We reached our hotel. We were staying at the Grand Resort Lagonissi; saying it was amazing was an understatement.
Hamad told me in the car that he booked a Junior Suite that had its own pool. We had an ocean view yet it would be very private.
When I entered the suite, I noticed it was like a studio apartment with beautiful aqua-colored furniture that was just so refreshing.
Hamad walked in behind me and I heard him lock the door. He pulled my arms and pushed me slowly with my back against the door.
I froze. I was shocked. All I could do was stare into his eyes. They were different. They were…. Hungry.
I saw his lips part. But he didn’t move. Didn’t budge. He just stared back at me. His hands were at either side of my head; there was no escape from him. But he was no threat, I realized.
“Dalali…” He whispered…
“Hamad…” was all I could reply back…
His eyes moved down toward my lips… I unconsciously parted them a bit. “momkn?” Hamad whispered… This is what he meant when he said bya5th 7aggah… but why is he being so gentle in taking what is supposedly his right.
His gaze was torturing me… I was slowly melting… My knees were shaking… all I could do was nod slowly with our eyes still locked together…
He cupped my face with both his hands, and I saw him slowly moving his face towards mine… He planted a soft kiss on my lips. It was just one kiss… He planted another kiss on my cheek… and another on my ear…
He wrapped one arm around my waist while the other was supporting my back; as if he knew I couldn’t support myself anymore… his tenderness was killing me… He held me tight, and his lips were still very close to my ear that I could hear him breathe…
Minutes passed, maybe even seconds, I didn’t know… I felt like we were stuck in that very moment. Time wasn’t passing; and he wasn’t moving.
His smell was intoxicating me. I felt like I was in a comatose. I was in a dream. I was in a fantasy. Nothing made sense. My hands moved; I laid it on his tummy, it was hard, no abs, but it was hard…. I moved it up his chest… “Hamad…” I heard myself say his name… “3yoonh…” he replied in a whisper… I slowly wrapped an arm around his neck, while the other fell slowly around his waist… I laid my head on his shoulder, and hugged him.
Don’t ask me why I did that..
Don’t ask me how I had the power to move when he was this close to me.
And don’t ask me how I had the guts to do it.
I just did.
I had to.
I needed to feel his body close to mine.
I needed to hold on to him for support.
-- Hamad --
When I pushed her against the door, I just wanted to torture her a bit and tease her. I didn’t expect her to respond or even hug me the way she just did… I held her close to me… I breathed her in; she smelled like vanilla. Light vanilla.
Her body was so tiny next to mine; she seemed very fragile. She wasn’t extremely thin; to me her body was perfect; she was thin, with the right curves. But having her in my arms she felt so weak.
She pulled back a couple of minutes later… “The sun is still up. Are we going out?” and there she goes again; like nothing happened.
Hamad: yeah we can go for a walk and have dinner.
Dalal: yeah a7san, 3shan we come back early w nrta7.
I don’t understand her. One minute she invites me in, and the next she acts like nothing ever happened.
Then when I hit on her, she blushes and turns all shades of red. And when I kiss her its like she’s another girl and she kisses me back with no embarrassment and no shame.
I’m not complaining; I find that hot.
But I don’t understand what kind of girl she is; is she the shy type? Formal type? Sexual type? Fun type?
So far I’ve seen her be all four types.
We spent our days in Athens exploring the architecture; we were more of tourists rather than honeymooners.
I learned a lot about her, and she about me.
I think we could call ourselves friends now. She was now comfortable enough to disagree with me and go into deep discussions. She was not as shy as she used to be. Then again she was never that shy, she always stated what was on her mind; she was only shy when I flirt with her, and she still is.
I tried to avoid flirting with her; I kept that on a low level. I wanted us to be friends first, and so did she.
We sometimes held hands; we were comfortable enough to do that. Sometimes even hug. We kissed a couple of times, but nothing too deep…
We wet to places she wanted to visit, like the Acropolis, the Plaka, Thissio, and Monastiraki, that were all part of Ancient Athens.
