Romance An Old Debt has to be Paid..by salir

[Salir]

Nadir continues:
 
Meena is now sleeping for sure; I tell myself. I can go and watch some of my saved recordings of her and Mansour and satisfy myself. But then I think, I want her, I need her velvet body, her hot and unique femininity at this moment.
 
As I enter the bedroom, I notice, in dim light of moon, which is spying through the window, that my sleeping angel has her eyes open.
 
Something is strange. Meena is not wearing her pyjamas. I know she loves them. Sometimes it seems like half her wardrobe is sleepwear, from the full-length striped flannel to the little satin shorts and tops to the brief, thin nighties. And if it’s not the dedicated sleepwear, she slides under the covers with at least her panties on, but usually a long shirt or a tank top as well.
 
Sometimes I’m blessed by her lingerie, all straps and lace cutouts, accentuating her considerable assets, but never giving it all away.
 
There is a fundamental inequality in exposure when we go to bed, but it doesn’t bother me at all. I like to sleep in the nude. Stark naked. No underwear, no socks, just my skin and the covers. I have this habit basically since my childhood.
 
She is usually in bed reading by the time I come in, but not this time. She is lying there, completely in nude. I go closer and at the same time I take off my trousers, underpants, and my T-shirt in a hurry. I lie down next to her on my side looking at her beauty.
 
Meena smiles and gives me a look of complete sensuousness, beckoning to me with her forefinger.
Her naked body as always looking like a vision from a fantasy for me.
 
“Are you a siren sent on the earth by the gods to ruin my innocence?”  I ask.
“Yes,” she answers and smiles. “And you have no power to resist me.”
I approach my head to her, looking deeply into her eyes.
“Then I will not resist you if that is my fate.”
 
And I kiss her. Seems like this is our first time. Softly at first, and then fully on the lips. Her mouth opens and her tongue finds mine as we embrace.
 
We lay kissing for the longest time. I knew her lips, they are full and soft and Meena is a wonderful kisser. She  was always a good kisser, but in paticular after her affair with Mansour, she kisses so mature. I wonder if she is had an extra lesson by her uncle?!  Hard to know… Then I say myself: Stop thinking Nadir, for now, and enjoy the pure pleasure and innocence of the moment.
 
I kiss her neck and think if there can be another human skin so soft? She coos with pleasure like a pigeon. I kiss her shoulders and the space along her collar bones. My hands are gliding ever so gently and slowly over her skin, taking my time.
 
Meena is caressing me with her entire body, it seems. Her legs are repeatedly sliding over mine, her feet rubbing feet and legs, her fingers touching every part of my back and my shoulders, my arms and my hair. But her hands always seem to draw and wander to my ass, she cups my cheeks and caresses them, holds them and squeezes them. Finally she pulls my ass towards her, as if to pull me inside of her.
 
“I am hot Nadir,” she whispers in my ear, her fingernails digging into my ass. “ I need you. Only you.”
“Only me?” I ask myself. “Am I enough for you?” But I don’t say it loud.
 
My hand slips between her legs and slides up to her pussy, to her shaven womanhood.
 
Merena is right. She is indeed hot, incredibly hot, and wet. Her whole body is writhing, like a live wire pulsating with electricity. I’ve never seen Meena so turned on, so alive with sexuality. At least not for me and with me.
 
I slide my fingers into her cleft, and she lets out a moan. Her pussy is so wet, my fingers are instantly covered with her juices. I caress her labia and she arches her back, murmurs and gasps. She’s so responsive. I so much want to see and hear her come.
 
I find her clit and uncover the swollen mass. I finger it and she cry out, loudly.
 
I watch her closely while sliding my finger deep inside her sweet pussy, pull it out, and over her clit, and back in again. Meena is jerking and pushing her hips against my hand. She moans long and I can see her orgasm is near.
 
I begin to rub her clit faster now, lightly feathering it. My sweet wife arches her back, her breasts pushed up. Her nipples are sticking out, hard and erect. Her eyes are shut and her mouth is open. There comes a guttural moan as her orgasm approaches.
I use that moment to wrap my lips around her erected nipple and suck her heaving breast. She moans again loudly. I suck her hard and she puts her hand behind my head, pulling me to her breast. My finger is still rubbing her clit and her body is jerking and twitching. I glide my mouth down her body and replace my fingers with my tongue. She screams.
 
