Alibaba Saluja Lemon - Darkened Amber and Winking Gold - Request

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Alibaba was a little… well to be honest, he was a little jealous. He and Aladdin had come to the night club to see fine women and have a good time. Currently, Alibaba was sat by himself watching enviously as Aladdin was entertained by not just one, but TWO beautiful women. Why did he never seem to have any luck with this sort of thing?

Maybe he needed to be bolder, like Aladdin? Maybe if he was more specific in his requests? He looked over at the other women, why couldn’t he ever have any luck?

Sulking slightly, he looked around, anything to keep his eyes off of Aladdin and his two beautiful women.

“It is now time for our special service”

Alibaba didn’t see who had spoken, but their words had an unnerving effect on the previously loud bustling crowd. They hushed, the impact like a heavy silent fog had washed over them. Many, Alibaba could see, had looked away from the women entertaining them and were looking to the stage on one side of the room. 

The room dimmed, and Alibaba’s eyes followed everyone else’s in looking at the single empty spotlight. Music crept from somewhere in the room, slow, enticing music with a pulsing, hypnotic beat. The customers were beginning to get restless, shuffling in anticipation for something, Alibaba didn’t know what.

The music kept playing, capturing the minds of the men watching, sweeping them along with every beat, and only when Alibaba found himself getting restless along with everyone else did she show herself.

She walked into the spotlight, the music paused, one high note lingering in the still air. No one dared to blink, breaths were held, baited for her. She stood with one hip to the side, letting her sheer black skirt be parted by the slit, showing one long toned leg. Alibaba’s eyes trailed up her form, to the golden bells hanging, almost lazily, off her hips. Her top was black, but shimmered in the spotlight, more golden bells winking at him. Her arms were raised, hands folded lightly in front of her mouth and nose, so Alibaba could only see her eyes, a tantalizing dark amber emphasized with a smoky shadow.

She was easily the most gorgeous, alluring, beautiful creature Alibaba had ever seen. His lips were parted, his eyes wide as he stared at her shamelessly, his hands gripping the sides of his chair. The corners of her eyes crinkled, as if she was amused as she looked over the still silent crowd. Eyes sliding over patrons until they landed on his and did not move away.

His heart was pounding, he couldn’t swallow, his mouth was dry, his fingers gripped the cushion of the chair harder as electricity ran through them. What was she doing to him?

One of her eyes closed in a playful, yet lazy wink, and he felt his insides flop. She was winking at him. There was no doubt!

In a slow movement she raised her hands until they were above her head. The rest of her face was now revealed to him, but Alibaba couldn’t break their eye contact, he never wanted to look away. He could tell her hair was a dark brown and framed her face elegantly.

She clapped her hands twice, quick flicks of her wrists that snapped everyone out of their stupors, and then the music was starting again, faster than before, and she was dancing like Alibaba had never seen. It was as if dancing was effortless for her, like the music was her tangible partner twirling her around, dipping her so low that her hair skimmed the stage, shimmying her hips to the beat. Her steps were fast and nimble, balls of her feet barely touching the stage before springing her in the air again, setting her golden bells jingling.

Her eyes continued to meet his, light gold meeting dark amber, and each time a jot of lightning sparked through him.

The music grew faster and faster. Alibaba couldn’t follow her steps, could only focus on the flash of her eyes and the swing of her hips. And then her eyes were on his again, amusement evident as she stood on stage, one arm curved above her head in her final pose. People were roaring, cheering, banging their drinks on tables in demand for an encore. Alibaba stood to see over the crowd, not willing to let his eyes leave her a second earlier than they had to.

He wasn’t ready for the spotlight to go out, for that side of the room to be plunged into darkness. He wasn’t ready to lose sight of her just yet. He scrambled through the crowd, probably the least graceful he had ever been in his life. His heart dropped when he saw the empty stage, she was already gone. A man walked past him, from the direction of the door that led to the private rooms, Alibaba gripped his sleeve before he passed.

“That girl, the dancer- who is she? I’d like to request her.” The words tumbled out of his mouth, and he immediately stood up straighter to give some impression that he wasn’t just a desperate obsessed child.

