AsYa(KaBhi)FF Chance One In A Million Thread #2 - Page 57

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Chapter 10

Zoya's leg slipped on the wet mud. She lost her balance and fell into the puddle of the wed mud, grass and water. "Ouch! Aah!"... Zoya was not hurt grievously still Asad came running to her. Zoya still lying in the puddle put forth her hand and Asad took it in his. Zoya slightly winced in pain, she placed her other hand on her waist and expressed her pain. Asad bent a little lower and lifted Zoya in his arms. Zoya had an amazing feeling being in Asad's arms. Na jaane kitni baar Tariq ne mujhe aise uthaya hoga, par uthaane ke baad foran patak deta. Kabhi kisi room ke naram bistar par, kabhi living area ke sofe par, car ki back seat par ya kisi shandaar hotel ke bathtub mein... Par Mr. Khan ke do haaton par mujhe ek gazab ka bharosa hai ki wo mujhe kabhi kahin nahi patkenge, kabhi nahi kahin nahi.'

On entering the farm house bedroom Zoya pointed towards the washroom. Asad took her to the washroom. The washroom was very lavish and huge. It was as big as a bedroom of the flat Asad used to live in. Asad stopped on entering the washroom. As if he was asking himself, Now what?' Zoya understood what he was thinking. "Shower ke neeche khada kijiye. Mere kapdo mein keechad laga hai." Asad turned on the shower and made Zoya stand under it with the support of his body. He firmly locked his hands in front of her so that she would not fall. The water from the shower was a little warm than than rain water. The mud and gulmohar leaves were stuck from head to toe on Zoya's body. Asad too had it on his clothes as they transferred from Zoya when he picked her up. The mud and gulmohar leaves began to wash off. Still there was some left in Zoya's hair, in her inner wear, and in the curves of her body. Asad removed the pins from her hair and let them loose. Zoya was leaning against Asad's body. She moved off a bit but Asad brought her back to him so that she would not fall. Zoya again went a little away and pointed towards the knots on the doris of her blouse. "Ye knots khol dijiye na please."

With his right hand Asad moved her hair to the front on the right side. Then his left hand glided from Zoya's stomach to her back. Slowly he moved it upwards towards the knot. His fingers made patterns on her back and she responded to his touch. She looked at him and pleaded to open her knots fast as she was feeling icky form the mud. Asad smiled and nodded. Zoya was waiting for him to pull the dori and undo the knot. Just then she felt a current run down her body. Asad placed his mouth on the upper knot and was undoing it using his lips, teeth and tongue. Zoya fisted her sari as Asad worked on the knot. She felt like a thousand butterflies fluttered in her stomach. She let out soft moan which were easily heard even as the water from the shower fell making noise. Finally Asad undid the upper knot. His lips grazed along her spine and reached the lower knot of the blouse. Asad undid this one too using only his lips, teeth and tongue. His lips and nose did not loose contact with her skin when he came up and whispered in her ears, "Ab theek hai?"

Zoya managed to answer letting out a soft moan. Asad then undid the pin on her pallu as mud was stuck in the pleats of it. He freed the pleats of the pallu and was rubbing his hand on her left hand which the sari material covered. He washed off the mud from there making the pallu fall off her body. His other hand took care of the mud stuck in the curve of the waist on the right side. Zoya felt wobbly like her knees had turned to jelly. She raised her hands and hooked them behind Asad's neck.His lips grazed the column of her neck and she bit her lower lip. Asad held her with one arm encircling her waist and the other he dipped inside her underskirt to remove the pleasts but then changing his mind he one by one slowly making Zoya want him to speed up removed the pleats of her sari. The sari fell around her. Zoya now stood there in her partly open blouse exposing her smooth back to Asad and her satin underskirt. Asad turned Zoya to face him and when she did he shifted her hair to the back.

