Chapter 2: Execute Pt.3 of 3

Part 3 of 3

He began to kiss down her neck, his hands exploring her body with a newfound freedom and adoration. Fatima couldn’t help but respond, her body arching into his touch as if it had been programmed to do so. His kisses grew more insistent, leaving a trail down her round stomach before meeting her swollen sex’s delicate lips.

“Let me make this more “comfortable” for you this time”, he said as he laid down and positioned her over his head this time, letting her rest on her knees on the mattress as he lowered her sex to his face.

Fatima watched as he seemed to disappear under the curve of her girth with some trepidation, but feeling every motion of his tongue as he began to kiss and lick her labia, she felt a new sense of vulnerability and exposure, something she had never felt with her husband. He was so gentle, his mouth worshiping her, his tongue probing and caressing her folds with a finesse that had her squirming with delight. She felt her body respond almost immediately, her pussy growing wetter and more sensitive to his touch.

His hands more grabby than she preferred but still exhilarating in their inability to stay idle over her body, explored every facet of her physically that they could. Even going so far as playfully teasing her to suck on his index finger as he positioned it carefully over her mouth.

Fatima’s eyes widened as she felt his finger brush against her lips, and she couldn’t help but obey his silent request. She sucked on it, her mind racing with the implications of what this meant for their relationship. It was a small, intimate gesture that somehow made the situation feel even more real.

As she focused on the sensation of his digit in her mouth, she felt his tongue delve into her pussy, tasting her juices with a hunger that surprised and thrilled her. He seemed to be savouring her, learning every curve and dip of her folds as if committing them to memory. She couldn’t help but moan around his finger, the vibrations sending new waves of pleasure through her body.

Before she knew it he had slipped it out of her mouth and deposited it in the tight circle of her anus, producing a surprised squeal from her, as she felt it explore her as far as it could beyond the tender ring of muscle.

“Every part of you is beautiful grandmother, don’t let anyone convince you the opposite is true because the evidence is right here”, he said lovingly.

Fatima’s cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal as she felt his finger slide in and out of her anus, the sensation foreign yet oddly satisfying. Her body was still reeling from the intensity of their previous encounters, but the gentle way he was touching her now made her feel cherished and desired in a way she hadn’t felt in years.

He looked up at her, his eyes filled with love and lust, as his other hand gently massaged her clit. The dual sensations were overwhelming, her body responding to his skilled ministrations with renewed vigour. She moaned softly, unable to believe that she was allowing this to happen, but unable to stop herself from wanting more.

As all three points of stimulation converged, Fatima found herself on the brink of another powerful climax. Her pussy was engorged and slick with desire, her clit a throbbing beacon of pleasure under his expert touch, and her ass, still tender from their earlier exploration, was now being teased and tantalized by his invading digit. She couldn’t help but rock her hips slightly, the sensation too much to resist.

Hassan seemed to agree with her, as he moaned into her sex, his tongue flicking against her clit with increased speed and pressure. The sound of his enjoyment spurred her on, making her movements more erratic as she chased the elusive high. She felt his finger in her ass press deeper, the sensation of being filled from both ends a strange and addictive feeling that she hadn’t anticipated.

Her orgasm built rapidly, her pussy clenching around his tongue and her ass tightening around his finger. The tension grew until she couldn’t hold back any longer, her body arching as she screamed out his name, the sound echoing through the quiet house. He didn’t stop, his tongue lapping at her clit and his finger moving in time with her spasms, prolonging her climax until she thought she might pass out from the pleasure.

Finally, she collapsed onto him, her legs trembling and her body coated in a sheen of sweat. He gently eased her down to the bed, his own breathing ragged with desire. “I want you inside me,” she whispered, the words foreign and thrilling on her tongue.

“Do you mind if we parody what new couples do when they live together and have sex in every room of the house? In this case, I’d like to try the kitchen”, he said hopefully.

Fatima couldn’t help but smile at his proposal, the absurdity of the situation not lost on her. She nodded, her curiosity piqued. They moved to the kitchen, the cold tiles a stark contrast to the warmth of their passion-filled bodies. He sat on one of the wooden, round seated chairs and thank Allah he was going to get one of his fantasies fulfilled whilst she was conscious and so responsive it was beginning to noticeably sting from trying to keep up with her. He positioned Fatima over him. Her legs open wide over his hips, she was clothed in a delicate, white nightie that seemed to shimmer in the light with long, elbow-length sleeves starting from her shoulders with a very low neck line that drew the observers eye to the contours of her more than generous bust that almost irresistibly touched at their apex, she looked like she could set ice on fire with an innocent look if she wanted to. The rest of her nightie hugging her in ways that made him want to grope and squeeze every part of her possessively as her bare thighs, scissored open in a wide reversed V-shape over his abdomen. She’d gone without her hijab this time, tying up her grey hair in a cute ponytail neatly behind her head, it’s tips blonde with the promises of youth and vigour still present in her body, even in her old age, as she lightly rested her weight on him.