The man looked at him disdainfully, wrenching back his arm, “she doesn’t take requests. She’s a dancer not a –”

“It’s quite alright.” A musical voice piped up behind Alibaba, and he whirled around, all thoughts of the other man filtering away from his mind. It was her, the dancer, she was even more beautiful up close.

“Did you enjoy my dance?” She asked lightly, although she obviously already knew the answer.

Alibaba swallowed thickly before nodding, “You’re very talented.”

She laughed, stepping closer and running one hand down his arm, over his firm biceps and forearm until her fingers laced with his. “Since you asked for me so politely, I think I can make an exception for you, just this once.” She pulled him away from the bustling crowd and towards the door to the private rooms. This was really happening, she was really here.

He allowed her to lead him, up some stairs and through a corridor, to a bedroom with deep mahogany bedsheets and a circlet of golden bells gently singing with the breeze of the open window.

The bells calmed him, their soft tinkling chipping away at his nervousness.

“What’s your name?” He asked.

“Haniyah, and you?”

“Alibaba.” He paused, “Is this your room?” surely there wouldn’t be golden bells hanging in every room, this room meant something to her, right? Her delicate shoulders lifted in a noncommittal shrug, “does it matter?”

Alibaba mimicked her shrug, “no.” But he felt like it was, this wasn’t just any private session, this would be something the both of them remembered for a very long time. He knew that he would remember every detail, the way her eyes were locked with his, her eye shadow slightly smudged from her dance (which gave her an even more enticing look in his opinion), the way her hips had moved on stage – “teach me to dance”.

This startled her, obviously not what she had been expecting, but her easy grin soon spread back over her mouth, pulling at her lips.

“You want me to… teach you to dance?”

“Just some of the moves I saw on stage.” He grinned.

She laughed at his absurd request, “you have to loosen up first, remember, dancing is all from the hips.” She slid her hands to his waist, stepping close enough that he could feel her body heat radiating against his skin. It stuck him that he was a good amount taller than she was. She lightly swung her hips from side to side, guiding him to match her. Their lower bodies were almost touching, close, but the gap seemed so far. She loosened her hands, stepping around him, trailing her hands teasingly across his crotch, feeling him harden under her touch. When she stood behind him she brought both hands to his front, palming him through his clothes, rubbing her hips against him, pressing her breasts against his back.

Alibaba felt the sensation shoot through his body, bringing back the memory of her dance, and the last move that had sent a familiar feeling to his steadily growing erection.

“What about the move, on the ground, where your hair touches the ground?”

She squeezed him one last time and finished her circle of him, grinning wickedly, “that’s pretty difficult, I think it’s above your skill level.”

Alibaba stepped closer, erasing any distance between them, breathing in her ear “I’ll watch very closely.” He felt her shudder under his breath, and sensed a building reluctance to step away from him. But she did eventually.

Slowly, she lowered herself to her knees, then, muscles tensing, leaned backwards until her hair brushed the floor, her body arched as if begging for his gaze, or something more.

“This is a tricky one,” he murmured above her, he kneeled, “I think I need more time to get a handle on it, so stay there.”

God she looked perfectly edible like this, and he could barely restrain himself, his hands reaching to graze against the exposed skin of her stomach, the feather light touches skimming higher, brushing the already risen shirt higher to her bra-line. He leaned down, brushing his nose along the same path, taking deep breaths to inhale her jasmine scent. She shuddered again beneath him, “I can’t keep this pose forever-”

He pressed a kiss to her exposed hipbone, “just a little longer.” Her body was positively trembling, from the exertion of keeping the pose, from his teasing touches, from both. He ducked his head, spreading the slit on her skirt wider, his hands brushing up her thigh, pressing warm circles into her skin. She breathed out his name and he paused, his warm breath hitting her scantily-clad core. Goosebumps arose all over her body, a body that just wanted to submit to him, to lay down and have him take her-

“What’s the next dance move?” He asked teasingly, his lips brushing the skim of fabric as he spoke. He saw her eyes widen slightly, knowing what she wanted, but this was to be a night to remember. Starting the fun now would just mean that its end was that much closer.

