SaHil TS: A Honeymoon, Compelled Pt 3, Pg 15 (01.08.14) - Page 10

Part 3:

Sanam couldn't help her body's reactions to Aahil in those few minutes that he'd carried her back to the suite.

And no matter how much of a feminist she was, she still couldn't help but be impressed at how he so easily carried her as if she were feather-light.

That, and there was something about being thrown over his shoulder like this... Dominating her... taking over her senses.

She was hot, really hot. Her heart rate was up like never before, and the excitement she couldn't help but feel was bubbling up in her.

His hand suddenly shifted a little higher, underneath her already short dress and she squeezed her legs together to try and stop the throbbing that she suddenly felt between them.

Sanam heard the beep as the door opened, and was abruptly put down on her feet.

She looked up to find Aahil staring at her; his eyes intense and dark. She could easily see desire in them, and some other emotion that she couldn't name right now.

He stepped closer and reached out his hand. "You feel it, too, don't you Sanam?" he whispered hoarsely; a hint of pleading in his voice.

She didn't know what to think, but she knew what she felt... and what she was feeling right there and then. This man - her husband - was making her feel a myriad of things right now.

Mostly, she felt like he really wanted to kiss her again, and he was her legally wedded husband... She wanted to kiss him again, too damn it!

She nodded and stepped closer to him. When she looked into his eyes, she knew that right and wrong didn't matter; not rushed nikaahs nor three month clauses.

Aahil watched her intently; the play of emotions on her face as if she were contemplating what was about to happen.

And then she nodded. Acceded. His heart knocked in his chest.

His wildest dream come true. The girl he loved. Here with him... in this room, in his arms... in bed.

He bridged the gap between them and took her into his arms, pulling her so close that their torsos meshed together.

"Say it..." he whispered. "I feel it, too..." she whispered back.

Needing no further invitation, Aahil leaned forward and kissed her. Hard. His tongue roved her lips; she panted and shamelessly swayed herself against his body. Her hands dragged through his hair, tugging it wildly... forcing him into different angles.

Breathless and not nearly sated, he pulled back. "Oh God, Sanam. I want you... so bad" he groaned as he took in the sight before him. Sanam stood there; the straps of her dress half falling off, her hair sexily mussed up and her lips pinker and a little swollen from the all consuming kiss they'd just shared.

His words to her had ignited a whole new feeling inside of her. She throbbed harder as she felt herself become wet just looking at him, looking at her.

He didn't want to give her time to think about this.

Grabbing her with one arm, he pulled her to him as he lay on the couch in the small lounge, and started kissing her again. Before Sanam knew what was happening, she had been flipped over so that Aahil was atop her.

She could feel his hardness against her softness as he ground his pelvis on her, while he kissed her neck. She let her hands into his shirt and raked her nails across his shoulders.

Lower and lower still, he went.

Sanam lifted her hips slightly. She wanted to feel more. More maybe, and she might pass out from absolute pleasure overdrive but still, it was more that she wanted.

Aahil pulled back to look at her. She smiled slightly at him. He smiled quickly, before he pecked her lips lightly and then proceeded to slowly slide the straps of her dress all the way down, exposing even more glistening skin to him.

"You're so beautiful..." he murmured as he swooped in on her breasts while hovering over her. Sanam breathed in deeply. He just called her beautiful.

She moaned as she felt him cup her breasts through her bra; his thumbs flicking at her nipples from under it.

"I love that sound... do it again" he whispered.

"Make me..." Sanam panted.

He lifted her up slightly and removed her bra so deftly that Sanam had barely registered what he did. That is... until she felt his tongue lave her breast while his other hand massaged her sensually.

"Ohhh... don't... please..." she begged as he took her nipple into his hot mouth; his tongue swirling around the ultra-delicate skin.

"Shirt...off" she breathed, fumbling ahead of her for his buttons. Aahil pulled up and chuckled softly before removing his shirt and throwing it to the floor. "Your turn" he whispered gently as he reached for her dress that was bunched at her waist from both top and bottom.

Sanam wiggled as best she could as he tugged the dress downward, revealing his sexy wife in nothing but her white cotton panties. He shook his head and she raised an eyebrow at him.

"I just... I never imagined... Who knew white cotton would be such a turn on?" he answered her unasked question. Sanam giggled.

"Your turn again" she said, eyeing his cargo shorts. He grinned at her before getting up and slipping the shorts off. Her eyes widened as she ran them over his glorious body... especially one part of him that was most prominently displayed.

To hell with the three month clause - she wanted this for life!

"Come here" she whispered, looking at him intensely and holding her arms out to him. Surprisingly, she didn't feel self-conscious in the least even though she lay there half naked.