I sink my tongue into her wetness until I find her clit. I glide my broad tongue over her clit, again and again, while she holds my head with both hands. She's raising her pelvis, thrusting into my face. Her mouth is open and she's moaning with every breath. I thrust my tongue deep in her and slide it out and over her clit. Again. And again. Her fingernails dig into my head and her hips raise and I can feel her tilting over into orgasm.
 
For a long time, I continue giving her the pleasure of my tongue in her pussy. I so much want to please her, to give her the joy of complete sexual release. Meena is now truly orgasmic.
 
After her orgasm subsides, I lay with my head on her thigh and watch her, her breasts heaving, a smile on her beautiful face. She is running her fingers gently through my hair and I feel completely happy and at peace.
 
I think again at her affair and her incredible orgasms with Mansour.
"Nadir?" she says softly.
"Yes."
"I love you, just you."
Is she reading my thought? "I love you too my love," I answer.
 
I lay on my back.  She looks at me, then lifts herself and turn over and lays by my side, with her face at my hips. Now she raises her leg and lifts it over my body. She's on all fours, her head at my crouch, her pussy hovering over my face.
She arches her back and lowers her head in one graceful motion and gently brushes my body with her nipples. I feel the tip of her tongue glide over my cock. She does the motion again and I feel her warm tongue slide over the length of my cock. At the next moment, I feel her lips, her full, fleshy lips, kissing my cock. I become hard almost immediately.
 
Her tongue finds the head of my cock and she begins to lick it. Under the ridge, over the tip, and along the tender underside. I am trembling and electricity is shooting through me with every touch. Finally, her lips wrap around the head of my erection, and I let out a loud moan.
 
"I want so much to give you what you have given me. Complete pleasure," She says.
"That's what I'm feeling my love."
 
Meena smiles and takes my cock into her mouth. Her tongue sends shocks through my body I bstart moan loudly.
She takes me deeper into her mouth and throat. It's incredible what Meena can do with her mouth and tongue. She slides my dick slowly in and then out, using her tongue to stimulate me as she does it. I'm moaning with every sucking and every licking action. She takes me deeper. And deeper. I feel that she has me in her throat now. Deep in her throat. Sucking me. Rhythmically. Stroking my long, hard cock with her mouth and lips and tongue. I feel my erection is huge now. And very hard. She's making it bigger than it has ever, ever been.
 
I am close. I feel I could explode at any moment. I decide to deflect myself by going to work on her pussy. Maybe that will help me avoid coming so soon.
 
I reach up with my hands and grip her perfect ass I lift my head and gently lick the labial lips of her pussy. She responds and lowers her pussy to my face. I start to slowly lick it, along the folds, and then push my warm wet tongue inside her.
 
For a moment, she pauses her sucking, this is a moment of relief for me to pull back from the edge of explosion.  Meena is having trouble to concentrate, my licking has got her attention. I use this moment and sink my tongue deep inside her pussy. Now she is trembling with her whole body. When start to explore her insides, Meena starts to move her pussy in circles against my face. She begins vigorously to suck my cock again.
 
I'm licking the deepest region of her pussy now, and then pulling out to find her clit. Her body is undulating, she's rubbing herself against my tongue, the way she wants it, the way that gets her hot. I'm lifting my hips too, sinking my cock into her mouth, pushing deep into her throat.
 
I'm fucking her face, that beautiful face, while she fucks mine.
 
God, this is so indescribable hot and sexy. I have the feeling that my Meena has been never so sexually responsive. She's putting her whole body into sucking me and rubbing against me. I think at this moment, she can manipulate her body to gain, and give, the most pleasure possible. Is the cause of this, her last night’s dreaming of “him”?  I am putting my entire body into it too.
 
I'm thrusting up with my stiff hard-on and sliding it into her mouth. I'm so hard and feel my member so long and full of cum as never before as I slide deep into her throat. My face is wet from Meena’s dripping pussy and I'm licking and sucking her clit and my tongue sinking deep inside her. I feel like a wild hungry animal completely given over to sexual desire.
 
"Nadir," Meena gasps. "I want you in me."
"Yes, my love, come on top of me. I want to see you. To watch you." I answer.
 
She nods and moves on her hands and knees. Every move she makes is erotic and sexy. She straddles me and I place my hands on her hips. Meena takes my rock hard cock in her hands and raises it upward. She inches forward to position herself over me. She starts to lower herself onto my cock.
 
