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Chapter 39: Janina (Act 6)
The cold night air hit Rahim like a physical blow, shocking him out of his drunken haze. The sharp, metallic taste of guilt was sudden and overwhelming. He fumbled with his zipper, his fingers clumsy as he stumbled out of the bar’s back entrance, his eyes scanning the nearly empty parking lot.
There. A flicker of movement near a solitary sedan. Janina, her silhouette tense under the weak glow of a distant security light. She was walking fast, her heels tapping a frantic, retreating rhythm on the asphalt.
“Janina! Wait!” he called out, his voice rough.
She didn’t turn around, but her pace faltered. He jogged the short distance, his breath misting in the chill, catching up to her just as she reached for her car door handle.
“Janina, please.” He was slightly out of breath, the full weight of what he’d done crashing down on him. “Just… talk to me. Please.”
She finally turned, and in the dim light, he saw the tear tracks glistening on her cheeks. Her carefully applied makeup was smudged, her eyes wide and shimmering with unshed tears. She looked devastated, and the sight of it carved a hole in his chest.
“What is there to say, Rahim?” Her voice was a fractured whisper. “We… we just… in a bathroom…” She shook her head, unable to finish, her gaze dropping to the ground.
“I know. I’m so sorry. I was… I wasn’t myself.” He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture agitated. “It was wrong. So wrong.”
She didn’t contradict him. Instead, she clicked the key fob, the car’s interior light blinking on as the doors unlocked. “Get in,” she said, her voice hollow. “We can’t do this out here.”
He slid into the passenger seat, the small space instantly filling with the scent of her perfume and the lingering, musky smell of their recent passion. The leather seat was cool against his back. She got in, closed her door, and for a long moment, they just sat in the profound silence, the only sound their uneven breathing fogging the windows, sealing them in a private, intimate bubble.
“I betrayed my wife,” Rahim said, the words tasting like ash. “I’ve never… I’ve never done that.”
Janina stared straight ahead through the windshield into the darkness. “And I almost slept with a married man. A man whose wife is pregnant. My God.” She brought a trembling hand to her forehead.
His own conflicting emotions mirrored hers exactly.
“I wanted it to happen,” he admitted, the confession torn from him. “I was a mess when I came to the bar. Angry. Hurt. Drunk. But with you… for those few minutes… it all just stopped. The noise in my head just stopped. I felt calm. For the first time in weeks, I felt calm. Didn't you feel the same?” He dared a glance at her.
She was quiet for so long he thought she wouldn’t answer. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her hand shaking slightly.
She finally breathed out, the word barely audible. “It’s been… a long time. Too long. My husband and I… we don’t… it’s complicated.” She shifted in her seat, the movement causing her skirt to ride up her thigh. Rahim’s eyes were drawn to the smooth skin, remembering the feel of it under his hands.
A jolt of pure, raw heat went straight to Rahim’s groin. He shifted, trying to discreetly adjust himself. The image of her bent over the sink, her reflection watching them, her full breasts swaying, flooded back with punishing clarity.
“Janina…” His voice was low, thick with a desire he had no right to feel.
“Don’t,” she said, but her protest was weak. She finally turned to look at him, and her eyes were no longer just sad. They were dark, searching, filled with a mirrored hunger. The interior light caught the sheen of perspiration on her collarbone. “We can’t. This was a terrible mistake. A one-time… moment of madness.”
“I know,” he agreed, but he was leaning closer, drawn to her like a magnet. The scent of her, a mix of floral perfume and pure, aroused woman, was overwhelming. “But was it? Nothing happened in the end”
Her breathing shallowed. He could see the rapid flutter of her pulse at the base of her throat. Her lips, still slightly swollen from his kisses, parted.
“What are you saying?” Her question was a breathy challenge.
“I’m saying I can’t stop thinking about it. About you. The way you invited me to take you before I couldn’t....” His gaze dropped to her mouth.
“This is wrong,” she insisted, but it sounded like she was trying to convince herself.
“It is,” he murmured, his face now just inches from hers. The space between them crackled with tension. He could feel the warmth of her skin. “But right now, feeling the way I’m feeling… I don’t seem to care.”