Sanam shifted a little so that Aahil could lay next to her now. Their legs tangled together as they lay in each other's arms, minutely shifting and shuffling to feel even more of each other; skin against beautiful skin.

Aahil entwined his fingers with hers and looked at her, smiling the cutest little shy smile. Sanam's smile faded as she noticed the hope in his.

"I- Aahil... we... I need to talk to you..." she whispered.

"No way Madam. No time for talking now. Plenty of time later" he said and kissed her before she had a chance to protest. Sanam lost all of train of thought after that.

Where his mouth wasn't; his hands were. Aahil was taking multi-tasking to a whole new level.

She started feeling braver, even though she knew she had no experience in these matters when compared with him, but she didn't care.

Slowly, she trailed her fingers down his magnificent chest until she reached his bellybutton. She felt him shudder and tighten beneath her touch. She tugged gently at the waistband of his black boxers with shaky hands.

"All yours, baby" he whispered as he kissed her neck. She left the waistband and moved further south to cup his hardness in her hands. She didn't have to get a good look to know that he was exceptionally... blessed, in this department as well.

Aahil groaned at her gentle touch and trailed his own hand further down her body. He was much more confident than she was, and could feel her entire body tense as he slid his palm over her core.

She squirmed as he stroked her.

Aahil couldn't contain himself. He could feel how very turned on Sanam was, and it made him want to thrust into her right then. But no...

He was going to savour this... and give her the best first time she'd never dreamed of.

"So ready..." he murmured. "Ssooo ready..." Sanam confirmed in a breathy voice filled with longing. Sanam's eyes opened abruptly when she felt Aahil pull away slightly.

"Wait, I..." he started saying and Sanam raised herself on her elbows to look at him.

"You don't want to do this?" she asked, covering herself up with one arm as best she could as she waited for the rejection.

"Are you mad? I already told you what I..."

Aahil shook his head slightly at her. "Sanammm..." he sighed as he got off the couch. Without saying another word, he scooped her up in his arms and walked to the bedroom.

He smiled down at her. "The bed would be more comfortable" he said. She laughed slightly and cupped his cheek, her eyes softening considerably.

He laid her down and got in next to her, not wasting any more time. Mere seconds later, they were once again all tangled up; twisted into each other.

Sanam started getting braver and braver and nipped at the waistband of Aahil's boxers.

"I want to... feel you" she whispered, in between hot kisses. He got on top of her again then and rotated his erection against hers.

"Feel me now?" he asked, dipping down low to massage her breast while his mouth worked its magic on them.

"More..."

Aahil licked his way down his wife's quivering body; his tongue drawing a map of heat. Sanam gasped as she felt her hips lifted and her underwear pulled down. She tried to squeeze her legs shut, but Aahil was having none of that.

"Still" he ordered sternly.

Sanam tried to lift her head up to see what he was doing, but he ordered her to stay still once again. She lay back and goose bumps covered her body as she anticipated what he would do next. She couldn't even feel him touching her anymore.

"Aahil?" she called. And then she felt his breath hit her... there.

"Ohhh... Aahil, no! I mean... Yesss..." she moaned out loudly as she felt his lips and tongue and, oh God... his stubble, tease and tickle her at her very core. She squirmed as she felt his kiss her, then drag his tongue up and down repeatedly.

"Sanam... this is... you are..." he hummed against her wetness.

Sanam grabbed his hair in her hands and lifted her hips to meet his hot mouth. She was pulsating... hot and wet. And she shut her eyes when she started seeing stars. Her body tensed and relaxed as he continued his erotic torture with his tongue while his fingers kneaded her bare hips to hold to her in place.

Aahil smirked openly. He couldn't get over the fact that he had Sanam in his bed... and that she was enjoying his touch this much. He loved the way her body was responding to his every ministration.

He felt like he knew what she wanted already, and when he felt sure that it was time...

Sanam's tummy tightened as she felt this wave of heat wash over her. She opened her eyes - she was seeing stars again. And then... She felt Aahil kiss her... deeply.

"Ohhh Aahil... Oh Yes...!!! Aahilll!!!!" she screamed, as she clutched the bed sheets; her body overflowing with such overriding pleasure that she was now sure she was going to pass out.

He crept up slowly and lay next to her, taking her in his arms. She smiled at him drowsily. "You ok?" he asked tenderly, pulling the coverlet around them and kissing her temple. "Oh my god... more than ok" she said.

"Was it good?" he asked her and she realised the quiver in his voice was because he was nervous. He so much wanted it to be good for her. She looked up at him and raised herself a bit so she could kiss him.

