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She could still feel Oman's lips on her and his arms holding her pinned against him. The hardness between his legs pressed against her core. Again, that thing was poking her. She wanted to ask him, but he didn't let her speak and continued to kiss her.

So that was how a husband kiss his wife. It was much more different from what fatima had told her. A kiss is a peck on lips or cheek. That's what she calculated. 'A kiss is an important thing shared between couples'. Fatima had told her in simple words.

She had always wondered what it would be like with Oman. She hadn't expected the strange feeling that her husband had aroused in her: a feeling that both frightened and excited her.

That day, she felt humiliating to stand half-naked and helpless before him. when he punished her, the strange feeling erupted in her. She felt tingling sensation between her legs. She wanted to touch herself their or his hand on her mound to sooth the sensation.

Again she felt the strange tingling sensation in her core, when oman kissed her. Everytime she blushed hard, remembering how he devoured her mouth and groped her body.

Oman seemed different, his face was hard like he was angry. He wasn't meeting her eyes.

When she touched his arm he rudely shaked off her hand. She was confused by his behaviour, just an hour ago he was so lovely-dovely.

When they were outside. She saw a tribe girl eyeing oman. She even passed a smile in Oman's way. Oman also looked at her but she couldn't read the expressions of his face. He was emotionless as always.

She must be thinking wrong he would never like other girl other than her. Would he?

She fumed silently while the tribal girl flirted openly with Oman. She would walk close to oman and ask him if he needed anything.

Tara felt burning sensation deep inside her. Wanted to run from there.

When she went to him he snapped at her and told not to come outside. His rude hostility was unbearable for her. What changed between them in just few hours. She thaught.

Perhaps now he liked the new girl. Why not she is more beautiful than me.

Daria gave her some clothes. She bought her three robes of sturdy undecorated fabric, a plain chador, and she had pick out some underthings for her. Those clothes were beautiful and new.

She felt excited to try them on and went directly to her tent to check them.

She removed her shirt. As Tara removed her blouse and laid it on top of her clothes chest, she felt a draft as the curtains opened, and someone entered in tent.

Her breath hitched with surprise. A shiver ran down her spine. She wasn't dressed yet.

Suddenly she felt his presence behind her.

Suddenly tara was startled by a deep voice. "Turn around" she heaved a sigh when she heard familiar voice of her husband.

Hiding her chest with the robe, while her other naked upper parts visible. She slowly turned to face him, her eyes soft and loving, his filled with intense yearning.

Ashamed to meet his gaze she looked down as she spoke.

"I need to change" oman blinked several times to clear his mind. Her little clivage visible to his lusty eyes. She looked so fresh and innocent.

She was looking down while clutching a cloth to her chest to cover herself but was unable to do so. How he wanted to go their and remove every berrier between them.

When he didn't replied, she felt really nervous.

"Ca... Can I change my clothes, please?" she again asked but this time a little louder.

He frowned a little, then he registered tara's words.

"Don't change your clothes alone. Anyone can enter in this tent. Always ask me before doing something. Understand?" His words and the emotions on his face were not matching.

Oman couldn't keep his eyes off her, and didn't care that his desire showed so openly. There couldn't be another girl in all the world who could match her beauty.

He went out of the tent but stood outside, while she changed her dress.

He was losing his control. Everytime he saw her, only wanted to touch her or feel her close. Every fucking time his cock commanded him to take her. Why didn't he have access to what is his by rights?

Not yet. When she wasn't ready. He tried to not to think of her. But ended up snapping at her every time she came infornt of him.

She was unaware of the war that was going on inside him.

He offered himself to her, completely surrending to her. He would be anything she wanted him to be. But she should also understand his feelings and desire for her.

He knew he had to teach her few things about physical relationship between a couple. She hadn't anyone around to tell her those things which are only told by friends or mother.

He kept himself busy checking out the best camel. Khalid helped him with this.

Later in evening he asked oman if he wanted to have fun with a woman. Afterall he was a man with needs and Khalid understand this. Oman rejected his offer saying he has to rest because they has to leave early in morning.

Khalid couldn't believe, because it was first time a man had rejected to have sex. The women in their tribe was beautiful and most seductress. Some needed money so they entertained men at night.

Pleasurable nights was a dream of every man in this deserted night. Khalid shaked the thaughts and focused ahead.

Oman walked toward his tent, still tara on his mind. He wondered how a small girl had disrupted his mind.

Walking inside he saw her small body laying on soft mattress. She was wearing a new dress, very vibrant and beautiful. Her skin was highlighting in this dress.

He sat close to her and slightly touched her lips, he had sucked on them. He felt lucky.

He dipped his head lowered till her neck and sniffed her. She smelled like flowers he had seen in sultan's palace. So sweet and delicate.

Her smell was making him a bit lightheaded, he moved back. Covering her with blanket, he lay beside her.

While he tried not to look at her sleeping form. Sleep was nowhere in his eyes. The taste of her mouth wasn't letting him sleep. He wanted more, everything of her was his and he wanted to taste her whole. Every inch of her. A kiss was fuel to the fire.

Tara was sleeping just beside him, in deep slumber. His cock fully erected and twitching gently with barely suppressed lust. He can't masturbate in her presence. Neither he can go out leaving her alone.

In her sleep, unknowingly she wrapped her arm around him.

His body was hot, within him was a flame, boiling the blood of his veins, his skin was warm and he felt bothered internally.

He lifted her hand from his chest and placed down on mattress.

'i can't wait anymore'

His hand went to his pants he opened it taking out his long shaft in his hand.

'tara'

It only caused his cock to grow harder in his hands, it looked bigger, and was throbing at a single thaught of her.

'why are you making me think those kinds things right now?'

Finally touching himself, he chest his fingers around his length, his hips almost bucking with need, lifting off the mattress to thrust into his hands.

Lusty eyes went to tara beside him. So innocent and unaware of what a dirty deed he was performing. She was perfect, so beautiful it made him kept looking at her while he touched himself.

Only moonlight was illuminating the inside of tent, enough for him to see how his veiny dick would throb every time his eyes went to tara.

He massaged it's head imagining it was tara who was torturing it with her soft hands. He blowed breath after breath out of his mouth making a 'O' shape.

Resting his head on the pillow. His face was red now.

Lifting his head, only to let it drop right back to his pillow as he chewed hard on his lips, gasping out a few seconds later, feeling almost ecstacy, touching him to her visuals, almost ready to submit, almost ready to just throw himself at her and the thought alone made him bucking into his hand again, thrusting in and out of his fist with a brutal pace.

He was sure mattress was vibrating but he hadn't the power to stop now. Sloppy sounds could be heard in tent.

Opening his eyes at the right time to see the tip of his cock explode with three ropes of cum, painting his clothes. His whole body regained it's peace.

With swift motion he turned to look at tara, saw Tara's eyes were opened, was looking at him. He felt blood rushing to his ears, with embarrassment.

"Ohh hell" he muttered in his shaky breath.