Asad looked at Zoya and from one look he understood that she was possessed with passion. Zoya was looking at Asad's body which was clearly seen from the now transparent white linen shirt. She placed her hands flat on his chest and wanted nothing more than to rip the shirt to rags and devour his sculpted chest. She was playing with the first button of his shirt and caressed the skin there. Asad wanted her to focus on the question he was about to ask. They were going to make love for the first time. He hooked a finger under her chin and asked her in a goofy way, "Kya hum pyar kar sakte hain? Kya aap mujhe aaj abhi yahin pyar karengi?" If anyone else would have asked Zoya in those words in this way she would have burst out laughing, but looked as if he meant it. He wanted her to love him. He wanted her love, he needed it. She nodded yes, but with the trepidation as this man was going to enter her for the very first time. She rested her head on Asad's chest and heard his heart thud wildly aginst his chest. Zoya wondered, Kya Mr. Khan ne Saira ke saath aisa feel kiya hoga? Kya unka dil uske liye itni zor se dhadka hoga? Kya uss se bhi aise kabhi poocha hoga? Kya uske saath kabhi aise ek saath in halaaton ko mehsoos kiya hoga?' Zoya did not know that all of this was new to Asad. He had never opened up like this to anyone. She had given him the freedom to pull away from his painful childhood and live freely. Asad hugged her passionately squeezing her tightly but then loosed his grip. Zoya looked up at him with love and lust in her eyes but saw worry in his which she did not understand.

Zoya was feeling very different about herself and them owing to the closeness to Asad, under the water. She had never had this experience because with Tariq, he would have just lifted her, wrapped her legs around his waist and begun pumping inside her right under the shower in the washroom. Her body was crying out to be loved, to be acknowledged, she felt a stirring inside her when Asad's brown eyes bore into hers. Asad felt a tug deep not only in his loins but also deep in his heart. A door had creaked open within him, a candlelight flickering in the shadows that had gathered there, layered thick and heavy, as he had never opened that part of him to anyone in the world. Zoya saw him lost in thoughts. She placed her palm on his cheeks and asked, "Kya hua?" Asad did not say anything. He picked her up and took her to the bedroom. He carefully placed her on the bed and sat across her. "Hum aisa kar sakte hain na? Agar hum pyar karenge toh aapko dard toh nahi hoga na?" "Aapko pyar karke, aapse pyar paakar mera har dard door ho jaayega. Aap chahkar bhi mujhe kabhi dard nahi de sakte." Zoya moved forward and kissed him on the forehead. Her fingers were in his hair and she kissed him on his forehead, eyes, and cheeks. She pulled him in towards her body. Her soft breasts were now pressed to his hard chest. Asad could feel that her nipples had hardened already. His hands were pressed to Zoya's side on the soft mattress. Without breaking the eye contact his hands glided on her body. His left hand was on her waist sqeezing it gently and his right hand cupped behind her neck.

Zoya was already feeling mosit and sticky between her legs. She was aching to be touched by this beautiful man in front of her. Her heart was racing, wondering if he'd been sent by some kind of divine intervention to see to her every need and take care of her. She was nearly whimpering with lust. She wanted nothing more than Asad to claim her then and there. "Mujhe kiss kijiye na Asad." He granted her request with pleasure. His lips met hers with tender pressure. With his tongue he examined the seams of her lips lightly, and when they were parted he pressed it deep into the sweet hollow of her mouth. Her arms looped behind his neck and she pulled him towards her. He surrendered to an urge he had suppressed for hours. He made her fall back on the mattress without letting go of her succulent lips. With his palm he gently massaged her stomach and Zoya felt his lips curve into a sweet smile.

Asad's hand slid up to her breast. The wet silk of the blouse was warm with her body heat. He could feel her perky nipples through the silk. His lips glided slowly down her neck then to her cheek and to the hollow in her throat. Asad looked up at Zoya to know if she was fine and he was not hurting her. Zoya was becoming more and more possessed with passion, she was staring at him while he got off the bed and began to undress. She was thirsting and hungering for him, pleasure, the tantalizing feelings of their bodies touching and the spontaneous eruptions of ******* bursting endlessly. She was experienced but she had never got one thing from Tariq and that was an ******. She had heard that you see the stars when you climax but had never experienced it. She wondered if Asad would give it to her or would he too just satisfy himself and not drive her over the edge. She was becoming wet on seeing Asad's bare chest. Asad sensed it. He lied down next to her warm body and they started kissing. Their mouths played with eachother while he gently undressed her beautiful body not breaking the connection they were engaging in. Zoya had never experienced this. With Tariq she had not experienced foreplay. He would like an animal remove her clothes, throw her on any flat surface and just enter her without notice. He never cared for her needs he just wanted her to fulfill his needs and then be done with her. She took care of his every need pleasing him as it was her first priority to plase Tariq.

