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Chapter 39: Janina (Act 4)
A minute passed, then two. The bar hummed around him, but Rahim barely registered it. His thoughts were consumed by Janina...her laugh, her touch, the way she’d looked at him just before she left. Before he could second-guess himself, he stood up and made his way toward the private bathroom she’d mentioned.
The narrow corridor was dimly lit, the air heavy with the scent of stale beer and cologne. His heart pounded in his chest as he approached the door marked Private, his hand trembling slightly as he reached for the handle. He hesitated for a moment, then pushed the door open and stepped inside.
The bathroom was small but clean, the faint scent of vanilla soap lingering in the air. Janina stood at the basin, washing her hands under the running water. She glanced up at the mirror, her eyes widening slightly when she saw him reflected behind her.
“Rahim?” she said, her voice tinged with surprise. She turned to face him, her brow furrowing as she took in the determined look on his face. “What are you....”
Before she could finish, Rahim closed the door behind him and locked it with a soft click. The sound seemed to echo in the cramped space, amplifying the tension between them. He took a step closer, his eyes never leaving hers.
Rahim didn’t answer right away. Instead, he closed the distance between them until he was standing behind her, mere inches apart. His gaze flickered down to her lips, then back up to meet her eyes. "I couldn’t stop thinking about you," he admitted, his voice low and rough with desire, each word practically reverberating in the small space.
Janina’s breath hitched again, her chest rising and falling more rapidly now. "Rahim," she said again, her voice softer this time, almost a whisper. Her eyes searched his, partially hesitant, but also lit with a flicker of curiosity. "What are you doing?"
Without a word, Rahim stepped closer, his body pressing lightly against hers. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, his strong frame enveloping her in a way that felt both protective and possessive. Janina stiffened for a moment, her hands resting on the edge of the sink as if bracing herself. "Rahim, we shouldn’t..."
"Shh," he murmured, cutting her off gently. His lips brushed against the curve of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. His breath was warm against her skin, and she could feel the faintest scbang of his stubble as he began to place slow, deliberate kisses along her neck.
Janina tried to resist him, her voice trembling slightly. "This is wrong," she whispered, though her body seemed to have a mind of its own as she arched slightly into him.
"I know," Rahim replied, his voice thick with regret and desire. His hands slid down to her hips, pulling her closer until her back was pressed firmly against his chest. He could feel the curve of her ass through her tight skirt, and it was impossible to ignore how inviting it was. "I’m sorry," he added softly, though his hands didn’t stop their exploration. "I just… I needed this. I need you."
Janina hesitated, her fingers gripping the edge of the sink tighter as she turned her head slightly to look at him. Her eyes were wide, filled with a mix of uncertainty and something darker, something that matched the heat in his own gaze. "Rahim," she whispered again, her voice barely audible. "We can’t...stop!"
But he cut her off again, this time with his lips. He kissed her neck more urgently now, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts through her dress. Janina gasped, her resolve wavering as she leaned back into him. Her body was betraying her, and they both knew it.
Finally, she turned fully in his arms, their faces inches apart. "Rahim," she breathed, her voice shaking with a mix of fear and desire. "This isn’t..."
"I know," he interrupted again, his voice rough but tender. He cupped her face in his hands, his eyes searching hers for permission. "Just… let me kiss you. Just once."
Janina hesitated for what felt like an eternity, her heart pounding in her chest. Then, slowly, almost imperceptibly, she nodded.
Their lips met in a tentative kiss at first...soft, cautious, as if testing the waters. But then something shifted. The tension between them crackled like electricity, and the kiss deepened. Janina’s hands found their way to his shoulders, clutching him as if she were afraid he might pull away. Rahim’s arms tightened around her waist, pulling her flush against him.
They kissed like that for what felt like forever slowly at first, then with growing intensity. Their tongues tangled, their breaths mingling as the heat between them escalated. Rahim’s hands roamed her back, then slid lower to cup her ass again, squeezing gently. Janina moaned softly against his lips, her body arching into his.
When they finally broke apart, both were breathing heavily. Janina’s cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly swollen from the intensity of their kiss. She looked up at him with wide eyes, her voice barely a whisper. "Rahim…"
Rahim didn’t say anything. Instead, his gaze dropped to her chest, where the strap of her black mini dress had slipped slightly during their embrace. The sight of her cleavage, her huge assets made his mouth go dry. She was way bigger than Lina, fuller in ways that made his entire body ache with desire. His hands trembled slightly as they hovered near the straps of her dress, his mind racing with thoughts he knew he shouldn’t be having.
