Tasmina's Tale

22. Just Do It

Tasmina

I gasped.

“What did you say?” I whispered. 

For the first time since I had known him, his eyes were earnest when he looked at me.

“I said, I am in love with—”

I crossed the room before he could finish, slamming myself against him, pulling his lips to my own. He kissed me ardently, his lips ravaging mine with a hunger that made my entire body ache. His arm snaked around my waist and his fingers wove into my hair. When my lips parted, he slid the tip of his tongue gently into my mouth and I moaned, my mind spinning at the taste of him. As I flicked my tongue against his, he groaned into my mouth and my legs nearly gave way at his primal sounds. 

I pulled away, panting. 

“Take me to bed.” 

His eyes searched mine. 

“Are you sure?” his voice was deeper, almost hoarse with lust.

I nodded quickly, before I changed my mind. He took my hand and led me to the bed, standing me in front of it. Reaching for the clasp that held my dress together, he undid it and began to slowly unravel the fabric. Of all times to show restraint, he was certainly demonstrating it now. When he was finally done, the black cloth pooled at my feet and I stood before him, completely naked. 

His huge chest rose and fell as his eyes travelled the length of my body. 

“Tasmina… it’s as though goddess used threads of moonlight when she created you,” he murmured. 

I basked in his words, his gaze, his eyes an opiate that I couldn’t get enough of. I’d had men leer at me, I’d had men look at my body since I had barely been a girl. But the way he looked at me… it was with reverence. I gloried in his veneration. I could see his hesitation, unsure of whether it was what I truly wanted. I reached for his hand and placed it gently upon my breast, my skin igniting at his touch. 

He took a sharp breath and his eyes came up to meet mine. In a flash, he sealed my mouth with his own, his kiss speaking of an urgency we both now felt. He squeezed my breasts hard and I pulled away.

“Gently,” I gasped. 

“Sorry,” he murmured against my lips. 

This time, he moulded them gently, his thumbs running over my n*****s until they hardened. 

“Yes… like that,” I gasped, my legs nearly giving way at the sensation. 

I felt a wetness between my legs and when his brown eyes went black, I could tell he immediately knew. 

“I… I want to see you,” I murmured. 

His gaze was scintillating as he stepped away from me and pulled the gold cord on his black shalwar. Agonisingly slowly, it fell to the ground. I did all I could to stop my eyes from bulging. 

“It’s not going to fit,” I blurted out, taken aback by the sheer size of it. 

As his face broke into a crooked grin, I realised I didn’t care. I’d make it fit. He scooped me up into his arms and I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped me. 

“My, my, King Rikom, what would people say if they knew you were a romantic?”

“No one will ever know but you, my queen,” he murmured, his resonant voice carrying power even as he spoke quietly. 

As he lay me down gently, a dull ache had begun to settle deep within my gut. I had no idea what I was doing, but I knew I needed him now. 

“Let’s just take it slowly, alright?” he reassured me.

“Have you ever touched yourself, Tasmina?” he asked, his eyes tender as he gazed down at me.

I felt myself blush as my body betrayed me at this intimate question. 

“I… well I shared a bed with Ruki… but on some nights she went to stay with Aliza… and…”

“Did you ever touch yourself after we spoke?” he asked, mercilessly burning me with his heated gaze. 

Oh, I had. What could I tell him? That just the sound of his voice caused an ache that I couldn’t quite ever be rid of? I couldn’t possibly. Whether I wished to tell him or not, my eyes gave me away. 

“How many times?” he asked, his voice husky with desire. 

“Rikom… you can’t ask me that!” I gasped. 

“I touched myself often after we spoke, imagining it was you,” he murmured. 

The ache had now turned into a low throbbing. 

“I have burned for you, Tasmina.” 

Was it possible for words to affect you in this way? Without realising, I found myself gripping the bed sheets tightly. He parted my legs slowly, sitting on his knees between them. He inhaled deeply and his eyes went pitch black. When he lowered his hands to touch me, my body writhed and I gasped at his touch. 

“Show me,” he murmured. “Show me how to touch you.”

I nearly cried out when he moved his hand from between my legs. He reached for one of mine, untangling it from the sheets and bringing it between my legs. My face burned. 

“There is no shame between us, Tasmina. There will never be shame between us,” he growled. 

With that, he pressed my fingers between my legs, his hand never leaving mine. I began to rub in slow circles, emboldened by his words. He never looked away, his eyes learning, watching, his hand covering my own, copying the motions. I thought of the nights I had been alone, secluded with my thoughts of him, his deep, teasing baritone in my ear as I had brought myself to the edge. And here he was, in the flesh, each muscle tightened with restraint, his giant c**k almost pressed against his stomach as he learned to please me. 

My chest rose and fell as I grew more and more aroused. He moved my hand away gently and then his fingers were on me.

“Like this?” he asked, as his fingers rubbed gently against my c**t. 

The words wouldn’t come as I gasped in response. 

“Rikom… please… I… need…” 

As if sensing my need, he gently slid a finger inside me. My body convulsed, shocked by his gentle invasion. 

“Am I hurting you?” he asked. 