Asad did not feel her respond to him. He thought she wanted to take a step back. He looked up at her. "Zoya aap sure hai na? Once we go on this road everything will change. Hum laut nahi sakenge to way the things were between us." "Main sure hoon. I want you to make love to me Asad. Main aapko bahut pyar karna chahti hoon aapka bahut sara pyar paana chahti hoon. Mujhe apna bana lijiye Asad." They could not stop smiling. She sighed as Asad's mouth hotly closed around her nipple sucking, his tongue circling her erect nipple as his hand slipped down south, teasing her sensitive area. Zoya's hands were on his back her nails raking it. Once again his mouth came down hard and demanding on hers, but she was waiting for more. Her lips opened and invited him inside. His tongue burrowed into the sweetness of her mouth. He kissed her long and deeply, his head tilting first to one side then another to taste all of her. His hands closed to her face as his mouth fused intimately with hers. Then he broke it off with a suddenness that made her dizzy. They needed oxygen to replenish the engery they had lost kissing. Zoya loved it when his mouth atteneded to her soft mound. He had caressed it with his tongue and not mercilessly kneaded it like she had experienced before. "Once more", she said softly, arching her back and lifting her breasts towards him.

Asad wanted to but he had been on top of her for quite some time so he rolled over on his back. He was worried about his weight being on her but she did not get it. She leaned forward laying her head on his chest and wrapping her arms aourn his waist. Asad pulled the sheets over them and protectively wrapped his arms aournd her and she snuggled closer to him. She had never had these moments with Tariq when they had s**. Yeah he never made love to her he just f***** her. Zoya knew that every fibre of Asad's body was craving to make love to her but he was giving her time to adjust to the new developments between them. She closed her eyes and a drop of tear fell on Asad's chest. He got up and covered her thinking he hurt her. He swore not to come close to her and tried to get away from her. Zoya saw the guilt on Asad's face. She asked him to sit next to her. "Asad kya baat hai? Main jaanti hoon ki aap mere kareeb aana chahte hain par kuch hai jo aapko aage badhne se rok raha hai. Please tell me. Main aapki biwi hoon na." "Zoya main aapse kuch kehna chahta hoon. I love you and I love every part of you. Main kabhi aapko chot nahi dena chahta par agar main aapke kareeb aaya. What if I hurt... you? Hum kareeb aane se kuch galat toh nahi kar rahe na? We can do this right? Main aapko chot toh nahi doonga na?" He touched his lips to her abdomen knowing that his baby slept securely in the body of the woman he loved. She placed her hands on his head in wonder that life had afforded her such happiness.

Zoya did not get it that Asad was worried about the baby growing inside of her. She was not even thinking about the child in fact she never had thought of it. "Asad aap mujhe koi chot nahi de sakte. Kuch galat nahi hoga agar aap mere kareeb aaye in fact sab sahi hoga..." She never got to finish. He came up to her and sealed her lips with his. Finally he raised his head. "Main aapko itna pyar karoonga jitna kabhi kisine kisise nahi kiya hoga. Main jaanta hoon ki jitna pyar aap mujhe dengi utna maine life mein kabhi nahi paya." She dropped her forehead against his chest. "Aap iss duniya ke sabse acche husband hain. I love you Asad." "Aap iss duniya ki sabse acchi wife hain. I love you too Zoya." She lied down on the bed. With his hands on her breasts, he lowered his head farther and kissed the velvety petals of her womanhood. His tongue bade them open. He withheld nothing, gave everything. "Kuch galat nahi hoga na?" He rose above her and settled his manhood snugly aginst her creamy warmth. "Kuch galat nahi hoga." He possessed her with a fierce passion tempered by love and caring. His taut hips rose and fell rhythmically as he plunged deeply but gently. Ever attuned to her other needs, he recognized these too, he withdrew, stroked lightly the portal then sleekly delved again. She closed to him tightly, milking him with the walls of her body. They gave and responded equally in a tempestuous physical exchange of love. When the tumult came, they shared it, hurtling off the edge of the universe in each other's arms.