It was sometimes hard to be her friend; sometimes I wanted more…
-- Dalal --
Things were going great. Hamad was amazing. He was so outgoing and fun to be around. I saw how he charmed the local older women just to draw a smile on their faces, and how he’d play with the kids on the streets as we walked around the city.
Hamad was also full of surprises. He loved them… He loved seeing peoples surprised faces, and then see the smile shape on their faces.
We were walking that day in Kolonaki; it’s a nice area in Athens with galleries and some boutiques.
Hamad: t3arfeen anh we didn’t use the pool eli fl suite?
Dalal: haih adri… I didn’t get any swimwear a9lan…
Hamad: oh ok.
We walked a bit more… We entered a gallery with beautiful sculptures… Hamad disappeared inside; He might have found something he liked.
He appeared again with a small bag.
Dalal: what’s that? (I pointed at the bag)
Hamad: shu? This? (he lifted the bag) a souvenir from the shop eli 3nd el bab
Dalal: laish ma gltliiii?!!!! Ymkn aba a5th shayyy!
Hamad: 5athtlch, (he handed me a set of sketching pencils)
Dalal: awww that’s sweet. Ill need a sketchbook if I wanted to sketch :P
Hamad laughed: lat7ateen 5athtlch ba3ad
Dalal: 5atht masa7ah ba3ad?
Hamad: kaif 3raftii?
Dalal: goool walla?! (shocked)
Hamad: atma95ar! Hahahahahahah
I laughed at his dorkiness…
Hamad: Dalloola… (yes he calls me dalloola now… he mostly calls me dalali though)… 3ady enrd elfndq?
Dalal: yea, sure. The sun is still up though. (I saw his face change)… shay e3awrk?! Hamad shu balak?!
Hamad: mashay ta3ban shway… aba arid…
I unconsciously dragged him outside the gallery and called our car… “shu e3awrk? Awadeek el mstashfa?!!!! Hamad shu feeeek?!!!!” I was panicking; don’t ask me why!
Hamad: Dalaaaaliiiii mafyh shay bs aba arta7… mmkn lo sma7ti u calm down… (he pulled me in a hug and kissed my head) please lat7ateen… ill be fine… bs aba arid el fndq…
Dalal:…… ok…..
The ride back to the hotel was quiet… Hamad held my hand… “asf 5arabt 6al3atna…”
Why was he apologizing?!! Nfaaad fl 6al3ah!!!! Aham shay he’s fine!!
Dalal: aham shay enteh etkon b5eir… Hamad shu balak? Shu estwa?
Hamad: Bt3arfeen yum bno9al el fndq…
We reached the hotel, and I saw him head towards the reception. By the time I reached him he was finished.
He smiled at me and pulled me quick towards our suite…
Dalal: Hamaaadd… shu yaynnk?! Now ur acting weird
Hamad: lat3a9been 3alayh ok?
Dalal: shu saweit?!!!
Hamad: mashay! Ba3adni masaweit shay *grinning* bs ana mb ta3ban *he planted a quick kiss on my lips as he dragged me to our suite*
Dalal: shu? 3yal shu balak?!!
We reached our suite and he pulled me in with a huge smile on his face. I couldn’t help it I had to smile…
Hamad: 5athtlch shay…
He gave me the bag that he got from the “souvenir shop”.
I opened the bag and found tissue paper; I knew there was a gift inside. I was suddenly excited. I threw out the papers and found two pieces of cloth… I took them out… It was a pair of shorts and a tank top.
Hamad: 3shan ngdar ntsaba7 fl 7o’6 (he said in all smiles)
Dalal: awwwwwwww (I had to hug him) thank youuuuu!!! That’s so sweet!!!