The tension in the car was palpable, thick enough to slice with a knife. Rahim’s hand still cupped Janina’s cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over her skin. Her eyes were wide, conflicted, and he could see the battle raging within her...the tug-of-war between desire and morality.“This is wrong,” she whispered again, her voice trembling. “You’re married. I’m married. We can’t do this.”
Rahim’s jaw tightened, his own inner turmoil mirroring hers. “I know it’s wrong. But when I’m this close to you… I don’t care. I can’t think straight.”
Janina turned her face away, breaking the contact of his hand. “Rahim, stop. This isn’t us. We’re not like this. You’re drunk, and I’m… I’m just…” She trailed off, her breath hitching as his fingers traced down her neck, sending shivers through her body.
“Just what?” he pressed, his voice low and insistent. “Tell me. Because I can feel it too. You want this as much as I do.”
She shook her head, but the movement was weak, half-hearted. “No, I don’t. I can’t.”
But Rahim wasn’t giving up. He leaned closer, his lips hovering inches from hers. “Then why haven’t you pushed me away? Why are you still here?”
Janina’s breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling in rapid succession. She opened her mouth to protest, but before she could form the words, Rahim closed the distance between them, capturing her lips in a searing kiss.
For a moment, she froze, her hands pressing against his chest as if to push him away. But then, with a soft moan, she melted into him, her arms winding around his neck as she kissed him back with equal fervor. The heat between them was instant, a wildfire that neither of them could control.
Rahim’s hands moved to her shoulders, sliding down to grip her waist as he deepened the kiss. His tongue brushed against hers, teasing and demanding, and she responded eagerly, her fingers tangling in his hair. The taste of her was intoxicating, and he couldn’t get enough.
When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless. Janina’s eyes were dark with desire, her lips swollen from his kisses. She opened her mouth to speak, but Rahim didn’t give her the chance. He pulled her back in, his lips crashing against hers again as his hands roamed over her body.
This time, there was no hesitation. Janina moaned into his mouth as his fingers found the hem of her blouse, sliding underneath to skim across her bare skin. His touch was electric, sending sparks shooting through her veins.
“Rahim,” she gasped, pulling back slightly. “We… we shouldn’t…”
But he silenced her with another kiss, his hands moving up to cup her breasts through the fabric of her bra. She arched into his touch, a needy whimper escaping her throat.
“You feel so good,” he murmured against her lips, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. “God, Janina, I can’t stop thinking about you.”
She moaned again, her hands fisting in his shirt as he continued to tease her. “This is insane,” she breathed, but she made no move to stop him.
Rahim’s lips left hers, trailing down her neck to the soft curve of her shoulder. His teeth grazed her skin, eliciting another gasp from her. “Maybe it is,” he admitted between kisses. “But I don’t care. Not right now.”
His hands moved to the straps of her blouse, sliding them down her shoulders and exposing more of her skin to his hungry gaze. Janina shivered as the cool air hit her flesh, but the heat of his mouth quickly replaced it. He kissed his way down her collarbone, his tongue flicking over her sensitive skin.
When he reached the swell of her breasts, he paused, his hands moving to unclasp her bra. The garment fell away, leaving her completely bare to him. Rahim groaned at the sight, his hands immediately moving to cup her ample mounds.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his thumbs brushing over her stiff peaks.
Janina’s breath hitched as he lowered his head, capturing one nipple in his mouth. She cried out as he sucked hard, her hands clutching at his shoulders for support. The sensation was overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
Rahim alternated between her breasts, lavishing each one with attention. His tongue swirled around her nipples, teasing them until they were hard and sensitive.
He sucked and nibbled, leaving marks that would linger long after tonight.
“Rahim,” Janina moaned, her fingers tightening in his hair. “Oh God…”
But he wasn’t finished. His mouth continued its relentless assault on her breasts, sucking and biting as his hands kneaded the soft flesh. He was like a man possessed, unable to get enough of her.
Eventually, Janina pushed him back slightly, her breathing ragged. “Wait,” she panted, looking around the dimly lit parking lot. “We… we can’t do this here. Someone might see.”
