Kidnapped by the Arab

Aisha was startled; her face was just a few centimeters away from Ahmed’s.

“I’m sorry, I…” She didn’t get to finish her sentence as Ahmed pulled her towards him and gave her a passionate kiss. She pulled away, needing to catch her breath, and noticed a frown on Ahmed’s face, thinking that perhaps he didn’t like the kiss.

“I apologize; I didn’t think it would bother you,” he said, then left the room.

She was dumbfounded. What was going on with him? She had been determined to have a good night, but now she blushed at the thought. She didn’t want to seem forward, but who wouldn’t be attracted to a man like him?

Reprimanding herself, she blamed the excessive heat in the room for her improper thoughts. She stood up to take a bath as she was sweating profusely. When she came out, she wore just a robe with nothing underneath, thinking that Ahmed wouldn’t return if he was upset.

As she got back into bed, she fell into a deep sleep, but she woke up in the early hours of the morning to find Ahmed next to her again. She had her leg over him, and when she tried to move, she realized it wasn’t just her leg; she was half on top of him. He was awake, watching her in a way that sent shivers down her spine. She tried to pull her leg away, but Ahmed stopped her.

That’s when she understood why he was looking at her like that – she wasn’t covered; the sheet was at her feet, and her robe had ridden up almost to her waist. She blushed furiously.

“What are you doing?” she asked nervously.

“I didn’t mean to provoke you; I assure you. I thought you wouldn’t come back,” she said hurriedly.

“It’s better not to jump to conclusions,” he replied, smiling in a way that she didn’t think could be sexier. He started running his hand up her leg, and she closed her eyes as tingles shot through her entire body.

When he reached her intimate area, she opened her eyes again, and he grinned mischievously. He kissed her intensely, making it hard for her to breathe, but she didn’t want to stop any of it.

He kissed her neck and used his fingers to draw small circles on her sensitive spot. “Damn! It felt so good,” she thought. Ahmed remembered every part of her body, and she was left speechless when he undressed. His abdomen was perfect; his muscles were well-developed.

“Do you like something?” he asked.

“No, I just…” she stammered.

“Shhhh…” He placed a finger on her lips to silence her, and she nervously closed her eyes again, making him smile.

“I wanted to wait until you were sure, until you loved me. But tonight, you definitely decided to provoke me. I’m very sorry, but now you’ll face the consequences.”

When he felt her open her legs slowly, she started trembling. Memories of the pain from the first time came back, and he noticed. Ahmed whispered gently in her ear, “It won’t be the same; I promise this time won’t hurt. I’ll be gentle and slow until you’re the one asking for more.”

Aisha blushed. How could she even think that she would be the one asking for more?

He kept his promise; he entered her gently. She stifled a moan; this time there was no pain, only immense pleasure. Each of his movements caused her to gasp, and she tried to cover her mouth. He removed his hand, fascinated to know that she was feeling pleasure in his arms. Ahmed was right; she was the one asking for more.

It was the first time she felt that sensation, the one that transported her to another realm, an experience like no other. She muffled a slight scream while an unfamiliar sound, almost like a growl, escaped Ahmed’s throat.

They were left exhausted, and she, who initially thought their marriage was just an arrangement, was definitely mistaken. Ahmed was starting to make his way into her heart.

She lay on his chest, gently caressing him. It felt so good to be like this. When she first met him, she never would have imagined this, that he would be the man she gave herself to for the first time.

“I loved it,” she said.

“I know. I’m good at this,” he replied confidently.

“No, silly, the bracelet. It’s beautiful.”

“Ah, that. You hurt my heart; I thought you meant…”

She covered his mouth with her hand, interrupting what he was about to say, and when she removed her hand, he burst out laughing.

“Sorry, I’m just teasing you. I had this bracelet made a little before the wedding. I want you to always wear it, so I’ll always be with you.”

Aisha got up, wrapped a sheet around her body, and decided to take a bath. But when she tried to walk, her legs wouldn’t respond, and she fell onto the carpet.

“You’ve left me powerless, sir.”

“Hmm, we’ll fix that in a moment.”

Ahmed got up, and she instinctively covered her face. He was completely naked, and he removed the sheet that covered his body, lifting her into his arms and carrying her to the bathroom. He turned on the shower, adjusting the water to a warm temperature, and entered with her still in his arms. He gently set her down on the floor and tenderly washed her body.

He was the happiest man on the planet, having the woman he loved with him. Now, all he needed was for her to love him back. He cherished his memories of Lyna, whom he had loved deeply, but what he felt for Aisha was stronger. He felt the need to love her, to protect her, and to be with her forever.

He started kissing her neck again and turned her body to face him.

“Since that night, I couldn’t get you out of my head. I searched for you intensely, and now I’m the happiest man in the universe, having you by my side. I know I may sound cheesy, but I just want you to understand, to desire what I desire, to give you my entire life.”

“You’re quite the poet, my beloved Sheikh.”

“That’s something few people know about us Arabs. We’re passionate about poetry. I’m not very good at it, but I’m just telling you what comes from my heart.”

Her heart was beating fast. She was sure that she would develop strong feelings for him. For now, it was just attraction and fondness. He hoped she would say something more, returning his feelings. She seemed to hesitate, and he understood that it was still too early for her to love him.

“Is something wrong?” he asked.

“No, nothing,” she replied.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. For now, he was content with just that. He had a lifetime to make her love him.

They didn’t leave the bathroom until they were satisfied. He dried her body and carried her back to bed. They fell into a deep sleep. In the morning, she woke up, and he wasn’t by her side. It was still early, and she found him on the balcony, talking to a girl, both of them laughing happily.

She tried not to get upset, but it was hard. She returned to bed, and minutes later, he came in with a large tray of breakfast.

“Good morning, sleepyhead. Finally awake?”

“Good morning,” she replied, sounding a bit curt.

“Are you upset about something?”

“Do I have a reason to be?”

“I don’t think so. Just tell me.”

She looked at the breakfast tray; it smelled delicious.

“Thank you for breakfast.”

“I prepared it myself, with lots of love.”

“Then it must be delicious.”

They ate quietly. Aisha decided not to dwell on the girl and how comfortable Ahmed seemed talking to her.

“You have cream on your lip,” the Arab said. He leaned in to wipe it off with his hand, and then ran his finger gently over her lip. “If it weren’t for wanting you to experience this special place, we could stay here.”

She smiled, and to him, that smile seemed both tender and sexy. He had to distract himself or they wouldn’t leave the room at all.

“Great breakfast, right from you. Compliments to the chef.”

“I’ll pass it on from you, beautiful lady. You need to get ready; I’ll take you to a very special place. Put on comfortable clothes; we’ll go by bike.”

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“If you don’t want to go by bike, we can take a jeep.”

“Nooo, I’d love to go by bike. I haven’t ridden one since I was a child.”

“Then I imagine it wasn’t that long ago.”

He said with a smile, referring to her age. He had met her when she had just turned eighteen, and at his thirty-two years, he felt old next to her. The thought of her age made him remember Mia’s birthday. Damn! She had turned nineteen just days before their wedding, and he had let it slip by.

He’d have to do something very special to apologize; there might not be any way to make up for such carelessness, and that was probably why she hadn’t mentioned it.