A LOVE THAT IS FOREIGN

Take Home

"Where are we?" Asia asked when the car they'd been riding entered in an underground garage.

The man she just met in the bar was driving while she's sitting on the front seat.

"In my place," he replied.

The man parked his car in a vacant slot next to a shining black lamborghini. He open his car's door, hop out then open the other one so Asia could climb out as well. He pressed his car keys, securing that the car were closed and locked. After that, he slide the keys into his coat and strech a hand for Asia to take.

She hesitated at first but what's the point of coming here, trusting him along the way, if she won't be trusting holding his hands. Asia put her palm against him and they walk heading to the elevator. The tensions of their bodies still there, radiating an obvious heat and urge to fill one another's needs.

They set foot on the elevator. The man wast fast to press a button that Asia missed the chance to know which floor they are heading to.

"Where exactly are we going?" Asia asked, her hands were inside the man's palm. He's holding her firmly. "And what's your name? What should I call you?"

"Penthouse. We're heading to my penthouse. And you can call me Mr. Hussain, or sir Hussain, either of the two, I would like to hear from you." His English came out very fluently, a neutral accent. Not the accent of typical English guy. He sounded so foreign and that was freaking hot to Asia's impressions of him. "You? What name should I call you?"

Asia became silent all of a sudden. Thinking, weighing which name should she provide.

Mr. Hussain asked her for the second time and what comes out from her lips were, "Hermosa. Call me Hermosa."

"Hermosa? Isn't that a Spanish word? You're a Latina?"

"Uhuh, Hermosa, that was my second name. In Spanish, that means beautiful. But no, I'm not a Latina."

"You have a very interesting name," He smiled and Asia have to hold her breath to take all of those handsome features in front of her. His nose that stood really erected and pointed, his brows that are as black as a star less night sky, his lip in a curved line. Those cheeks that was pressed together and oh God. That amazing jawline and lustful-looking eyes.

Jesus.

Asia couldn't help but pray. Pray that the goddamn elevator would boost up and stops at Mr. Hussain's place so they could start their long night.

"You've got to stop looking at me like a predator because I don't like the concept of being the prey. And you've got to stop those luscious lip bitting series because if you don't, I'm gonna f**k you right here, right now and you wouldn't like that because there's a CCTV camera up there and there will be many people who are going to enjoy our f*****g show." His voice were a serious warning.

Mr. Hussain's straight to the point statement had Asia's cheeks go burning. It turned rosy and Mr. Hussain like seeing the effect of his dominance. He like it that he put those blush there.

The elevator finally stopped in the top floor. Asia was expecting a corridor when the elevator door slides open but she foresee the top floor in a wrong vision. There was no corridor, there was no dozen of doors side to side. What welcomed her was a double sliding door made of steel. And a small platform where they stood together. Other than that, there's nothing else.

Mr. Hussain input his passcode and after a beep, the door drift open. "Ladies first?"

Asia look up to him and smile a little before getting in. There is a short hall in the entry way blocking the sight of the entire house. Asia glance back, Hussain is walking just behind her. Enjoying the view of her full ass that were pressed together because of her tight jeans.

"Diosmío Marimar," Asia whispered in a complete awe. The interior of his house is a sight to see. Walls were whiter than snow, there are so many expensive and luxurious stuffs; some are paintings, there are vases, and at the right side of the wall, there was a fixed shelf filled of books. Half of the books were English but the other half were written in a different language, a complete different characters. She have seen those characters before and she have guessed it as an Indian language. Asia have an Indian friend in her work and she once see a book with the exact same characters. "You're Indian? No?"

"No." Hussain shook his head. "Pakisani. Half American, half Pakistani." He added. That explains why those books were written in a foreign characters.

The drawing room of his house is amazing, equipped with bright looking sofas, television, a marble table at the center, and other devices. The living room itself is bigger than Asia's whole house and that was insane. She thought.

Getting oblivious to the real reason why she was there, Hussain caressed Asia's exposed shoulder. The connection had her jerk up. It was tingling and sensual. Then he started kissing her, following her veins from her chin down to her neck, then her collarbone and it came to her shoulder. The flame started once again. The exact heat she'd been enjoying earlier at the bar.

Asia closed her eyes, bite her lower lip as Hussain started using his tongue to lick a sweet spot on her neck. If the man isn't holding her shoulders in place, she would probably drop on the ground because whatever he's doing, it's draining her ability to stand straight. He suck a small portion of Asia's skin until it turned pinkish-violet sweet bruise which bring him satisfaction. Knowing that he put that there made him really good.

While his lips and tongue were busy putting number of hickeys in her neck, his hand abandoned her shoulder. It flew to her waist, both hands started crawing upward, from her abdomen, then his big and firm hands reached her breast underneath her bra. Cupping them both.

Asia sucked an air to fill her lungs when he give her breasts a gentle squeezed. No man ever did that to her. Not even herself because Asia don't like the concept of touching oneself. It's not appealing to her.

"I like the sound of your sudden breathing." Hussain whispers then he bite her ear, licking Asia's earing inside his mouth.

Hot. Asia's subconscious murmur at the back of her head.

Hussain enjoyed the feel of her full breasts in his hands then he follow the outline of her brasserie. He unclasped her bra one by one, hook by hook, until Asia felt the garment becoming loose.

Hussain trace the same path where he came from and this time, her bare breasts were in his palm. He could feel her erected and hard n*****s. With anticipation, he massage the flesh rather harsher and aggressive.

"W-wait!" Asia move away looking terrified. She can't blame herself, it's just natural for her to react like that because she's a goddamn untouched virgin.

She couldn't look at him. He was facing her back.

Asia's sudden reaction disappointed Hussain. He was so ready and hard and there's no way that he won't get a good f**k tonight. His c**k is throbbing hard against his garment and it's all because of desire to get inside of this woman he brought home.

Slowly, without a single noise, he walk towards Asia. Putting his hands on her shoulder, giving it a little squeeze of encouragement before planting a small wet kiss there. "What's wrong?" He asked.

Asia is mentally slapping herself. She never knew that this could be so hard.

Pick up your mind, girl! Fifteen years old girls are getting laid without any hesitation and you're a f*****g 27 years old nigga!

Hussain clearly heard her sigh before turning around, facing her first ever claimer.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled. Horror pasted on his eyes. He got this feeling that she's saying sorry because she's backing out. His doubt were washed away when she said, "but can we go somewhere else? Not here. Maybe a room, somewhere private..."

"f**k yeah," he breath out.