AsYa TS: More Than A Wish - Part 2 Page 12! - Page 7

Zoya gasped, as she felt him pull her closer to him. A second later, she was flush against him, her head resting on his rock hard chest, they entwined hands resting on his glorious six packs. Zoya felt Asad's breath fanning her forehead, as his lips gently feathered a kiss on it. She shuddered under his touch. Zoya closed her eyes, reveling in proximity they were experiencing.

Asad felt contented. She fit perfectly in his arms, and that made him smile. Her hair smelled of strawberries and lime, a scent that drove him up a wall. He closed his eyes, losing himself in the moment.

Zoya felt tingly, she'd never been in such an intimate position with him. But at the same time, it felt, comfortable. She shifted a little, moulding herself to his body, nuzzling his neck with her nose. Asad gasped, almost inaudibly. He couldn't believe she was here, in his arms, just like he dreamed and imagined countless times in that month of agony. He pushed the thought away. She was here, with him, now. And that's all that mattered.

Zoya giggled, as she heard his heart beat: "thump thump, thump thump." She traced circles around the area on his chest where his heart was, thoroughly enjoying Asad's occasional sharp intakes of breath. Asad pulled her closer to him, if that was even possible, tightening his grip on her waist, and let go of her hand. With his now free hand, he slowly cupped her face and caressed her cheek. Zoya looked up and met his gaze.

They were both instantly lost in each others chocolate eyes, understanding each other, the need for words vanishing. Asad brought his hand from her cheek, to pinch her chin, and tugged at it to raise her face closer to his. Zoya's breathing became erratic, as she noticed how dangerously close their lips were from each others'. Asad smiled, as he felt her heart beat wildly against his chest. He held this position with her, entranced by her eyes, her scent, and her warmth. He could stay like this forever.

Zoya's eyes traced the contours of his face: his chiseled jaw, his deep dimples, a snatch of fallen hair on his forehead, the glimmer in his eyes as he gave her the faintest of smiles, very Jahanpana style. She noticed the small, but visible beauty spot under his left eye, the scar he had on his right eyebrow, making a mental note to ask him how he got it. Zoya moved her hand from his chest, and to his face, physically retracing his features, digesting the reality that only she could admire him that way.

Asad's eyes wandered with Zoya's, as he noticed her gazing at his face intently. His eyes stopped at her lips, causing him to admire their rosy color. He couldn't help but think how her soft, plump lips, would feel against his. He left his thumb wander subconsciously, and found himself caressing her lips with it, earning a small gasp from Zoya.

She froze momentarily, as it dawned on her what Asad was doing. She noticed his eyes locked on to her lips, moving occasionally, only to meet hers. Zoya returned his gaze with one of longing, and noticed the glimmer in his eyes grow another fraction. Before she knew what was happening, she felt his lips capture hers.

Asad moved his hand from her lips, to cup her cheek again. He then moved his hand from her cheek to her neck, back and forth, earning a satisfied moan from Zoya, as his thumb traced circles on her milky skin. He nibbled her upper lip, as she nibbled his lower one, both of them smiling into each others lips. Asad slowly rolled Zoya over, as he gently pinned her between the bed and himself, not breaking their first ever, kiss.

This caused Zoya to smile a little bigger, as her hands began lightly touching his chest, going lower and lower until she reached his, no, her six packs. She giggled again, delighting in the knowledge that no one, no one but her had the right to his abs. Asad automatically sucked in his stomach, as he felt Zoya's dainty fingers caressing them, through his shirt. Her eyes rolled back into their sockets, as she felt Asad leave her lips, and trail kisses on her jaw, down to her neck. She arched her head in the opposite direction, allowing him better access to her exposed skin.

Asad smiled as she moved her head. He feathered kisses all over her neck, slowly making his way back to her jaw, and finally recapturing her lips. He kissed her a little more urgently this time, and groaned as he felt Zoya return the urgency, as she deepened the kiss.

They broke the kiss after a few minutes, their foreheads touching, each of them looking down at the other's lips. Their ragged and heavy breaths mingled with each others, as they stayed in that position for a minute, in an attempt to calm their erratic hearts. Now Zoya truly understood what it was her friends would go on and on about in New York. Kissing was most definitely intoxicatingly fun. She giggled a little, as she realized what had just transpired between them. Asad gave her an amused look.

"Something funny, Ms. Farooqui?," he asked, as he feathered one of her dimples with his lips. Zoya closed her eyes, an electric current coursing through her as his lips made contact with her skin once again.

She looked into his eyes, and laced her fingers through the snatch of hair that had fallen on his forehead, pushing it back. "Mein soch rahi thi, Mr. Khan, ki kya aapne kabhi bhi kisi aur ke saath yeh sab to nahin kiya hoga..." she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "because, you seem to know what you're doing," she finished, a devilish smirk gracing her lips.

Asad smiled in utter amusement at the woman in his arms. She nuzzled her nose with his, in a Eskimo kiss, and he slowly moved his lips to her ear.

"Aap ko kya lag tha hai, Zoya," he whispered hoarsely. Zoya shivered at the feel of his warm breath on her ear, and rolled her eyes backwards, relishing the way the Z in her name rolled off the tip of his tongue. She felt Asad withdraw, suddenly, and began to pout, as she clutched the lapels of his blazer.

Asad couldn't help but laugh heartily at this. She was the whole package. One minute she was a mature, sensual and sensible woman, and the next she was an innocent and endearing little girl, causing havoc where ever she set foot. Asad slowly rolled himself back on to the left side of her bed, and took on of her hands in his, entwining their fingers together. He maintained eye contact with Zoya, and earned a sweet, dimpled smile from her. He smiled back, with one of his rare, half smiles.

He rolled his body back in her direction, and hovered over her, the side of his body being supported by his right elbow.

"Come with me," he ordered softly.

"Hmm?" asked a dazed Zoya.

Asad chuckled and gently shook his head.

"Come with me," he repeated, amused. He loved that his slightest touch had such an effect on her already. It made him happy. It made him anxious, but in a good way. It made him look forward to having a way to get back at her for her silly excuse of shayari, and her constant teasing of him. Asad smiled. Yes, life with his Zoya would be many things, but dull was not one of them. And that made him happier than he ever knew he could be.

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