Chapter 112 : "Why… why is it so big?"

Ibrahim leaned down, his lips meeting hers in kiss. His lips crashed onto hers like a ravenous wave slamming against a fragile shoreline. His tongue, a hot, insistent flame, danced across her lips, seeking every crevice, every hint of sweetness left by the melting ice cream. He nibbled at her lower lip, his teeth grazing the soft flesh with a barely-there roughness that sent shivers down her spine.

The strawberry sweetness of the ice cream now clung to her mouth like a desperate plea for the tenderness that was fast disappearing. His hands, calloused yet strangely gentle, roamed her body, mapping the curves and dips with a possessive fervor. 

With a single, swift motion, he pulled her upwards, their kiss breaking only for a fleeting moment. He didn't bother with buttons or zippers, his hands tearing at the fabric. Her shirt ripped with a satisfying sound, buttons scattering across the bed. 

Ava sat frozen on the bed, her breath trapped in her throat. The black bralette, a stark contrast against her pale skin, emerged like a defiant banner against the encroaching darkness...

It was a primal need, a possessive hunger that gnawed at his insides. He was a man lost in the desert, and every exposed inch of her was an oasis promising life-giving nectar. For a man, the sight of his beloved's unveiled beauty is like a revelation, a glimpse into the divine hidden within the mundane. It is a testament to the raw power of attraction, a reminder that desire, when unleashed, can burn away all pretence and leave only the purest essence of longing.

It took only a few seconds for his fingers to unclasp the hooks of her bralette. The lace gave way .... The sight, though he had glimpsed it once before, was still new to him, a private Eden he yearned to explore more and more and more.....

Ibrahim lowered her back onto the bed once more, the night stretching before them like an unfurled scroll.

He reached for her breasts, his hands cupping them like precious treasures. His touch, at first gentle, then firm, explored their rounded curves, his thumbs teasing the hardened nipples into tight peaks. He squeezed, a slow, deliberate pressure that sent a jolt of pleasure and pain through her.

Ava couldn't deny the surge of pleasure that coursed through her. His touch, though rough at times, held a tenderness that surprised her. She felt herself melting under his gaze, her body responding to his every command with a languid sensuality that surprised even herself. 

"Ibrahim, why… why are you so obsessed with my breasts?" Ava whispered. 

He paused, his gaze holding hers for a long moment.... Then, with a smile that could melt glaciers, "They are a part of you, a part of the woman I love. And I want to claim them, just as I claim every part of you. They hold your heart. They are the gateway to your soul, the wellspring of your life. And I…. ... I want to drink from it, my love. I want to drown in it."

His words, beautiful and poetic, washed over her like a warm wave. He always had answers....the most beautiful and soothing answers. Answers that resonated with the deepest parts of her soul. 

Ava closed her eyes, surrendering to the torrent of sensations that washed over her. She was a woman who had never dreamt of falling in love, yet here she was, lost in the arms of a man who is twelve years older than her, a man who was both her protector and her predator. And whatever he did to her, however rough or gentle, it felt like coming home.

Ibrahim's fingers spanned the soft curves, squeezing and releasing with a rhythm that echoed the pounding of her own heart. In his hands, she wasn't just Ava, the shy girl who never dared to dream of love. 

"Call me daddy, Ava." Ava heard Ibrahim's voice.

On the one hand, it was a little taboo and maybe even a little wrong. But on the other hand, it was incredibly hot and exciting. But Ava felt shy, "What if I don't?"

Taking control, Ibrahim began to squeeze both of Ava's bosoms with a deliberate and rough touch. He continued to squeeze her breasts, his fingers pinching and twisting her nipples as he drove her wild with pleasure.

But even as Ava felt the pleasure, she couldn't deny the pain that came with it. Ibrahim was squeezing her breasts harder than she had ever felt before, and she couldn't help but wince as she felt the pressure.

"Ibrahim, it hurts," she protested, her voice trembling.

 "Say it," Ibrahim commanded.

"Daddy," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ibrahim's grin grew wider as he heard Ava say the word.

"Again, baby girl." 

"It hurts.....it hurts daddy...." Ava cried out.

Ibrahim's fingers brushed against the denim of Ava's jeans, "Lift your hips, baby girl."

Ava felt the cool air kiss her skin as he slipped the button fly open, the metal gliding down with a soft click. Ibrahim traced the contours of her hips, the curve of her buttocks, sending shivers cascading down her spine.

Ibrahim waited until Ava lifted her hips. Ava obeyed to him and lifted her hips. Then he slid the jeans down slowly, savoring the slow reveal. The black lace of her shorts peeked out from beneath. The denim pant said goodbye to her legs as she was only in the black lacy shorts. 

Ibrahim paused, his eyes locked on hers, the intensity of his gaze setting her ablaze.

"Turn please" he pleaded, his voice rough with desire.

Ava, her body a willing puppet in his hands, obeyed again. She pivoted, her back to him, offering him the vulnerable curve of her spine. He unfastened the delicate ties of her shorts, the fabric floating to the floor like a discarded butterfly wing. 

Ava was now completely naked. And the storm....the ultimate storm was coming. Her breath hitched as the cool air kissed her most intimate places. She had never been completely bare before anyone, a secret garden kept hidden from the world. Now, exposed to the hungry eyes of Ibrahim, it felt both terrifying and exhilarating.

Ava watched as Ibrahim went towards the drawer, his back as taut and corded as a bowstring.

He emerged with a handful of protection packets. Then he returned, tossing the packets onto the bed.

Ava's eyes widened as she saw the pile – five, six packets, gleaming like silver bullets under the lights of the room, "Why… why so many?"

Ibrahim, his own desire burning bright, chuckled. He unbuckled his belt. With a practiced ease, he slid his jeans down, the denim tracing the contours of his long, powerful legs. 

His movements were that graceful that Ava kept looking at him. He looking like a male model. Graceful, confident, handsome - A blend of pure perfection. The Calvin Klein underwear clung to his body like a second skin. The fabric, barely there, showcased the hard planes of his abdomen, the V-tapered lines leading down to a glimpse of what lay hidden beneath. He was a living sculpture, a masterpiece of male perfection, and Ava felt a wave of heat flood her cheeks, a delicious blend of shame and desire.

"I know myself better than anyone else that how many I need." Ibrahim's eyes met hers. 

His words confirmed the fear that had been simmering beneath the surface of her desire. He wouldn't be gentle, not tonight. It would be all-consuming, a hurricane of passion that would leave her breathless, broken, and utterly his..... 

And then, with a final flick of his wrist, he shed his last remaining garment. His manhood, a glorious monument to masculine desire, sprang into view. The sight of his dick took her breath away. It wasn't just the size, although it was undeniably impressive, thick and long and hard. Veins throbbed beneath the smooth expanse of skin, blue rivers pulsing with the life force that fueled his hunger. She could see the dark crown at its tip, a promise of the storm to come.

Ava gasped, "Why… why is it so big?" She was mesmerized and terrified in equal measure.

A slow smile spread across his face, "God knows. Call it a divine blessing. One that I intend to share with you in the most thorough way possible."

Ibrahim crawled towards Ava on the bed, his body gathering above her. He positioned himself between her legs and reached for the protection.

As Ibrahim carefully rolled the protection on, Ava took a deep, shaky breath. "Ib… Ibrahim," she stammered, " it's my first time."