unmistakable. She blushed and nodded sideways.

He smiled at her wickedly and asked, "Shy, love? Want to write me a note? Or maybe the three things you'd like?" as he pulled out the standard stationery from the back pocket of his shorts.

"Go on Zoe... tell me your deepest, darkest desires. I'm going nowhere and we have all night. I'll wait here." Asad settled into a chair in the balcony.

Her eyes widened as she realized he was serious about this. She was thrilled and nervous all at once. She dithered but eventually her desire for him won. She didn't have all night... she wanted him, all night long!

She tore a sheet and made three chits, and scribbled something on each. Then she passed it back to Asad. "Three fantasies I've had make one come true." And then she walked in to the room and settled down on the bed, nervously.

Asad read the notes and tightened as images of him satisfying her desires flashed in his mind. God! She was wicked.. he was truly lucky to have her in his life! He put the notes away in his pocket and walked towards Zoya.

She raised her eyebrows in anticipation. He grinned. "Be right back." She was puzzled.

***

It was nearly fifteen minutes since Asad had gone. Had he been shocked out of his wits? Maybe he thought she was some maniac!

She yawned and pulled the quilt around her and switched on the television. Suddenly the lights in her room went off. She looked out - it was just her room. The lighting in the resort wasn't affected. She stepped into the balcony to confirm.

Just then, a hand clamped her mouth. By the scent, it was clearly Asad. Her breath quickened. She smiled.

"Don't scream Zoe. I'm following orders, as you will, now," Asad whispered. "Close your eyes."

She did as asked. The next sensation was of a silk bandana being wrapped around her eyes, firmly. She hissed in excitement.

Asad had his answer. Without waiting for a response, he lifted her in his arms and placed her gently on the bed.

The sound of a match being lit, the aroma of a scented candle perhaps?

Her senses of hearing, smell and touch were heightened, as if to compensate for the lack of sight. She felt something cold trickle down her chest and then Asad's warm tongue trailing over her skin, igniting her. Zoya clutched his head through his hair.

"Hmm... Sweet..." he said. "Want some ice cream Zo?"

She nodded. Within seconds, a spoon hovered near her lips and she tasted the ice cream they'd shared not long ago. She tried to lick more off the spoon but Asad's lips ambushed hers. The kiss was the most erotic thing she'd experienced, after his licking ice cream off her.

Suddenly she was free of him.

"Asad?" she called out.

Then she felt his hands sliding down her shorts, a sharp intake of breath. He'd seen the fuchsia thong.

Her tee-shirt didn't last much longer. And then he groaned. "Zoya... you're driving me mad!" His thumbs were over the sheer fuchsia lace of her brassiere drawing circles around her areolas. She fell back against the sheets, quivering at his touch. His tongue drew a straight vertical line till her navel and dipped at the indent of her belly button. She jerked up and moved her hands to his shoulders but he held her wrists captive.

He moved lower, his teeth and tongue pushing the layer of lace away as he explored her sensitive spot. She writhed against his touch, but he used the weight of his torso to hold her in place. Her moans were getting louder, and she was slithery wet.

He undressed quickly, and guided Zoya's hands on his torso. She ran her fingers over the hard planes of his shoulders, chest' his muscled abdomen. He reveled in her touch, mirrored every move. He positioned her on top of him.

Her tongue worked wonders, as if she'd learnt every stroke. It was his turn to groan. He dispensed with her bra and tongued her.

She moved away and trailed her mouth along the hair leading down to his manhood. "Zoe... Aahh! No... hon!" he groaned real loud and deftly pulled her under him.

"I'll lose it, I swear," he whispered. His hands left her for a fleeting moment and she heard the tear of a wrapper. Protection.

She smiled. "I'm going to take it real slow, Zo. I want you to tell me when to stop or go slow." She nodded.

"I want to see you, Asad," she said softly.

He pulled the blindfold away, and as her eyes adjusted to the soft light in the room, she saw Asad staring down her at her, poised to take her. He guided her hand down there, to pleasure herself; soon his fingers joined hers. She gasped. He paused, and before she realized what he was doing, he licked her fingers and then his, one at a time. The sensuousness of the act blew her mind.

He hovered near her wet folds, easing in slowly letting her accommodate him. She froze and clenched as the pain hit her. He soothed her brow, and kissed the sweat on her shoulder, gently thrusting in and out and penetrating further with each move.

It was surreal... their gazes locked, in the dim lighting. His golden skin on hers... him inside her. Tears rolled down her cheeks but she nodded and smiled, asking him to carry on. He kissed them away as he increased the pace till he felt her release. He looked at her closed eyes, the serenity on her face and it gave him the utmost fulfillment. With one last thrust, he closed his eyes and joined her, in what was the most intense lovemaking he'd ever experienced.

Sorry, hope it's not too 'mature' for this forum.

Also, I haven't proofed it. PM if there are any errors! Thanks. Will PM both Revenge Roulette and this update together.