Rahim nodded reluctantly, understanding the risk. Without a word, he climbed into the back seat, pulling Janina with him. The space was cramped, but neither of them cared. They were too consumed by their shared need.
Once settled, Janina straddled Rahim’s lap, her hands immediately moving to undo his belt. She pulled his pants and boxers down in one swift motion, freeing his throbbing erection. For a moment, she hesitated, staring at him with a mix of desire and uncertainty.
“Janina,” Rahim rasped, his hands gripping her hips. “Please…”
She bit her lip, torn between her conscience and the overwhelming desire coursing through her veins. Finally, she made up her mind. Leaning down, she pressed a tentative kiss to the tip of his cock.
Rahim groaned at the contact, his hips bucking involuntarily. Encouraged by his reaction, Janina took him fully into her mouth, sucking gently at first before increasing the pressure.
“Oh fuck,” Rahim moaned, his hands tangling in her hair as she began to move up and down his length. Her tongue swirled around him, teasing the sensitive underside of his shaft.
Janina alternated between slow and fast movements, driving him wild with desire. She deep-throated him effortlessly, taking him deeper than anyone ever had before. Rahim couldn’t believe how skilled she was with every flick of her tongue, every suck of her lips sent him spiraling closer to the edge.
He moaned her name over and over, his hands gripping the headrest for support as she worked him with expert precision. Just when he thought he couldn’t take anymore, she would ease off, prolonging the torture.
“Janina,” he gasped, his voice rough with need. “You’re incredible. Don’t stop.”
She didn’t. Instead, she increased the pace, bobbing up and down his length with a rhythm that left him breathless. Rahim’s hands moved to her breasts again, squeezing and kneading them as she continued to pleasure him.
The combination of sensations was too much. Rahim could feel himself teetering on the edge of release, his entire body taut with anticipation.
“Janina,” he warned, his voice strained. “I’m close…”
With one final, powerful thrust, Rahim let go, his body shuddering as he spilled inside her mouth. He kept pumping, drawing out every last drop of pleasure until he was completely spent.
The cold night air hit Rahim like a physical blow, shocking him out of his drunken haze. The sharp, metallic taste of guilt was sudden and overwhelming. He fumbled with his zipper, his fingers clumsy as he stumbled out of the bar’s back entrance, his eyes scanning the nearly empty parking lot.
There. A flicker of movement near a solitary sedan. Janina, her silhouette tense under the weak glow of a distant security light. She was walking fast, her heels tapping a frantic, retreating rhythm on the asphalt.
“Janina! Wait!” he called out, his voice rough.
She didn’t turn around, but her pace faltered. He jogged the short distance, his breath misting in the chill, catching up to her just as she reached for her car door handle.
“Janina, please.” He was slightly out of breath, the full weight of what he’d done crashing down on him. “Just… talk to me. Please.”
She finally turned, and in the dim light, he saw the tear tracks glistening on her cheeks. Her carefully applied makeup was smudged, her eyes wide and shimmering with unshed tears. She looked devastated, and the sight of it carved a hole in his chest.
“What is there to say, Rahim?” Her voice was a fractured whisper. “We… we just… in a bathroom…” She shook her head, unable to finish, her gaze dropping to the ground.
“I know. I’m so sorry. I was… I wasn’t myself.” He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture agitated. “It was wrong. So wrong.”
She didn’t contradict him. Instead, she clicked the key fob, the car’s interior light blinking on as the doors unlocked. “Get in,” she said, her voice hollow. “We can’t do this out here.”
He slid into the passenger seat, the small space instantly filling with the scent of her perfume and the lingering, musky smell of their recent passion. The leather seat was cool against his back. She got in, closed her door, and for a long moment, they just sat in the profound silence, the only sound their uneven breathing fogging the windows, sealing them in a private, intimate bubble.
“I betrayed my wife,” Rahim said, the words tasting like ash. “I’ve never… I’ve never done that.”
Janina stared straight ahead through the windshield into the darkness. “And I almost slept with a married man. A man whose wife is pregnant. My God.” She brought a trembling hand to her forehead.