“Janina,” he whispered, his voice thick with something she’d never heard from him before. Before she could protest or even process what was happening, Rahim gently pulled down the straps of her dress, letting the fabric fall to reveal her naked breasts. Her breath hitched as the cool air brushed against her skin, but she didn’t stop him. She couldn’t.
His eyes widened as he took in the sight of her, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice ragged. Without waiting for a response, he leaned in, his lips brushing against the curve of one breast. Janina gasped, her hands instinctively reaching out to grip the edge of the sink behind her.
“Rahim,” she breathed, her voice trembling. “We… we shouldn’t...”
But he wasn’t listening. His mouth closed over her nipple, sucking gently at first, then with increasing intensity. Janina’s head fell back, a soft moan escaping her lips as her fingers tangled in his hair. “Oh God,” she whispered, her voice shaky. “You… you should stop.”
He didn’t stop. Instead, he shifted his attention to her other breast, his tongue circling her nipple before taking it into his mouth again. Janina’s body arched into him, her whimpers growing louder as he alternated between her breasts, his hands cupping and kneading them with a firmness that sent waves of pleasure through her.
“Rahim,” she managed to say between breaths, her voice strained. “This… this is wrong.”
“I know,” he murmured against her skin, his lips trailing down to the valley between her breasts. “But I can’t stop.” His hand brushed against her thigh, his fingers skimming higher until they grazed the hem of her panties. Janina’s eyes fluttered shut, her body trembling as his touch grew bolder.
She reached down, her fingers brushing against his hardness through his pants. “Rahim,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “You’re so… I can’t...”
He groaned against her skin, his lips moving back up to capture her mouth in a fierce kiss. Janina melted into him, her resolve crumbling as their tongues tangled. She could feel his desperation, his need, and it only fueled her own. When he finally broke the kiss, they were both breathing heavily, their foreheads pressed together.
“I want you,” he said, his voice low and rough. “All of you.”
Janina hesitated, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. But before she could respond, Rahim turned her around to face the mirror, her reflection staring back at her with wide, lust-filled eyes. He bent her forward slightly, his hands sliding up her thighs beneath the hem of her dress.
“Rahim,” she said, panic creeping into her voice. “Wait...”
But he didn’t wait. With a swift motion, he pulled down her panties, exposing her bare ass to the cool air. Janina’s cheeks flushed as she watched him in the mirror, his eyes dark with desire. He knelt behind her, his hands gripping her hips tightly.
“You’re incredible,” he murmured, his lips brushing against the curve of her ass. Janina whimpered, her fingers gripping the edge of the sink as he began to kiss his way down, his tongue tracing a path to where she was most sensitive.
“Rahim,” she gasped, her knees threatening to buckle as his tongue found her clit. He licked and sucked with a fervor that left her breathless, his fingers slipping inside her as he worked her body with unrelenting intensity.
“You taste so good,” he groaned against her, his voice sending shivers down her spine. Janina moaned, her hips rocking against his mouth as pleasure built within her. “I can’t get enough of you.”
Her orgasm hit her suddenly, violently, every muscle in her body clenching as she cried out his name. Rahim didn’t stop until she was trembling and weak-kneed, her juices dripping down her thighs as he licked them away with a hunger that left her dazed.
When he finally stood, pulling her back against him, Janina could barely stand on her own. She sighed, leaning into his touch for a moment before gripping the edge of the basin for support.
“We need to get back before someone notices we’re gone,” she said, her voice shaky but firm, her eyes darting to the door as if expecting it to burst open at any moment.
But Rahim wasn’t ready to stop. His breath was ragged, his body trembling with pent-up need. He stepped closer, his hands sliding around her waist as he pulled her back against him. Janina could feel the hardness of his cock pressing into her through his pants, and her heart raced.
“Rahim,” she started, her voice pleading, “we can’t...”
“I want you,” he interrupted, his voice low and rough with desperation. His hands moved to the hem of her dress, lifting it up again, exposing her bare ass to the cool air of the bathroom. Janina’s breath hitched as she watched his reflection in the mirror, his hands cupping her naked breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples gently at first, then with increasing intensity.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Rahim murmured, his lips brushing against her neck as he ground his cock against her ass. Janina whimpered, her body responding despite her hesitation. She could feel his need, his urgency, and it was both thrilling and terrifying.
“Rahim, this isn’t right,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “We should stop.”