To show him how good it really was.

She tasted herself on him and started wanting more of him again already. Tracing a path down his torso as she kissed him, Sanam wasted no time in tugging his boxers half off. He pulled away from the kiss and looked at her.

Desire was all she could see.

"More?" he asked huskily. She nodded. "So much more... please?"

"I told you you'd scream, baby. But no need to beg" he smirked as he got on top of her once again. She felt her wetness ooze as she felt his now freed manhood rub against her in the most intimate way.

"I want to be in you... I want to feel what it feels like to move inside of you... to make you..." he grit out as he slipped his hand between them and down to her core.

Sanam moaned loudly, rotating her own hips to the beat of his fingers against her slickness. Slowly, deftly... he stroked with just one finger and Sanam gasped and stayed still as he slipped it inside.

"That ok?" he asked, watching her face. She nodded, her eyes closed. Slowly, slowly, slowly, Aahil moved his magic finger inside of her. Sanam tried to concentrate on what he was doing... on how he was making her feel but it was all too much. She felt as though another orgasm was building up inside of her.

"Aahil, please... stop. I want... Nooo don't stop... Wait. More... keep going! Stop...Oh God... Again... Aahhiiilll!!!!"

But before she had time to come down from the next earth-shattering orgasm, she felt his hardness at her core and instinctively lifted herself to meet him.

"I want you so much! More than anything else..." he growled.

"Take me, Aahil. I'm yours" she moaned. She so badly wanted to feel him inside her. If he could do that with just his mouth and his hands, then... that...

Already her body had turned to jelly, but she wanted to hit the repeat button on everything they'd done so far. Everything he had done.

Pleasure overload, indeed.

He kissed her softly as he entered her. Sanam stilled. This did not feel good.

Aahil stroked and kissed her face as he went all in. He stayed still as he waited for her to adjust.

"Baby... you feel so good" he murmured, trying very hard to not lose his self-control and pound into her the way he really wanted to.

"Aahil...?" Sanam called. "Hmm"

"You're starting to feel good too. Move..." she whispered. He could feel her starting to rock gently around him and so he did just that, too. Slowly, he moved inside of her, until he heard her moaning out in utter pleasure.

"Gooo faster... please"

"Slowly Sanam. I don't want to hurt you" he said.

"You won't. You can't. Please... Aahil... harder... yesss... Hmmm..."

Hearing her cries of delight had automatically made him rock harder and faster. He thrust into her powerfully each time, and Sanam clawed at his shoulders to keep herself steady.

"You feel sooo... don't stop!" she panted breathlessly.

"How good?" he grit out.

"Uhhh... so good... please. Keep... don't stop... Aaahhh!!!"

"Saaannnaaammm!!!" Aahil screamed as his most long-awaited and powerful orgasm racked his body.

He collapsed onto his back and closed his eyes, pulling Sanam onto his chest. They were completely sated... a little sweaty, and very drained.

Sanam kissed his chest where her lips where, right over his heart, making Aahil smile with his eyes still closed.

"Aren't you glad I agreed to the honeymoon now?" Sanam whispered. "Mrs Aahil Raza Ibrahim... I am so glad" he whispered as he dropped a sweet kiss in her hair and squeezed her tighter.

Sanam smiled.

"Uhm, Aahil?" she called softly. "Hmm?"

"Uhhh... Can we do that again after dinner tonight?" she asked, suddenly feeling shy.

Aahil chuckled. "How about before dinner again?"

"Sounds good" she smiled and held him closer.

Sure there was all that other stuff to get through, but she would talk to him about it over dinner later.

Now that they'd... and she realised her feelings, she also realised she didn't want to divorce him in three months.

He wouldn't let her go, and she no longer wanted to.

I promise I'll unres soon :)

The update was out of this world.. So good!! I feel like I'm on cloud nine right now!! It feels so amazing!! They are amazing!! I really loved it!!

The lovemaking.. It was so erotic yet innocent.. Like every girl wants her first time to be!! Loved it beyond anything words can describe!!

thanx for pm

Thanks for updating so soon..

Two back to back updates and I don't know.

Res

Unres

Part 2

Wow wow wow

Loved it. What an update

I am seriously loving Sahil so so much. I had no idea that I can love them this way.

Amaazzzing.

And yeah the outfits you decribed are my fantasy attires. White shirt and cargo, a man can seriously look blazing hot in that.

And the kiss,delicious is all what I can imagine right now.

Ok Ok now I am moving to Part 3.

u write hot stuff... so good... sigh.. sigh ,.. sigh...

confession can wait.. but the hormones.. cant... haiyee...

sanam becoming bold...

super hot... buddy...