Monday, August 10, 2015

Can we just be us? Part 46

Part 46

Meera woke up and checked the clock, it read 8:23 AM. She got out of the bed glancing back to see hamad still asleep.  Remembering the date they had she blushed and walked towards the bathroom. Nothing happened after coming back, and they still haven't talked about their situation. She felt like she was in a new relationship, that phase where both partners trying to read each other’s mind. Remembering that she had a date with her brother she needed to seriously have a talk with him.

Getting out of the bedroom she saw Sarah on the phone sounding all girly and giggling away. It was most probably the guy she liked. After ending the call she decided to talk to her woman to woman

Meera: was it him?

Sarah: yeah (she said with a big smile)

Meera: so are you guys a thing now

Sarah: we hang out mostly with his friend but we didn’t get to talk about it yet

Sarah was actually in the same situation as meera. Boy, are these sisters so much alike

Going back to her room she left meera alone in the kitchen making breakfast.

As she was setting the plates on the table hamad walked in with his wet hair dripping water on the marble floor, seeing him like that never failed to turn her on. He was at his sexiest, wet.

Hamad: did you sleep well last night?

Meera: very

He grinned walking towards her

Hamad: glad you had a good time

Meera: I enjoyed the food

Hamad: oh the food

Meera: and you

Hamad: I come second after food

She just laughed

Hamad: come here

He grabbed her by her hips and pulled her towards him making her body stick to his.

Meera: sara is in her room

Hamad: I know

He said but still grabbing onto her

The only thing that stopped her for having him is her sister walking in on them any second. His wet hair and manly cologne got her horny, bad.

He smiled to her and got his hands off of her then took a seat at the table. He was always good at that, making her want him then stopping right before anything happened. 

Sarah: I'm starving

She said walking towards the table and taking a seat, meera following her

Hamad: what are you doing today?

Referring to Sarah

Sarah: hang out with a friend

Meera: a friend?

Sarah: yeah

She said ending the conversation with just that

Meera: what about you?

Hamad: the guys, hey Sarah why don't you bring your "friend" for dinner

Sarah: here?

She said raising an eyebrow

Meera: why not, we would like to know this friend

Sarah: no that's not going to happen

After finishing her breakfast she got up and walked out the door.

Meera: good talk

Hamad: well now at least we don't have to worry about any one walking in on us

Meera: well there is nothing to walk in on

She said grabbing the plates and taking them to the kitchen

Hamad: you’re damn sexy in that apron

Meera: I can work anything

Hamad: I'm never getting a compliment out of you am I

He just watched her clean everything

Hamad: let me help

He walked towards her and stood behind her then wrapped his arms around her waist.

Meera: smooth

Hamad: I said I was helping

And he was, he was helping by increasing the sexual tension that was already there.

Meera: what are doing today?

Hamad: this

He started to kiss her neck

She liked what got into him suddenly. They would kiss and flirt but this time it was different. She just closed her eyes feeling his lips in her neck and his breath brushing against her ear

Hamad: you smell good

She had her hands on his

Hamad: you taste good too

She raised his hands from her hips and turned around to face him

Meera: hi

Hamad: hi

She leaned in kissing him hard

She wanted him, bad. That date brought out many feelings she didn't know she felt. Now all she wanted was him. She wanted to touch him, like she never did before, and see him like she never did before.


Hamad on the other hand got surprised over her bold move but still liked it. He rubbed her back with his hands moving slowly downwards. All he thought is doing her on the kitchen counter and his hands moved accordingly without hesitation. She wrapped her hands around his neck preparing herself, wanting him to do what she was thinking of doing. 

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