Finally finding my voice, I whispered in her ear, “I would be honored to be your first.”
With those words, I felt a change is Hasiba. Her body relaxed, any previous trepidation had left her. She surrendered herself to me. I felt her hands in my hair and her lips on my mouth, urging me on, letting me know that I was doing something that she liked, but she left it up to me to make any advances.
I fell on top of her, perspiration from the warm evening lubricating my movements as I let my hands wander over her heaving chest and the smooth skin of her back. Hasiba arched her spine and exposed her throat to me. I painted her long graceful neck with my tongue, enjoying the salty taste of her skin, as I sent my hands exploring lower.
Her taut stomach quaked with shallow, rapid breaths as I slid my fingers over and around her warm skin, wanting nothing more than to dive in and touch her treasures, but at the same time savoring the anticipation.