His own conflicting emotions mirrored hers exactly.
“I wanted it to happen,” he admitted, the confession torn from him. “I was a mess when I came to the bar. Angry. Hurt. Drunk. But with you… for those few minutes… it all just stopped. The noise in my head just stopped. I felt calm. For the first time in weeks, I felt calm. Didn't you feel the same?” He dared a glance at her.
She was quiet for so long he thought she wouldn’t answer. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her hand shaking slightly.
She finally breathed out, the word barely audible. “It’s been… a long time. Too long. My husband and I… we don’t… it’s complicated.” She shifted in her seat, the movement causing her skirt to ride up her thigh. Rahim’s eyes were drawn to the smooth skin, remembering the feel of it under his hands.
A jolt of pure, raw heat went straight to Rahim’s groin. He shifted, trying to discreetly adjust himself. The image of her bent over the sink, her reflection watching them, her full breasts swaying, flooded back with punishing clarity.
“Janina…” His voice was low, thick with a desire he had no right to feel.
“Don’t,” she said, but her protest was weak. She finally turned to look at him, and her eyes were no longer just sad. They were dark, searching, filled with a mirrored hunger. The interior light caught the sheen of perspiration on her collarbone. “We can’t. This was a terrible mistake. A one-time… moment of madness.”
“I know,” he agreed, but he was leaning closer, drawn to her like a magnet. The scent of her, a mix of floral perfume and pure, aroused woman, was overwhelming. “But was it? Nothing happened in the end”
Her breathing shallowed. He could see the rapid flutter of her pulse at the base of her throat. Her lips, still slightly swollen from his kisses, parted.
“What are you saying?” Her question was a breathy challenge.
“I’m saying I can’t stop thinking about it. About you. The way you invited me to take you before I couldn’t....” His gaze dropped to her mouth.
“This is wrong,” she insisted, but it sounded like she was trying to convince herself.
“It is,” he murmured, his face now just inches from hers. The space between them crackled with tension. He could feel the warmth of her skin. “But right now, feeling the way I’m feeling… I don’t seem to care.”
The tension in the car was palpable, thick enough to slice with a knife. Rahim’s hand still cupped Janina’s cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over her skin. Her eyes were wide, conflicted, and he could see the battle raging within her...the tug-of-war between desire and morality.“This is wrong,” she whispered again, her voice trembling. “You’re married. I’m married. We can’t do this.”
Rahim’s jaw tightened, his own inner turmoil mirroring hers. “I know it’s wrong. But when I’m this close to you… I don’t care. I can’t think straight.”
Janina turned her face away, breaking the contact of his hand. “Rahim, stop. This isn’t us. We’re not like this. You’re drunk, and I’m… I’m just…” She trailed off, her breath hitching as his fingers traced down her neck, sending shivers through her body.
“Just what?” he pressed, his voice low and insistent. “Tell me. Because I can feel it too. You want this as much as I do.”
She shook her head, but the movement was weak, half-hearted. “No, I don’t. I can’t.”
But Rahim wasn’t giving up. He leaned closer, his lips hovering inches from hers. “Then why haven’t you pushed me away? Why are you still here?”
Janina’s breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling in rapid succession. She opened her mouth to protest, but before she could form the words, Rahim closed the distance between them, capturing her lips in a searing kiss.
For a moment, she froze, her hands pressing against his chest as if to push him away. But then, with a soft moan, she melted into him, her arms winding around his neck as she kissed him back with equal fervor. The heat between them was instant, a wildfire that neither of them could control.
Rahim’s hands moved to her shoulders, sliding down to grip her waist as he deepened the kiss. His tongue brushed against hers, teasing and demanding, and she responded eagerly, her fingers tangling in his hair. The taste of her was intoxicating, and he couldn’t get enough.
When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless. Janina’s eyes were dark with desire, her lips swollen from his kisses. She opened her mouth to speak, but Rahim didn’t give her the chance. He pulled her back in, his lips crashing against hers again as his hands roamed over her body.
This time, there was no hesitation. Janina moaned into his mouth as his fingers found the hem of her blouse, sliding underneath to skim across her bare skin. His touch was electric, sending sparks shooting through her veins.