A minute passed, then two. The bar hummed around him, but Rahim barely registered it. His thoughts were consumed by Janina...her laugh, her touch, the way she’d looked at him just before she left. Before he could second-guess himself, he stood up and made his way toward the private bathroom she’d mentioned.
The narrow corridor was dimly lit, the air heavy with the scent of stale beer and cologne. His heart pounded in his chest as he approached the door marked Private, his hand trembling slightly as he reached for the handle. He hesitated for a moment, then pushed the door open and stepped inside.
The bathroom was small but clean, the faint scent of vanilla soap lingering in the air. Janina stood at the basin, washing her hands under the running water. She glanced up at the mirror, her eyes widening slightly when she saw him reflected behind her.
“Rahim?” she said, her voice tinged with surprise. She turned to face him, her brow furrowing as she took in the determined look on his face. “What are you....”
Before she could finish, Rahim closed the door behind him and locked it with a soft click. The sound seemed to echo in the cramped space, amplifying the tension between them. He took a step closer, his eyes never leaving hers.
Rahim didn’t answer right away. Instead, he closed the distance between them until he was standing behind her, mere inches apart. His gaze flickered down to her lips, then back up to meet her eyes. "I couldn’t stop thinking about you," he admitted, his voice low and rough with desire, each word practically reverberating in the small space.
Janina’s breath hitched again, her chest rising and falling more rapidly now. "Rahim," she said again, her voice softer this time, almost a whisper. Her eyes searched his, partially hesitant, but also lit with a flicker of curiosity. "What are you doing?"
Without a word, Rahim stepped closer, his body pressing lightly against hers. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, his strong frame enveloping her in a way that felt both protective and possessive. Janina stiffened for a moment, her hands resting on the edge of the sink as if bracing herself. "Rahim, we shouldn’t..."
"Shh," he murmured, cutting her off gently. His lips brushed against the curve of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. His breath was warm against her skin, and she could feel the faintest scbang of his stubble as he began to place slow, deliberate kisses along her neck.
Janina tried to resist him, her voice trembling slightly. "This is wrong," she whispered, though her body seemed to have a mind of its own as she arched slightly into him.
"I know," Rahim replied, his voice thick with regret and desire. His hands slid down to her hips, pulling her closer until her back was pressed firmly against his chest. He could feel the curve of her ass through her tight skirt, and it was impossible to ignore how inviting it was. "I’m sorry," he added softly, though his hands didn’t stop their exploration. "I just… I needed this. I need you."
Janina hesitated, her fingers gripping the edge of the sink tighter as she turned her head slightly to look at him. Her eyes were wide, filled with a mix of uncertainty and something darker, something that matched the heat in his own gaze. "Rahim," she whispered again, her voice barely audible. "We can’t...stop!"
But he cut her off again, this time with his lips. He kissed her neck more urgently now, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts through her dress. Janina gasped, her resolve wavering as she leaned back into him. Her body was betraying her, and they both knew it.
Finally, she turned fully in his arms, their faces inches apart. "Rahim," she breathed, her voice shaking with a mix of fear and desire. "This isn’t..."
"I know," he interrupted again, his voice rough but tender. He cupped her face in his hands, his eyes searching hers for permission. "Just… let me kiss you. Just once."
Janina hesitated for what felt like an eternity, her heart pounding in her chest. Then, slowly, almost imperceptibly, she nodded.
Their lips met in a tentative kiss at first...soft, cautious, as if testing the waters. But then something shifted. The tension between them crackled like electricity, and the kiss deepened. Janina’s hands found their way to his shoulders, clutching him as if she were afraid he might pull away. Rahim’s arms tightened around her waist, pulling her flush against him.
They kissed like that for what felt like forever slowly at first, then with growing intensity. Their tongues tangled, their breaths mingling as the heat between them escalated. Rahim’s hands roamed her back, then slid lower to cup her ass again, squeezing gently. Janina moaned softly against his lips, her body arching into his.
When they finally broke apart, both were breathing heavily. Janina’s cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly swollen from the intensity of their kiss. She looked up at him with wide eyes, her voice barely a whisper. "Rahim…"
Rahim didn’t say anything. Instead, his gaze dropped to her chest, where the strap of her black mini dress had slipped slightly during their embrace. The sight of her cleavage, her huge assets made his mouth go dry. She was way bigger than Lina, fuller in ways that made his entire body ache with desire. His hands trembled slightly as they hovered near the straps of her dress, his mind racing with thoughts he knew he shouldn’t be having.