It was a short while later, as they dried each other after a shower, that she said, "Ab meri bari." Asad just stared at her trying to comprehend what she said to him. Out of no where Zoya laughed and pushed him on the bed. Asad was taken aback by her actions and Zoya got on top of him. Zoya saw Asad's reactions and she felt that she had done something wrong. Scared she wondered what Asad might think of her. She got off of him and pulled a sheet to cover her self. Asad realized that he made her doubt herself. "Zoya aapne kuch galat nahi kaha aur na hi main aapke baare mein kuch galat soch raha hoon. It is just that I never had this side to me before tonight ya thi toh bhi kabhi dikha nahi paya and Zoya of course being a man main bhi chahoonga ki aap mujhe pyar kare it is just that aapse pehle meri aisi chahat nahi thi. Aap ne mujhe ek naye Asad se milwaya hai jise pyar karne se ya pyar paane se darr nahi lagta. Make love to me Zoya. Show me how much you have fallen in love with me."

He lay down and made Zoya climb up on his naked body. She had never been on the top always on the bottom pressed to flat surfaces as the animal in Tariq ravaged her. Stradling Asad's waist she leaned down to kiss his sweet lips. Her breasts pressed against his chest. Skin to skin. It felt too good. He put his arms around her and puller her in to him as she kissed his neck which he liked. It was so different with Tariq he never let Zoya kiss him gently he always wanted her to be wild untamed just like he was with her. Asad loved the way Zoya kissed and asked for more and more. He clutched her hips and she continued to kiss him, his neck, his face, his bare shoulders, down his chest and back up. His skin was so cool and tasted sweet and salty at the same time. Soon the innocent kisses become harder, deeper and more passionate ones. His hands tightened on her hips. In her movement of kissing his entire upper body, their lower bodies rubbed against each other and she could feel his semi erect mandhood grow harder against her wetness. Zoya did not want to take it further than sweet kisses just yet. The seconds passed into hours as they continue to hold each other tightly, kissing over and over. He grasped her face to kiss her deeply. His tongue slid into her mouth, ever so softly. She gasped as Asad touched her in a different manner and she kissed him back just as deeply.

His hands were still holding to the sides of her face, he licked her lips and made her shudder. She desired him. He was the only man who had made her reach climatic heights and would be the only one. Their lips touched. Eyes closed. Deeper and deeper until a small moan escaped her lips. This brought him harder to her and she could feel herself grow wetter. Her lips moved faster now, down his neck over his chest. She wanted to... so looked up at him. "Asad..." "Do it please... mujhe har tareeke se dikhaye aapka pyar. Aap meri biwi hai na? To apna haq jataiye mujhpar Zoya." She kissed each of his nipples and flicker her tongue over them, his grip tightened on her hips pulling her closer. When he was on top of her he had gripped her hips and then entered her. But right now she was in control and she would let him in when she wanted. She loved the control her had given her. He was getting more and more aggressive as he pulled her closer and she found the erotica of it turning inside of her. His aggression showed her his love and not lust. She grew wetter still until she began to feel herself sliding her wet folds over his hardened manhood. She was not ready yet. She wanted it to build more and more.

"Zoya now please aur der nahi." "Shh... aisi bhi kya jaldi hai Asad." His tongue continued to slide over her lips into her waiting mouth. They kissed deeper than ever. She could not wait now. "Asad ab main tayyar hoon, kya aap?" Zoya kissed Asad between each word. He nodded but stopped her. "Zoya kya main aapse kuch request kar sakta hoon? I want you to... agar aapko koi problem na ho. I want you to love every part of me." Zoya's eyes became moist. He asked her to if she wanted, he did not hold her hand and her head move her down there commanding to please him. Zoya smiled at Asad and more than happily replied, "With pleasure." Asad had taken care of every need of Zoya and now it was her to turn to please him not because she had to but she wanted to. She kissed down his chest, pausing to kiss each nipple and made her way between his parted legs to take him there. She held him and licked the head gently. His first moan escaped. She then heard him half whimper half sigh as she continued to pleasure him. It made her hot and wet. She continued her up and down slow movements and then took his entire length in her mouth. She sucked and licked causing him to moan more and deep heavy breathing.

She began to suck harder and deeper, knowing that she could make him cum. Zoya realized that this was the first time Asad was being pleasured through oral sex. She smiled and was more firm in her decision to make him cum. "Zoya enough, ab aur nahi I may..." "Do it Asad... feel free to release anytime." She was becoming wetter at the thought of voluntarily having him cum inside her mouth and swallowing his fluids. She worked her mouth faster and his hands gently came to her head and caressed her hair telling her how much he appreciated her for doing this. He guided her the way he wanted and needed her to go. There was this one final whisper and she felt him explode within her. There was a lot of it and it tasted so bitter yet good as she wanted it. She swallowed the bulk of it and continued to attempt of sucking him dry. She cleaned him up. She then settled on top of him smoothly sliding down him and him up her. Zoya was very good at horse riding and used her skill to ride him. Asad asked her to bend over him. Asad captured her lips and for the first time tasted his bitter self along with her sweet taste. She moved faster and faster which soon made her convulse and release. She came hard and fast and then completely spent rested her back on his folded legs.