I'm stroking her legs, watching her. Our eyes are fixed on each others. I feel like I'm in an altered state. I'm aware only of her and my desire for her. I want to be inside her so badly.
 
I feel her pussy on my cock. She's so wet. She rubs the tip along her pussy and then into the folds. I pop inside her and it is so tight, so hot, so wet. It's like a wet, warm fist squeezing the tip of my cock. She lowers herself onto me and lets out a gasp.
 
I watch her slowly raise and lower herself onto my shaft, moving in slow motion, her mouth open, her eyes fixed on mine. Up and down she moves, each time pressing me into her a bit deeper. It's so erotic I can't help myself and I thrust my hips up and into her, grunting as I do.
 
Meena lets out an animalistic shriek.
 
I hold her hips with my hands and press into her, rotating my hips and stroking her with my cock. She moans with pleasure, rocking her head from side to side, her long hair swinging. She raises her arms over her head and starts to undulate on top of me, rubbing herself against my hard shaft. I continue to push myself in and out of her, going deeper each time.
 
Feeling her pussy squeezing me and looking at her beautiful sexy face. I feel like I've never seen nor felt Meena in this state.
 
She puts her hands on my chest, feeling my pectoral muscles, digging her fingernails into them. I reach up and hold her waist, guiding her motions, and then slide up to feel her breasts and fully erect hard nipples. She leans back, resting her hands on my thighs, her head tilted back. She arches her back so that her breasts point straight up to the sky. Her nipples are so big and extended they are her highest point. She grinds her pussy into me, rubbing her clit on the base of my shaft. She lets out a gutteral moan.
 
I quicken the pace of my thrusts and start to slam my pelvis into her. She starts to moan with every thrust, her breasts bouncing as I pummel her. She obvioulsy likes the faster motion and I can tell she is about to come. I could come too, at any moment, but I don't want to. Not yet.
 
She leans forward, grabbing my breast again. Meena is digging into me, and I can tell her orgasm is near. I lift my pelvis high, burying myself in her, and she screams loudly. Then, I pull her hips down and press up with my cock. I'm buried in her pussy up to the hilt. I grind my pubic bone against hers. This time she screams for real. Her body starts to shake, to vibrate. She's cumming. I don't want to cum yet. I want to wait.
 
I keep grinding her with my pelvis and Meena keeps screaming and shuddering. I can feel her pussy contracting. So tight. Her eyes are squeezed shut, she's shaking now, she's orgasming. I want to explode so badly.
 
Finally, her orgasm subsides, and she collapses on my chest. I slowly stroke her, taking my cock all the way out and all the way in. She comes back to life. She starts to move her body with me.
 
"Lover, I want you to give you the orgasm you want. The way you want. How do you want?" She asks gasping.
 
I want to come in her tight hot pussy. On top of her. Staring her in the face. Fucking her deep and hard until I explode deep inside her. That's what I want, to feel that pussy is mine, just mine.
 
Suddenly, as if possessed, I hold her by the torso and turn her over on her back. In an instant, I'm on top of her. Her eyes widen. She sees I'm in total control now.
She looks ready to surrender to me, to give herself to me completely and without reservation. I know she loves to be controlled. T
he past few months showed me that Meena loves to be controlled, to be possessed and sexually dominated. This is the most important summary one could find out from the last months experiences.
 
"Put your legs around my neck," I say.
 
She slowly lifts her legs and lays them on my shoulders. I'm laying against the back of her thighs, and I push my cock deeper in her than it's ever been. She feels me pressing against her insides.
 
"Never you have been so deep in me before my love," she gasps.
 
For a moment a a thought comes into my mind: "Not even your uncle Mansi?". But I hold back from saying that.
 
I look deep in her face and start to pump my body so that my cock penetrates her completely. I'm holding myself up on my elbows and watching her watching me. Again and again, I pump my pelvis into her, filling her, impaling her, splitting her in two. She reaches down and grips my ass with both hands, pulling me deep inside her.
 
I feel my orgasm approaching, this is the greatest lovemaking I have ever enjoyed and I don't want it to end. But I can't hold off. I feel the biggest orgasm of my life approaching.
 
"I want you to come baby... I want to feel you come inside me," says Meena.
 