I shook my head, still unable to form words. When he began to move it in and out of me, I thought I would succumb to the pleasure of it and simply die. Although I was sure that wasn’t how this worked. 

He moved his finger softly, his pace slow as he moved it in and out of me.

“Harder…” I managed to gasp. 

He obliged and I felt myself clamp around him as he did. But it wasn’t enough. There was an ache, a dull pulsing that needed more to sate it. 

“Rikom… I need you.” 

He was on top of me in an instant, his arm resting by my side, taking his weight as his lips covered mine. I moaned as he kissed me, his finger still easing in and out of me. Then he withdrew it and I gasped. 

“Are you sure?” he asked again. 

“I am.” 

When the crown of his c*ck pressed against my entrance, I seized up and he withdrew immediately. 

“I’m sorry,” I gasped. 

“No, no, we don’t have to do this if you don’t wish for it, Tasmina.”

“Goddess, Rikom, I crave it. I’ve thought about you and little else for two years,” I murmured. 

He kissed me again, gently, his tongue licking into my mouth and I felt myself relax under his touch. 

“Again,” I murmured, against his soft lips. 

This time I relaxed as he eased himself gently. My eyes widened as he began to fill me and I cried out. He stilled immediately. We lay, panting, as I adjusted to the size of him. When the shock of it had worn off, I looked up into his eyes, his brows furrowed with an intense concentration. 

“More,” I whispered. 

Sweat ran down his back and I clung onto him tightly now as he obeyed my wishes. My eyes clenched shut as he pushed slightly deeper and I gasped with pain. 

“Wait, wait,” I murmured. 

He did as I asked, stopping to let me bear it. It wasn’t quite painful but it certainly wasn’t comfortable. 

“Is it… is it all in?” I asked.

He looked at me almost apologetically and shook his head and I half laughed and half groaned. 

“What is this never-ending c*ck you keep in your shalwar?” I managed to gasp. 

He smiled and kissed my nose and I was overcome with the tenderness of the gesture. 

“Am I hurting you, Tasmina?” he asked, his voice taking on a tone I had never before heard from him.

He was tender, caring… all things I would have never associated with him when we had first met. 

“Just do it,” I said, sounding far surer than I felt. 

“Do what?” he asked, his brows furrowing. 

“Put it all in,” I said, taking a deep breath.

“Tasmina… are you su—”

“Goddess, Rikom, if you ask me that one more time I swear I will bewitch you.” 

I was treated to a flash of that crooked smile before his body tensed and he readied himself. He pushed into me slowly with a loud groan and I gasped. He was still immediately but the words had been knocked out of me. I had never known such… fullness. It was as though I was surrounded by him. My eyes watered from it and when he saw it, I felt him move to pull out and I wrapped my legs around his ass, keeping him in place. 

“No. No… just… give me a moment,” I managed to choke, my eyes clenching shut again. 

“Tasmina, look at me. Don’t close your eyes,” he murmured, kissing my closed lids lightly. 

I opened them at his command and his eyes gave me strength. Slowly but surely, I could feel my body adapting, stretching to accommodate his size. 

“Are you with me?” he whispered, kissing me softly again. 

“Yes,” I whispered back. 

The first thrust of his hips smarted. The second not so much. When he gently pushed into me again for the third time, the pain was almost gone. He began to move steadily, achingly slow as he moved inside me. By the time I had lost count of his thrusts, the pain had shifted into something else entirely. 

His quiet groans filled the chambers and my body began to respond, clenching around him as he tried to pull out, opening up to him as he thrust back in. Something was building inside me and I had no idea what it was. I’d had an orgasm before from touching myself, but this certainly wasn’t the same thing. It was deeper, something more… visceral. 

His body tensed and his thrusts grew harder, less controlled and I gasped, enjoying the feel of it. 

“Tasmina… I’m… I can’t…”

He groaned loudly, a sound so primal, my body responded to it of its own volition. The only warning I received was the tightening of his abdomen before he came, his grunts filling the chambers as he thrust into me. I moaned, surprised at the sound of my own voice, holding him against me as his body stilled. 

He steadied his breathing and pulled out of me slowly and I hissed at the emptiness I suddenly felt.

“You didn’t… I’m sorry, I didn’t… I couldn’t wait…” 

He seemed so embarrassed, I wanted to cocoon him into my arms and never let him go. 

“I loved it,” I breathed. 

His smile was warm and I wanted to bathe in its light. Before I could tell him that, he reached between my legs and began to rub, slowly.

“Rikom… what… what are you doi— oh GODDESS, don’t stop.”

He didn’t. He worked me into a frenzy, the student becoming the master as his fingers stroked me.

“Harder,” I gasped.

When he obeyed and pressed down on my c**t, my body caved. I tensed before my body convulsed, pleasure coming over me in waves as I came. He watched my face as I came undone, his gaze piercing as I gave myself over to his touch. When I finally came down from the heights of pleasure, he was there waiting for me, peppering kisses over my face, my neck, my chest, soothing me with his lips as my body shook. 

When I could finally form words again, I looked up at him.

“So that’s what all the fuss is about.”