Caged Nightingale

19- Saara

He grabs my hand and pulls me back to the sofa. I turn onto my side and rest my head against the headrest to look at him. He turns his head to face me and gives me a lazy smile.
We sit like this for a few minutes just looking at each other less than a couple of feet apart. His eyes are the colour of dark autumn leaves, and his skin though a little weather worn is glowing. He's supporting a 5 o clock shadow which seems to highlight his chiselled jaw. There's a small scar on his forehead just over his left eyebrow and another just under his ear leaving a faint line where there should be hair growth. His lips are half smiling. And there are frown lines beginning to form on his forehead. At his temples a few stray hairs beginning to turn white. He wears his age well. He's the type of man who is going to look better with age i think.
what I don't want to think about is what he must see when he looks at me, the tiny scars that must be peppered on my face where the glass cut through me like ribbon. my skin without expensive moisturisers and makeup must look dull and lifeless. even my green eyes must have lost their sparkle. why does he even like me? His eyes flicker down to my bare throat and i see him swallow.
'I like you. . ' i say in low voice almost afraid it will give away too much. 'And i don't say that often- to anyone.' I think for a moment then add 'its been a long time since i met someone who i can let my guard down with. I'm not usually like this.. . ." I know I must sound proud and condescending, and saying the words out loud feels wrong, as if I'm finally admitting something I knew people have suspected me of, for years. He seems to reflect on this for a few moments before i ask "Are you always like this with. . .other people? You know- joking and cheeky and fun"
"By other people you mean girlfriends?' He asks.
I wait for a few seconds. I say nothing and school my face to reveal nothing.
"No. I'm not like this with 'other people' Probably not with anyone. Actually I've been told I'm quite difficult, intimidating, abrupt. I have a 'ruthless, bastard face apparently!'" I laugh, i find that hard to believe, then remember our first few meetings when he could barely even look at me. How quickly I've forgotten the past and what he was like. I give him a quizical look and he answers it with a sheepish smile.
'Perhaps its because this isn't real.' I say thoughtfully out loud.
Atif's eyes darken by at least 3 shades and i see his eyebrows knit together in a frown. Even the temperature in the room seems to drop by several degrees.
'It's real!' He says in a firm tone. He stares me down. Scowling, like a stubborn child. I purposefully keep my expression light, looking away.
I shake my head 'Wow, normal to ruthless bastard face in 2 seconds, must be a record!' I see him crack a smile and grin back at him.
'Its real!' He repeats in a gruff sulky voice, which is cute because he looks so young when he says it.

We sit in silence and when he finally turns to me, he is wearing a look of such longing and sadness I can't help but respond to it. I sigh and reach out my hand to take his. he looks at our fingers entwined on the sofa between us. when he finally looks up I feel my chest tighten- he looks so anguished. I lean in and kiss him, softly, gently, sensually nipping his lip as i pull away. He sighs just as I lean in again, this time slipping my tongue into his mouth. I stroke the under side of his tongue with my own, then explore a little more. He tastes warm, sweet and insatiable.

I hear him groan and move closer holding his face in my hand. It feels so good, something in my mind clicks as i feel the connection deepen. I begin to pull away, when i feel his hand grasp me around the back of my neck pulling me in for a kiss again. with the other hand, he grips my waist and pulls me closer to his side, sliding me across the sofa. I moan into his mouth.

He pushes me back into the seating position, and leans over me. kissing my neck more feverishly, his body over mine feels natural, his hands roaming over me, down my back, circling my waist, griping my hip. As if he is getting to know it. Before he finally moves lower, slipping his fingers into my pants. The thrill of the moment consumes me. I gasp as his fingers make contact.

"fuck" throwing my head back, I say and squeeze my eyes shut tighening my grip on his shoulders letting my nails dig into his skin

I feel his warm breath tickle my skin when he laughs, as he kisses my exposed shoulder. The feeling of the stubble scratching the skin there is insane. My body hums to attention and I can feel the tension building and I'm being propelled to my climax. Suddenly he stops circling his finger, squeezes the sensative nub. I swear i die a little.

"open your eyes" he whispers into my mouth, waiting for me to come back to him, it takes a second for me to refocus my gaze on him, biting my lip in frustration. His eyes are dark pools that are mesmerizing. when he is sure he has my attention, he slips his fingers inside me. There must be something wild in my eyes because it seems to fuel his own hunger for me. He seems to savour my expression more than the wet heat pooling between my legs.

Slowly, excrutiatingly slowly, he strokes me, kissing my neck and shoulder as i seem to spin out of control. my head is thrown back and from a distance I hear his voice.

'come for me' he says breathlessly trailing kisses along my jaw and then ear.

But its not enough. I need more. I let my hands slide down his arms sit at his waist a moment before i press one palm against his erection. Ofcourse he's hard. I can feel him through his jeans. I fumble with his buttons and zip before I take him out and stroke him. I feel his forehead on my shoulder, hear his gasp and then groan as i take him in my hands. stroking his length, first gently then with more pressure, squeezing his length with my fingers. He feels thick, warm and smooth in my hands. I tighten my grip on his head and hear him catch his breath.

He's not going easy on me. He pushes another finger in and begins to stroke more deliberately catching my G-spot. My breath is ragged and heart ready to explode when I feel a tiny drop of his pre cum on my finger, I want him inside me and i want his cum inside me and that's when i explode.

he must feel the pusles of my climax because i feel him smile into my mouth and he says something I don't catch because my mind has finally turned to mush. My grip is still tight around him, I loosen it slowly and straighten my head and look straight into his eyes.

'Touch yourself for me, I want to see you come.' i say. He grins and sits back then begins to stroke his length. I watch his hand move up and down slowly at first then faster. It is arousing to see him pleasure himself and I feel my arousal build again. The hunger is back. he watches me watching him and I know its the same for him. I bite my lip, then suck my finger. He is mesmerized by the movement and follows my hand make its journey across my body, as I slowly bring it across my exposed collar bone , over my nipple, across my torso and into my pants to touch myself. He groans out loud.

I gasp as I rub myself before finally asking him ' can I put it inside myself now?' Thats when he comes.