“Rahim,” she gasped, pulling back slightly. “We… we shouldn’t…”
But he silenced her with another kiss, his hands moving up to cup her breasts through the fabric of her bra. She arched into his touch, a needy whimper escaping her throat.
“You feel so good,” he murmured against her lips, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. “God, Janina, I can’t stop thinking about you.”
She moaned again, her hands fisting in his shirt as he continued to tease her. “This is insane,” she breathed, but she made no move to stop him.
Rahim’s lips left hers, trailing down her neck to the soft curve of her shoulder. His teeth grazed her skin, eliciting another gasp from her. “Maybe it is,” he admitted between kisses. “But I don’t care. Not right now.”
His hands moved to the straps of her blouse, sliding them down her shoulders and exposing more of her skin to his hungry gaze. Janina shivered as the cool air hit her flesh, but the heat of his mouth quickly replaced it. He kissed his way down her collarbone, his tongue flicking over her sensitive skin.
When he reached the swell of her breasts, he paused, his hands moving to unclasp her bra. The garment fell away, leaving her completely bare to him. Rahim groaned at the sight, his hands immediately moving to cup her ample mounds.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his thumbs brushing over her stiff peaks.
Janina’s breath hitched as he lowered his head, capturing one nipple in his mouth. She cried out as he sucked hard, her hands clutching at his shoulders for support. The sensation was overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
Rahim alternated between her breasts, lavishing each one with attention. His tongue swirled around her nipples, teasing them until they were hard and sensitive.
He sucked and nibbled, leaving marks that would linger long after tonight.
“Rahim,” Janina moaned, her fingers tightening in his hair. “Oh God…”
But he wasn’t finished. His mouth continued its relentless assault on her breasts, sucking and biting as his hands kneaded the soft flesh. He was like a man possessed, unable to get enough of her.
Eventually, Janina pushed him back slightly, her breathing ragged. “Wait,” she panted, looking around the dimly lit parking lot. “We… we can’t do this here. Someone might see.”
Rahim nodded reluctantly, understanding the risk. Without a word, he climbed into the back seat, pulling Janina with him. The space was cramped, but neither of them cared. They were too consumed by their shared need.
Once settled, Janina straddled Rahim’s lap, her hands immediately moving to undo his belt. She pulled his pants and boxers down in one swift motion, freeing his throbbing erection. For a moment, she hesitated, staring at him with a mix of desire and uncertainty.
“Janina,” Rahim rasped, his hands gripping her hips. “Please…”
She bit her lip, torn between her conscience and the overwhelming desire coursing through her veins. Finally, she made up her mind. Leaning down, she pressed a tentative kiss to the tip of his cock.
Rahim groaned at the contact, his hips bucking involuntarily. Encouraged by his reaction, Janina took him fully into her mouth, sucking gently at first before increasing the pressure.
“Oh fuck,” Rahim moaned, his hands tangling in her hair as she began to move up and down his length. Her tongue swirled around him, teasing the sensitive underside of his shaft.
Janina alternated between slow and fast movements, driving him wild with desire. She deep-throated him effortlessly, taking him deeper than anyone ever had before. Rahim couldn’t believe how skilled she was with every flick of her tongue, every suck of her lips sent him spiraling closer to the edge.
He moaned her name over and over, his hands gripping the headrest for support as she worked him with expert precision. Just when he thought he couldn’t take anymore, she would ease off, prolonging the torture.
“Janina,” he gasped, his voice rough with need. “You’re incredible. Don’t stop.”
She didn’t. Instead, she increased the pace, bobbing up and down his length with a rhythm that left him breathless. Rahim’s hands moved to her breasts again, squeezing and kneading them as she continued to pleasure him.
The combination of sensations was too much. Rahim could feel himself teetering on the edge of release, his entire body taut with anticipation.
“Janina,” he warned, his voice strained. “I’m close…”
With one final, powerful thrust, Rahim let go, his body shuddering as he spilled inside her mouth. He kept pumping, drawing out every last drop of pleasure until he was completely spent.
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