Hamad: marmt a5thlch bikini (he said in a quirky way) btfreeny barra3 el 7jrah w ma bt5aleeni abat hnii hehehe
Dalal: zein youm 3raft! Yalla gom etlabbas! Aba atsabba7!!!!!!
I was excited! By the time he came out of the bathroom I was already in the pool; I changed in the room.
It was warm. The ocean view was breathtaking.
Hamad laughed when he saw me, but didn’t join me straight away. He went towards the door and took a small tray that was laid on the floor…
I moved to the edge of the pool waiting for him… He put it in front of me but asked me to keep it closed…
He joined me in the pool and dipped his head in the water to wet himself; he looked hot with nothing but his shorts on. He stood right behind me… closer than he ever stood… his body was so close to mine; his chest was stuck on my back… and his arms were on either side of me.
He lifted the lid, and there laid a plate of strawberries dipped in chocolate… all kinds of chocolate; white, milk, dark, and even pink chocolate!
There was a card on the middle, I opened it… it was empty…Hamad’s lips were now on my ears… he whispered to me in his beautiful husky voice, “To my dear wife… let me show you how to enjoy your husband in the simplest of ways…”
His hands were now on my waist… his touch made me melt… I turned to face him… “Show me…”
He closed the little space that was left between us and crushed my lips with his… He kissed me hungrily… passionately… wildly… I kissed him back just as crazy as he did… I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled him closer…
I felt his hand touch my thigh and lift it… he slowly lifted me off my feet and wrapped my legs around his waist…
He carried me to the middle of the pool while he kissed me and tasted my lips…
He broke the kiss…
“Hamad…” I whispered against his lips… I wanted more… why did he have to stop kissing me… “don’t stop…”
Hamad: ya dalal e3yooy… (he planted a soft kiss on my lips… followed by a peck) I have to stop… wla ill go crazy
Dalal: bs… (I was about to confess, with out foreheads against each other) mashba3t…
Hamad laughed: dallooltyy, lazm tet3alemein etraweeny this part of you fl normal times, mb bs youm we make-out.
-- Hamad --
I saw her blush as I told her that… a7san… 5alha tet3allam… this will push her…
Hamad: 6al3eeni… lat5sheen wayhch 3anni…
Dalal lifted her head and stared into my eyes… I smiled at her…
Hamad: tst7een mni dalloola?
Dalal was blushing again: shway…
Hamad: laish bs et76een eidch around rgbati? Laish matdgeeni?!
Dalal was turning as red as a tomato…. “madri… ma3arf…”
I don’t know if I was pushing her too far. I just didn’t want her to feel like she can’t treat me like her husband. “dgeeni… dgi 9adri… 7si bdagat galbi…” I tried to be as specific as possible so she wouldn’t get the wrong idea. (even though I wouldn’t mind if she got the wrong idea :P)
She slowly moved her hand on my chest… and touched my heart… she moved her other hand to the back of my neck without me telling her… and she started playing with the end of my hair…
I took a strawberry and let her take a bite… I took the last bite of each one she ate… when we finished, she leaned closer and laid her head on my shoulder… I still held her in my arms and her legs were still around my waist…
Dalal: hamad…
Hamad: 3yoonh…
Dalal: 3ady? Lo… asawi shay?
Hamad: klllii lch…
I felt her lips touch my neck… and the kiss turned from a simple peck and into a deep wet kiss… she was exploring my neck… I moved to the edge of the pool and pushed her back against the wall of the pool… I kept one arm under her to support her and laid the other on her neck… I pulled her away, “doori…” and I crushed my lips on her neck…
-- Dalal --
What he did before made me gutsy… it made me follow my instincts… and now he was kissing my neck even more wildly that I was kissing his…
He was torturing me…
I felt like my soul was about to leave my body and fly from excitement.
I heard a small sound escape my throat.
It was deep pleasure…
Hamad was doing it differently…
“Hamad…” I called his name…
I heard him moan against my neck…
I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled him closer to my neck… I wanted more…
It felt like he was making love to my neck alone…
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