We kissed until dinner was ready. Then we ate. Nasrin insisted, saying we would need our strength later. I barely noticed the food, despite the aromas tickling my nostrils, but I was glad for the energy suffusing my body and the warmth as I downed yet another glass of tea. I dropped my fork when Jawid took my hand and gently bit my fingertip. My legs trembled when Nasrin kissed me and gently led me upstairs to get me ready.
Halfway up the steps, I turned and saw Jawid, facing the fireplace, his tea cupped in both hands as he stared into the flames. In the light, he looked so civilized, yet so sensuous, raw and wild — and so handsome, kind and quietly strong. Perhaps he was strong enough to accept both my world and his. Perhaps we all were. I turned and followed Nasrin up the stairs.
The bedroom was through the first door on the right. Nasrin adjusted a dimmer switch, bathing the room in a soft, golden glow. I curled my toes into the deep greens and burnt orange patterns in the thick Persian carpet. Nasrin clicked on the stereo, and hauntingly erotic music filled the air — tambours and stringed instruments I couldn’t identify. Then she turned down the covers on the king-sized bed. Even from across the room, I could see the softness in the pure, white cotton sheets. Nasrin smiled at me as she reached up and undid the clip in her hair. Her thick tresses fell almost to her waist in silky black waves.
“Your hair is beautiful,” I said, nervously wiping my palms on my thighs, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. “I’ve always wanted long straight hair.”
“Thank you. I’ve always wanted short, carefree hair, like yours.” She walked over to me and took my hands. “Red hair. It seems so wonderfully exotic.” Her thumbs stroked my palms. Then her fingers glided up to my neck, stroking lightly, toying with the curls, weaving one around her finger. “It would give me great pleasure to prepare you for Jawid, Amanda.” She cupped my cheek. I leaned into her hand, nodding in spite of the butterflies in my stomach.
Her fingertips stroked my cheek and she kissed me. Her breath smelled of raisins and honey and lemon. I didn’t resist. I’d never kissed a woman before, but the moistness of her parted lips felt so right. I wanted her, as part of Jawid, and for herself.
Still, I trembled when her fingers started unbuttoning my blouse. She slid my clothing off, one inch at a time, stroking the newly unveiled skin with her fingertips while she gently sucked my tongue. When I was naked, she took me into the bathroom and slathered my legs with depilatory cream. Her foam-covered hand slid between my legs, and I gasped.
“I. . I didn’t think the women in your country shaved there.”
“They don’t,” she said. “But Jawid likes it. Do you mind?”
I shook my head, surprised that I was excited rather than bothered by having Jawid’s wife, his first wife, I corrected myself, teaching me new things about him. The cream tingled, but I tried to ignore it as I brushed my teeth and watched Nasrin strip. Her body was as beautiful as her face. Her nipples were a dusky rose, softer and fuller than my tight pink tips. I blushed when she noticed me watching her. Unembarrassed, she stretched her arms high over her head, then ran her hands down the length of her lithe, supple body. Her palms circled her nipples, causing them to perk up into hard tight peaks. Her hands moved lower, sliding between her naked labia as she spread her legs wider, stroking over the flash of gold metal exposed between her legs.
“Are you pierced?” I stammered.
Nasrin winked. She opened her legs and tugged on the shiny bar pierced through the hood of her beautifully protruding clit.
“This is also not traditional. It took me a long time to convince Jawid that I would not damage my sex with the piercing.” She flicked the bar and shivered. “After much discussion and research, he accompanied me to the piercers. He held me down, so the needle would strike true.” Her breathing quickened and a flush suffused her chest as she tugged again. “I was more afraid than the night when I gave my virginity to Jawid. But I begged him to let me do it. He held me flat to the table, and he kissed me, giving his tongue to suck as the needle pierced me. I screamed.” Suddenly, she panted and blushed, shuddering through a shimmering orgasm. When her breathing slowed, she smiled at me and stretched again. “Jawid came in his pants. But the piercing is wonderful. Sometimes, I climax just from walking.”
She moved to my side and kissed my shoulder. “Our stroll through the Arboretum was especially wonderful today. But that was as much from the pleasure of your company as it was from this wicked, nasty bar.” She marched me into the shower and rinsed my legs and vulva with quick, businesslike motions. Then she led me from the steaming shower and into the huge, sunken tub that took up the entire far corner of the room.
My muscles turned to putty as she washed me, massaging the tension from every inch of my body. At her insistence, I leaned back and concentrated on nothing but my breathing, the warmth of the water, and the incredible sensuality of her touch. She kissed her way down my breast and tenderly sucked my nipple into her mouth.
“Nasrin,” I moaned, unsure if I wanted to pull away or arch towards her. “Is th-this also traditional?”
“No, love,” she murmured. “But I want to do it.” She peppered me with kisses. “You will appreciate Jawid’s ministrations more if your nipples are already swollen with passion when you enter his bed. Now hush, and let me prepare you, so this is a night of most exquisite pleasures.”
Her lips moved to my other breast, and I leaned back and let the warm, scented water surround me. Nasrin’s lips were pure, luscious torment. I shuddered each time I looked down and saw her full painted lips surrounding my areola, slowly and deliberately suckling the light cream of my breast. She sucked me until I was tender to even the lightest flick of her tongue. Then her fingers stroked down over my belly, and rested on my newly denuded and exquisitely sensitive mound.
“Grab the bars above your head, so I can prepare the rest of you.”
I obeyed without thinking, letting myself float on the water as Nasrin moved between my legs and her strong, warm hands lifted my hips. I felt the heat of her breath on my pubes. Then I gripped the bars and held on for dear life as Nasrin lowered herself into the water, neck deep, placed my open thighs on her shoulders, and slowly swiped her tongue up the length of my slit.
“Oh, God!” I groaned.
“You taste sweet,” she said.
I cried out as her tongue flicked my clit. My newly shaved skin registered even the lightest of touches. I writhed as she licked and sucked and probed.
“This nub, too, should be tender and swollen.” She sucked me into her mouth, dipping her fingers deep into my cunt. “Your juices are sweet, Amanda. Jawid loves the taste of a woman’s passion. He will be so hard and hungry when he pleasures you.”
An orgasm was building deep within me. It had been so long since I had made love with Jawid. I’d been too depressed to even masturbate. I arched up into Nasrin’s face, groaning with need and frustration. She sat back.
“Please,” I begged, squirming in the water. Memories of Jawid licking between my legs blurred into the desire for more of the flailing female tongue that had also sucked him to orgasm. “Do it more, Nasrin.”
“No,” she laughed, shaking her head. “My task is to prepare you. Your orgasm is your gift to Jawid.” She massaged my legs and took my foot in her hands. “I will relax you for a while, then I will prepare you some more.”
When my body had calmed, Nasrin helped me from the tub and towelled me dry. Then she took my shaking hands and led me to the bed. Three more times she brought me to the brink of orgasm. I was almost insane with lust when I looked up to see Jawid watching us. He had changed into traditional garb and was leaning against the wall, smiling at us, his dark eyes glittering with desire. His erection tented out the front of his loose cotton pants.