“Is this what you had in mind”, she purred unable to help herself as she drew him close. “My love, I am yours to cherish”, he said as he grabbed onto her ass with both hands kneading it hungrily through the material of her nightie “and you are mine to honour”, he said with a longing gaze, as she wrapped her arms behind his neck. Fatima smiled, feeling a thrill at the thought of their love being something they could share openly, even if it was only in the confines of their own home.

“Take me”, he said “take me as far as you need to, as far as you want, but always lead me here...”, he said kissing her lips lightly “back to you”, he said the genuine affection in his voice unmistakable, as she looked on incredulously for a moment at the sincere expression of love and adoration she saw in him, leaving her nonplussed as she realized that she might be falling for him.

Biting her lower lip lightly as if by this act alone she could hold herself back, hold her feelings back, she eventually decided to indulge in this fantasy. Slowly, she lifted herself and positioned him at her entrance. With one hand on his chest for balance, she lowered herself onto his waiting erection, feeling him fill her up once again. The kitchen chair creaked slightly under their combined weight, adding an unexpected element of excitement to the moment.

“How fast do you want to go my love?”, he said taking her hand in his, kissing it tenderly, his eyes never leaving hers. “I have an idea if you’re interested”, he said with a mischievous grin.

Fatima’s curiosity was piqued, and she nodded for him to go ahead. “Take me, right here, right now, like I did in the shower, in your bed, take me with everything you have, assert your love for me, your need to devour me, be the catalyst for our love, hold nothing back, I want to know what being consumed feels like in your loving arms”, he said with no small hint of emotion running through him.

Fatima understood what he meant. Knowing she had to allow herself to feed into that same lust that had fuelled him, that same raw, insatiable desire to mark him as hers and ruin him for other women like no one else could. Part of her was a little afraid that this had gone too far, too fast, mixed with too much passion to see clearly. But another part of her roared at the challenge, her own passion threatening to consume them both whole.

Like she’d told herself before, age did not diminish how much you loved or wanted to be loved by someone, only concentrated it. It also made you aware of your body’s limitations, but right now she felt like a younger bride, her husband begging her to ravish him in the same wild heat of passion he’d already demonstrated to her, in his unbound love and appreciation for her.

To his offer she could only say “I will make you squeal”, she said in a low, sultry tone that sent shivers down his spine. Kissing him softly on his lips with a sweet tasting kiss that left him longing for more, she began riding him like a woman untamed, her thighs flexing with every bounce on his cock, her ass slapping his thighs in a rhythmic motion that was music to his ears. His hands clutched at her hips, guiding her movements, urging her to go faster, deeper, harder.

She knew now what she’d missed as she took his body for herself and her own needs. Dominance, complete and total control of what she needed when she needed it, as she took it from him, her body and how she used it to achieve the level of pleasure and release she deserved in the wake of her sexual reawakening concentrated her mind like a bullet.

Her movements grew more frantic, her hips bucking against him as she chased her own release. The kitchen lighting cast a warm glow on her skin, making her look like a goddess of passion come to life in the most mundane of places. The sound of their flesh meeting echoed through the room, mixing with the occasional squeak of the chair.

His groans turned into whole hearted screams of passion like music to her ears as she rode him like a dream, like a feral woman rutting him blindly into oblivion unable to get enough, as she watched him watch her. His eyes, those eyes, they weren’t just that anymore, they were windows to a soul that was hers to plunder, to a heart that was hers to keep, to a love that was as much hers as it was his.

She wanted every morsel of energy he had, every ounce of sweat lubricating their bodies, she wanted more and everything all at once, as she came.

Her orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave, her entire body tensing and shaking with the force of it. She threw her head back, her hair loosened, cascaded down her back as she screamed his name. Her pussy clamped down on his cock, her walls pulsing around him in a vice-like grip that had him on the edge of his seat cumming into her with all his might as she settled over him, kissing him in a wanton, random fashion all over his face, as if thanking him for unleashing her on his body.

The kisses were soft and loving, as she proved to herself that she could restrain her desires long enough to show him this side of her affection as well. He felt so small, so delicate in her arms like a small baby she’d carelessly rocked to his foundations, as he panted with a faraway look in his eyes as he stared at the ceiling.

She continued to plant kisses on his face randomly, as she whispered “I believe it’s your room next my love”, almost casually as if reminding him it was his turn to take the trash or some other mundane choir but with a sultry, teasing edge to her voice that told him she wasn’t done with him yet.

They moved onto his room, still wearing her cotton nightgown, she still looked like a goddess taking on human form in his eyes. She straddled him on the bed, his plain yellow sheets covering their lower bodies, highlighting the steady rock of her round and curvy ass, as she fed herself to him. He seemed perfectly at ease with the fact that she was riding him with such casual ease, they both were as Fatima reasoned to herself that it was only because she knew she had his complete and utter love that she felt so comfortable.

“Fatima would it be a good idea to do you think that I slept in your bed tonight, at least until grandfather returns or something else develops with our sleepwalking, I know I’d feel more comfortable with you there by my side”, he said sincerely.

Fatima looked into his eyes, the storm of emotions within her swirling like a tornado, she was torn between the horror of what they had done and the love she felt for him, “Okay, we’ll sleep together tonight, but we must not let this go beyond these walls”, she said with a firmness that made it clear she was still trying to hold on to the shreds of her dignity.