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The atmosphere surrounding them was calm, with a slight chill in the air. The sun was on the verge of appearing over the horizon. Oman embraced Tara tightly, encircling his arms around her waist. As she slept, she sensed something hard pressing against her abdomen.

Tara's eyes fluttered open, and she blinked a few times. The scent of Oman's masculine fragrance filled her senses. She glanced upwards while rubbing her eyes with her fist and trying to make out his face in the darkness.

With no moonlight to aid her, she couldn't see his face clearly, but she could still recognise his sharp features and his bearded face. The veins running along his muscular neck and bicep were visibly standing out, making him more sexy than ever.

She made an attempt to break free from his grasp. In return, Oman emitted a grunt in his slumber and pulled her closer to his chest.

The loud sound of his grunt unsettled her, sending a shiver down her spine. Once again, she exerted effort and pushed against his chest with her hands.

"What do you want?" he inquired in his sleepy tone, burying his face in the nape of her neck.

His voice did something to her; the next moment, she felt a hot pool of wetness between her legs. She let out a deep sigh.

The sensation of his hard length rubbing against her stomach made it hard for her to breathe. Her breasts were smashed against his hard chest, and her nipples felt like pebbles.

She had no idea how long she had been lying there against him, resembling a log. It felt like she was playing dead while she was breathless, and her legs were clenched tightly to create friction around her core to soothe the throbbing feeling.

Unknowingly, Her body was responding to him. As if, her kitten was begging him to take her.

She thought of trying one more time but ultimately pushed even harder against him, causing an unintended moan to escape her lips.

Oman's eyes opened like a flash of light. He couldn't control himself anymore and pinned his little minx under him. He was trying hard to control himself while she was rubbing against his throbbing dick.

His brows arched while scanning her puzzled face. Last night's actions made it clear that she was being naughty. However, he doesn't mind giving her what she needs.

He rasped out "Did you just moan now while rubbing yourself against my member?" Her heart picked up when she heard him.

Her cheeks burned with embarrassment.

"You are walking on a thin line, Tara." Her lust was taunting him, forcing him to do something to her.

Feeling shakes, she said, "I didn't mean to do it. I swear"

The courage she had displayed the previous night seemed like a distant memory, overshadowed by her current state of vulnerability.

"Why are you feeling embarrassed about being turned on by your husband? Remember, everything mine is yours, and yours is mine." He softly stroked her cheek with his large hand.

"Including this." He softly placed his hand on her mound over her caftan, locking his stare with her very adorable, anxious eyes.

Dipping his head, he took her small lips in his and smooched till he desired. After pushing his tongue into her sweat mouth, he pulled back. She was breathless and new curent of desire rushed to her centre.

"Let me check," he murmured as he reached down to lift her olive green caftan. She tried to stop him, but he persisted until she finally gave in to the desire building within her.

He gently tugged at her caftan, slowly pulling it up to her waist as she lay down on the carpet, her chest rising and falling rhythmically. Suddenly, she felt cold air striking her legs. She visibly shuddered.

He parted her legs while his motionless and desire-filled eyes held her scared ones. She was looking like a doll while lying there. He hissed as he saw her glistening core. She felt exposed as he took his time staring between her legs.

Oman could feel his beast again leashing out, but he didn't want to hurt his girl like last time. He wanted Tara to feel those sensations that every woman feels during moments of intimacy with her partner.

"Are you scared?" he asked her, coming on top of her.

She nervously shook her head, her back arching in anticipation. The reason for her nervousness was the unexpected question she was about to ask him—a question she hadn't even realised she would ask a man.

"I..i can I touch it?" she said while her eyes travelled towards his midriff.

He became rigid upon hearing that and averted his gaze to conceal his smirk, aware that his dear Tara had a longing to touch his manhood. Her behaviour confused him, as she would sometimes be incredibly timid and other times transform into a seductive minx.

He recalled the last time she boldly grabbed his buttocks. She was certainly no longer a naive old Tara who knew nothing. But now she desires to see his manhood. The mare thought of her hands and mouth on his shaft, forced a crunt to his groin.

He clicked his tongue and glanced back towards her.

"No," he said, looking dead in her eyes.

A sudden hurt tugged at her, and she shifted her profile away from him.

He didn't say anything at first, then threw his head back and laughed. His laughter was loud enough to make her more embarrassed.

A slow burn of anger rushed through her.

The sound of his laughter faded as he caught sight of her sullen face. Gently, he lifted her chin and directed her gaze towards him. He leaned in closer to her.

"Are you sure? You will not be scared of this huge rat." teasing her, he sensually whispered into her ear.

She nodded immediately. "I know it's not a rat."

"Then what is it?" he asked, grazing his thumb against her lips. checking the actual size of her mouth. He will surely go to hell.

She ignored his question. "I want to see it," she said in a firm tone.

Oman couldn't believe himself; his little Tara was now bravely claiming her right on him. It only made him feel proud.

"Haven't you become a little bold? Of course, I will allow you to touch it, but under one condition," he stated, gazing into her now intrigued eyes.

"What?" His heat surrounded her.

"You have to give it a kiss," he said blankly, causing her to blush.

She quickly averted her gaze as her heart started to race. She wondered how she could kiss that thing. Several images of her kissing his big rod popped into her mind. She shook her head to push those sinful thoughts away.

Oman's cock hardened even more. Her displayed pussy was making his eyes dart to it every now and then.

"Are you ready?" He said this while grabbing her waistbone but not touching her mound, knowing he wouldn't be able to control himself after touching her fluffy pussy lips and would end up burying himself deep inside her core.

"Yes," she agreed.

He grabbed her nape and asked her in a confirmation tone. "Are you sure? because there's no backing away after that." His voice held a dominant, fierce tone that had her shaking.

His eyes zeroed in on her slightly parted lips. He knew he would be the first man to push his dick inside her sweat mouth.

She noticed how hard he was staring at her. His eyes had gone dark and almost sinister.

She visibly swallowed and reached out her hand towards his waist.

He firmly grabbed her small hand in his hard, veiny hand.

"Not here," he stated, scanning their surroundings. The sun was emerging over the horizon. A gust of wind, carrying sand, brushed past them.

He carried on with a smirk on his handsome face. "Don't be so eager, my beloved wife. Pleasing your husband should only be done in private."

Tara pondered briefly before giving a nod of understanding. She was well aware of the possessiveness that husbands often have towards their wives.

However, she had observed that Oman's possessiveness was distinctively different from Bahman's. This was evident in Azadeh's demeanour, as she never displayed a smile or uttered a word in the presence of her husband.

Glancing back at their tent,

"Shall we go there?" She asked in such an innocent and enthusiastic tone that Oman shook his head with disbelief. How could someone with such an innocent face have the mind of a minx? He thought.

Oman gently embraced her and rose to his feet, saying, "Let's show your soon-to-be best friend."

"Who do you mean by 'best friend'?" She looked puzzled.

"You will see."

The remnants of the bonfire from the previous night had transformed into ashes, blending with the breeze that swept through. In the distance, a man carried his beloved wife towards their tent; her sound of giggling and his teasing echoed through the wind.

These echoes will forever resonate throughout the desert, a testament to their enduring love, leaving footprints on sand of time.