To Be Loved

Chapter 12

He took her lower lip and started to kiss it, and when he felt her relaxed, he started to suck on it softly. When he became satisfied, he moved to the upper one and did the same.

His kisses were so tender, and they melted her. Then he broke their lip connection and looked at her facial expressions and the look she had enticed him more.

She looked gorgeous with her face flushed like a tomato, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears, and her lips—f**k! They were swollen and red from all the sucking and kissing.

He put his hand on her left cheek, got close to her without breaking eye contact with her, and asked her, "What are you doing to me, Mrs. Miller?" He whispered to her while resting his forehead on hers.

She doesn't know how to answer his question; in fact, she is the one who should ask him that question. Even after they have been married for seven years, a small touch from him makes her body shiver; just a small touch from him sets her body on fire.

She pulled him closer by her legs, which were wrapped around his waist, tightened her arms, which were on his shoulder, and smacked her lips on him once again.

He was pulled out of his trance when he felt her full, soft lips on his own again, and a choked groan slipped from his lips. Her kisses were tender like hers, and he couldn't bear it anymore and started to kiss her wildly.

He kissed, sucked, and bit her lips, and that wasn't enough for him, so he licked her bottom lips so she could grant him access to her cavity, but she denied him, so he bit hard on her bottom lip, which made her gasp, and he used it to his advantage and shoved his tongue in her cavity faster than lightening.

A groan left his lips; she tasted so heavenly; he licked and sucked on her tongue; and her response was a moan, and that satisfied him.

She bit his tongue lightly, and he let her explore his cavity. She pulled his hair lightly and sucked hard on his tongue, which made him growl and deepen the kiss.

She knows how to arouse him. He moved his hand that was on her waist to feel the smooth skin of her on his fingers. He reached for her breast and fondled one of them, but he wanted to feel it on his bare hand.

So he undid her bra; she gasped when she felt his bare hand on her t**s and softly pinched her n****e.

They break the kiss when they feel their lungs burn from the lack of oxygen.

They were breathing hard, but he didn't care and latched his lips on her shoulder and put feathered kisses on it, and slowly he sucked it until it turned red. He removed the bra stripe from her shoulder and spread kisses all over her shoulder, and she was a moaning mess.

He was so engrossed in giving her pleasure and the art he was doing on her soft skin that he didn't hear the sound of his stomach growling, but she heard it, and she couldn't suppress her laugh. He stopped what he was doing and looked at her.

"What is so funny, honey?" he asked while still putting kisses on her cheek and moving closer to her smiley lips.

"You didn't hear it, yo…” and his stomach growled again.

She looked at him and started to laugh loudly, and he stood there looking at her gorgeous smile, which every time he heard it would make his heart flip over.

"OMG, for the first time in history, it's a man's stomach that growls, not the other way around. I should have recorded it."

He could see the excitement written on her face. "Does my growling stomach amaze you that much?" She nodded her head.

"Yep, that proves women are not the only ones who ruin the moment,” she said with a big smile on her face.

Omar bit his lip and raised an eyebrow. "And who do you think is at fault that I hadn’t eaten till now?" He put his face on the crook of her neck and started to leave small kisses on it.

She put her hand on her lips to prevent herself from moaning; she pushed him away from her, got herself down from her position, and took a deep breath. "Okay, that's enough; we need to calm down. You are going to take your shower in the other bathroom... but...” He tried to protest.

"No, but you need to calm down." and she pointed at his little brother.

He looked at his excited member that was obvious behind his trousers and groaned, 'Why the hell does he need to calm it down? He could just...'

"I know what you are thinking, so stop; we need to shower quickly to put some food in our tummy and talk." Her tone and facial expression became serious at the end.

"s**t!" she heard his cuss and smirked.

"Yeah, s**t indeed. Now go." He pouted and started to move, but stopped instantly and went to her, then planted a long kiss on her lips that left them breathless, and when he got full, he bent over to her ear and whispered, 'We haven't finished yet, and instead of recording my growling stomach, we could record something else.' and left her frozen in her spot because he would do as he said, maybe not the recording.

She pushed those thoughts away from her head and headed to the shower cabinet, where she let the water rinse her body. When she finished her shower and wore her PJs, she headed to the living room and hadn't found her husband there yet.

She concluded that he was still in the bathroom: 'He will take some time to solve his problem.' She shrugged her shoulders and went to the kitchen to prepare the table.

After fifteen minutes, the table was ready. She was just putting the pitcher on the table when her phone rang. She steadied the pitcher and went to see who was calling.

When she held the phone and saw the caller's name, her body stiffened.

The phone stopped ringing, but she was still staring at the phone.

Omar, who had finished his showering and was standing on the stairs while drying his hair with the towel, saw his wife staring at the phone with tension showing around her whole body. He guessed what was going on.

The phone started to ring again, and that startled her; her hands were shaking, and he couldn't see his wife like this.

He didn't waste any more time and was by her side, standing behind her, and wrapping his arms around her waist.

He felt her body shaking under his hands and started to rub circles on her waist from the left side to calm her.

When he felt that she started to calm down a little bit, he said in a soft tone, "Answer the phone, babe; I'm here with you; don't worry."

She nodded her head, took a deep breath, and pressed the answer button.

"Assalamu Alaikum," said the caller in a tender tone, but Jass didn't answer right away; she had missed the owner of that voice, but she wouldn't tell; she still couldn't forget.

She woke up from her trance with her name being called, "Jass... Jasmine Habibty, are you still with me?" She can hear the worry in her voice.

"Assalamu alaikum, mother." Her voice trembled, and her husband heard it, so he tightened his hold on her and put a tender kiss on top of her head.