“Janina,” he whispered, his voice thick with something she’d never heard from him before. Before she could protest or even process what was happening, Rahim gently pulled down the straps of her dress, letting the fabric fall to reveal her naked breasts. Her breath hitched as the cool air brushed against her skin, but she didn’t stop him. She couldn’t.
His eyes widened as he took in the sight of her, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice ragged. Without waiting for a response, he leaned in, his lips brushing against the curve of one breast. Janina gasped, her hands instinctively reaching out to grip the edge of the sink behind her.
“Rahim,” she breathed, her voice trembling. “We… we shouldn’t...”
But he wasn’t listening. His mouth closed over her nipple, sucking gently at first, then with increasing intensity. Janina’s head fell back, a soft moan escaping her lips as her fingers tangled in his hair. “Oh God,” she whispered, her voice shaky. “You… you should stop.”
He didn’t stop. Instead, he shifted his attention to her other breast, his tongue circling her nipple before taking it into his mouth again. Janina’s body arched into him, her whimpers growing louder as he alternated between her breasts, his hands cupping and kneading them with a firmness that sent waves of pleasure through her.
“Rahim,” she managed to say between breaths, her voice strained. “This… this is wrong.”
“I know,” he murmured against her skin, his lips trailing down to the valley between her breasts. “But I can’t stop.” His hand brushed against her thigh, his fingers skimming higher until they grazed the hem of her panties. Janina’s eyes fluttered shut, her body trembling as his touch grew bolder.
She reached down, her fingers brushing against his hardness through his pants. “Rahim,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “You’re so… I can’t...”
He groaned against her skin, his lips moving back up to capture her mouth in a fierce kiss. Janina melted into him, her resolve crumbling as their tongues tangled. She could feel his desperation, his need, and it only fueled her own. When he finally broke the kiss, they were both breathing heavily, their foreheads pressed together.
“I want you,” he said, his voice low and rough. “All of you.”
Janina hesitated, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. But before she could respond, Rahim turned her around to face the mirror, her reflection staring back at her with wide, lust-filled eyes. He bent her forward slightly, his hands sliding up her thighs beneath the hem of her dress.
“Rahim,” she said, panic creeping into her voice. “Wait...”
But he didn’t wait. With a swift motion, he pulled down her panties, exposing her bare ass to the cool air. Janina’s cheeks flushed as she watched him in the mirror, his eyes dark with desire. He knelt behind her, his hands gripping her hips tightly.
“You’re incredible,” he murmured, his lips brushing against the curve of her ass. Janina whimpered, her fingers gripping the edge of the sink as he began to kiss his way down, his tongue tracing a path to where she was most sensitive.
“Rahim,” she gasped, her knees threatening to buckle as his tongue found her clit. He licked and sucked with a fervor that left her breathless, his fingers slipping inside her as he worked her body with unrelenting intensity.
“You taste so good,” he groaned against her, his voice sending shivers down her spine. Janina moaned, her hips rocking against his mouth as pleasure built within her. “I can’t get enough of you.”
Her orgasm hit her suddenly, violently, every muscle in her body clenching as she cried out his name. Rahim didn’t stop until she was trembling and weak-kneed, her juices dripping down her thighs as he licked them away with a hunger that left her dazed.
When he finally stood, pulling her back against him, Janina could barely stand on her own. She sighed, leaning into his touch for a moment before gripping the edge of the basin for support.
“We need to get back before someone notices we’re gone,” she said, her voice shaky but firm, her eyes darting to the door as if expecting it to burst open at any moment.
But Rahim wasn’t ready to stop. His breath was ragged, his body trembling with pent-up need. He stepped closer, his hands sliding around her waist as he pulled her back against him. Janina could feel the hardness of his cock pressing into her through his pants, and her heart raced.
“Rahim,” she started, her voice pleading, “we can’t...”
“I want you,” he interrupted, his voice low and rough with desperation. His hands moved to the hem of her dress, lifting it up again, exposing her bare ass to the cool air of the bathroom. Janina’s breath hitched as she watched his reflection in the mirror, his hands cupping her naked breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples gently at first, then with increasing intensity.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Rahim murmured, his lips brushing against her neck as he ground his cock against her ass. Janina whimpered, her body responding despite her hesitation. She could feel his need, his urgency, and it was both thrilling and terrifying.
“Rahim, this isn’t right,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “We should stop.”
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