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Soraya stiffened as she felt his arms encircle her waist. She was tired of this game and tried to break away. He just tightened his hold and began his slow assault on her neck. She turned around in his arms and gave him access to the rest of her face. Any minute now, he will pull away…damn tease, thought Soraya. Apparently girls could die of sexual frustration too. Now what would the female equivalent of blue balls be?, she wondered.
But to Soraya’s surprise, Harit continued. His magical hands slid lower and he gently positioned her onto the bed. He stroked and stoked until she was gasping but then he pulled away.
“No, Harit. That’s just cruel�, gasped Soraya.
Harit grimaced. He was in pain too. “Just one word, baby. Just tell me you want me�, he replied.
A battle raged between Soraya’s mind and her body. Her mind said to say no, to preserve her pride. Her body screamed for release. In the end, weeks of frustration won out.
“Please, I need you�, she whispered.
Harit broke into a huge smile. He bent down to give a kiss, which turned from tender to passionate in seconds. Soon a tangle of legs and arms emerged, as both found their way to pleasure.
Hours later, Soraya sat up to straighten her shirt and moved to leave the bed. Harit sleepily held on to her.
“What now? You already won…you broke me. I’m just the slut who wants you�, snarled Soraya.
Harit’s eyes opened in surprise. “Don’t you get it yet! There is no winning or losing. Either we both win or we both lose. I just needed to hear you say you want me, need me… that it is mutual. That I’m not the only one who lays awake at night, dreaming of you and spend the days searching for you. It seems I’ve only really been alive since I’ve met you�, he replied.
“I love you�, Harit whispered as he reached out for her.
Soraya was still in shock. Love?