Soon he pulled her up to him where he cradled her tightly, his breathing still hard and let his lips flow over her face. Zoya loved the way he comforted her and held her tightly close to his body, telling her in words and actions that he loved her. Zoya lay there with Asad spooning her from the back thinking that this was the first time she was having an after sex talk. There was no fear of getting caught and no urgency to pay the bills of hotels after a sexual encounter with her partner. She was at their own farm house with her husband. She felt proud of having been with Asad. "That was amazing, hai na?" Asad whispered into her hair and nuzzled her neck. "Asad mujhe apni bahon mein hi rehne dijiyega. Mujhe chodkar toh nahi jaayenge na aap?" Asad understood what she meant. Many men after the sexual encounter would not give their partner the safe haven of their arms. They would roll over and go to sleep. Maybe she had been through it but he did not want her to realize that he thought about when she had been with Tariq. "Main aapke pyar mein iss kadar giraftaar ho chuka hoon ki ab kahin nahi janaa chahta."

Asad rolled over and his back and brought her to rest on his chest. Their arms were wrapped tightly around each other and their bodies pressed together. The moon shone a silvery light on the cast expanse of grass. The rain drops made the pitter patter sound as they hit the roof. Zoya loved this place but more than that she loved the man she was with now and forever. He caressed her back like only he could as they drifted off into a satiated sleep.

Zoya opened her eyes and a sweet smile played on her lips as she remembered the encounters of the previous night. Her soft self was pressed aginst Asad's hard side. She looked up and saw the sweetest smile she had ever seen. She tried to get off the bed but Asad was holding her. She gently caressed his face and pecked on his cheeks. Asad stirred in his sleep and turned the other side freeing Zoya. She wrapped the white satin sheet around her body and stood near the bed. Her eyes roamed all over the bedsheet which was wet and had signs of being tortured all night as Asad and Zoya made tender love to each other but mercilessly rolled over the sheet. Zoya stood in front of the mirror and dropped the sheet on the floor. She had never looked at her body. She looked more beautiful now that Asad had made love to her. She felt a satisfaction which she had never before. She was a changed woman now. She was deeply in love with her husband and was loved by him. Last night for the first time she experienced an ****** and was glad that she had not before. After 1 month and 5 days of being married to Asad, she had finally got her husband completely in each and every way possible.

She went and stood near the window. The scenary inside and out the farm house bed room was breath taking. Inside she saw Asad sleep peacefully spent and satisfied and out side white, fluffy clouds glided across the pale blue sky; the fading, subdued moon sits redundantly behind them. The sun has awakened and was promptly emerging through the hazy sky. The cloudy layer creates a pleasant blanket from the sun. Birds simultaneously tweeted out to each other in a chorus, singing a soothing, melodic tune. The wise, ancient oak tree proudly watched over casting shadows over the fragile flowers that would wilt if exposed to the sweltering sun. Zoya related Asad to the oak tree and she was the fragile flower who would have been burnt by the scorching sun like Tariq if Asad hadn't cast his shade on her. Asad had become everything to her. He was her love, her guardian, her savior, her friend... he was her everything, he was now and forever her life. Zoya had been married to Asad for more than a month now but had just the previous night begun a married life with him. She was now looking forward to a bright future with him. The thought of a future had just come to her when she felt a deep pull, turmoil inside her stomach. Zoya placed her hand on her stomach as she felt uneasy...

A/N: So here it is Chapter 10. I know too much 'A' rated but it was required to establish the new phase of Asad and Zoya's relationship.

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Unrr ...
So I simply loved this one !
Finally they confessed and became one !
Wow I love asad's charachter in this one !
Tariq ...y don't u go to hell first before jail :P
It was fab ...
Stupendo fantabulosly fantastic !!!
Start new story soon !!! :)

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OMG...its super hawwwt..loved it chahat ❤️ ... continue soon...

Loved how they became one and satisfied each other can't wait to read about their next phase

Nice chapter. I'm glad they took their relation to a new level.