I push into her, again and again, faster and faster, watching her face, her gorgeous face, and feeling the luscious warm wet folds of her pussy surrounding my hard dick. I press deep and hold it there, her legs around my neck and feel the growing rush flowing from my extremities to my loins.
Meena notices I am close, and she spreads her legs outward, like a flower opening its petals. I give her one last thrust and hold myself deep inside her. I feel an electrical charge shoot through my body and right out my cock. I feel my cum spray her insides. I let out a loud moan.
 
"Yes. Oh yes Nadir," she cries. "Fill me."
 
I thrust again and feel another explosion of cum shoot deep inside her. I can feel her watching me, revealing in the moment, and it turns me on to know she's doing it. Again, I feel my cum spray and I let out a moan that comes from somewhere deep in me. This is what she wants. What we both want.
 
I collapse with my head in the crook of her neck. She wraps her legs around my back like a blanket. We're effectively one, wrapped together, a co-mingling of arms and legs. We lay there the longest time.
 
I am thinking about the last minutes. I am sure and that her last dream of Mansour, her story of her dream about sex with her old bad uncle is the only and basic cause for our such an extraordinarily passionate, great sexual experience at this moment. And I know that she knows this too.
 
After some minutes silence, I look at her eyes and ask her: “Meena, do you miss him?”
She giggles and says: “Do You?”
 
I smile and try to turn me on my side to her: “It doesn’t matter what I feel.”
Meena turns her gaze to other side, looks out of window, and says: “I think it plays a role that we are honest with each other and talk about our feelings.”
 
“Okay, you’re right, but I asked first! And don’t forget to be honest regardless of anything.”
 
“Yes, my dearest,” She looks back into my eyes and adds “I miss him, I miss Mansi a lot! You wanted an honest answer. Are you happy now to know my true feelings about him? “.
In Moonlight I can see a film of tears in her eyes, “Or are you mad on me?”.
 
 “Meena, I respect your feelings and emotions,” I speak softly, “no matter in which direction, sexually or love related, and I am happy to know them.” I hear my last words are shaky.
 
She notices this and caressing my cheek with her fingers murmured: “But love is what I feel for you, just you,” and added “the love that a woman for a man feels.”
 
“But you loved him, didn’t you?”
 
“Yes, I did, but it was another type of love, I love my brother and sister too. “
 
“But you don’t have any sexual desires for them, do you?”
 
“No, for sure not!” “You are right I loved him somehow different.” “Maybe I miss him not personally, but miss the feeling which he gave me,”.
 
“He was very masculine even in some way aggressive but at the same time, considerate and attentive even emotionally tender and for sure confident. He could handle a feminine woman like me, he dominated the life generally.”
 
“Perhaps not his own life, always.” I say, and add, “Any way, today we had an unforgettable und exceptional sex because of him,” and laugh.
 
Meena giggles and speaks, “Really? Was my dream so exciting and arousing for you?”
 
I smile and say, “I must admit yes, And for you?”
 
Meena giggles again and says: “I've been hot and aroused since I've been awake.”
 
I looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost midnight and we had to wake up early. I certainly kn0w where to
end our conversation. I twist around trying to make me comfortable and rub my cock. I am still half had from our hot sex.
 
How can I speak about the thoughts that fill my head not to frighten Meena?
I lay my head back against the pillow closing my eyes. I gather my courage and speak softly: “Do you think we need a replacement for Mansour?”.
 
She looks at me if she doesn't believe what she heard, “Replacement?!”
“I mean not emotionally… but for other things.” I keep talking.
 
She lies down too, and I notice she is looking at the ceiling.
“What other things? I have you for other things.” She murmurs after some short seconds.
 
I understand. She wants to hear everything, any subtle and forbidden in detail.
 
“I mean not just sexually. Enough masculinity, a little dominance, a trace of aggressiveness and at the same time thoughtfulness, tenderness, and subtlety.” And look at her face, “A Master for everything.”
 
She stays quiet and doesn't say anything, still looking at the ceiling.
“I don’t think that you can find somebody with a combination of these characteristics.” finally she says.
 
“Not me alone, we will find him together,” I say.
 
“We’ll see.”
 
“So, yes to Replacement?”
 
“We are tired, and tomorrow is near, let me sleep.”
 
“Just one word and then we can sleep, yes, or no?” I persist.
 
“If there is somebody with these qualities, and you want to, then yes.” Meena speaks tenderly.

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To be continued...