He placed a kiss to her covered heat, tongue prodding at her folds just once, making the most of the single touch, taking a deep breath of her musky scent. She clearly wasn’t expecting the move, her body collapsing on the ground from its strenuous position, chest breathing a little more deeply than it had before. She watched with incredulous eyes as he stood up and spread his arms.

“Come on, what’s the next move?”

Even if she couldn’t see the erection straining through his pants, she could tell he was enjoying himself, there was a light in his lust stained eyes, a light that danced as he looked at her laying before him, the slit in her skirt parted to show her panties, her shirt high enough to make out the bottom of her bra, her cheeks flushed. Slowly, she pushed herself up to her knees, and then stood, her mind knowing exactly what move to do next.

“This one’s pretty simple,” she said, grinning, “even you should be able to hold it.”

She stood on her tiptoes, one foot slightly in front of the other, “it’s the pose I do right before I begin dancing.” She jut one hip out to the side, then raised her hands to just above one side of her face, palms flat against one another as if she were clapping them.

Alibaba scoffed, copying her, this was no trouble at all. “And how long am I holding this for?”

She grinned, stepping close and pressing her lips against his jaw in light butterfly kisses, “Until I say you can stop.” She moved slowly, knowing that the difficulty of this particular pose was staying in it for a length of time. It was then that you would notice how heavy your arms were, or how weak your calves were. Her hands smoothed up his chest, slowly dragging his shirt above his head and tossing it to the ground. Well, wow. She wasn’t really expecting him to be this toned. Her fingers danced along the lines of muscle, his abs tensing as she drifted along them. She brushed her lips against his collarbone, kissing a steady trail across his chest. Her tongue darted in and out of the rivulets of corded muscle, flicked briefly at a nipple, dragged over his neck, “how are you holding up?”

“Fine”, he answered, but there was a terseness to his words, a strain of staying in the position, of not touching her, and her touching him. She laughed breathlessly, a laugh that went straight to his crotch.

“You’re doing better than I anticipated, guess I’ll have to step up my game.” Her hands, that had been tracing circles on his chest dipped lower, hooking into the waistband of his pants, slowly edging them down until they pooled at his feet. She didn’t look down, but she could already tell he was big, and hard, and ready to take her, but she kept the reigns on her quickly unravelling self-control. Her thumb brushed over the top, smearing the pre-cum over the swollen head.

His hands twitched, she could tell that he was shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “I think I’ve got the hang of this position.” He said, his voice still strained.

“I don’t know…” She mused, her palm sliding down to wrap around his base, squeezing gently. He let out a low groan, his golden eyes darkening. “I think you’re tired. Maybe you don’t have the stamina for dance.” She was teasing him, and she knew that his tether was likely to snap with her gentle jibes, but she still wasn’t prepared for his movement. In seconds, he had his hands at the back of her thighs, lifting her legs to wrap around his naked body as he walked her back to the bed. He tossed her down, watching her body bounce and the golden bells jingle before shrugging off the white robe he wore (the last piece of clothing) and lowering his body to hers.

“I guess I’ll just have to prove myself worthy.” He smoothed his hands over her sides, kissing and biting at her neck. Her head arched backwards, a moan bubbling in her throat. His weight on her was heavenly, his body heating hers more than she thought possible, a heat that only seemed to increase the ache at her thighs…

She subtly rubbed her legs together, anything to give herself some relief, and she sighed at the pitiful excuse for friction before Alibaba’s hand was between her thighs, not touching her where she was desperate for him, just preventing her from helping herself. He pecked her lips at her frustrated groan, a cheeky grin pulling at the corners of his mouth as he saw her wriggling beneath him.

But what he saw was a still very-much-clothed woman, and he’d seen that for long enough. Besides, he’d been naked for a while already. He smoothly pulled her black top over her head, and before she could lay back down his hand snuck to her back and unclasped her bra. Skimming his hands down her shoulders, he freed her arms from the straps, and then, with a determined swallow, tossed it elsewhere.

Her breasts were wonderfully soft in his hands, her body arching to force more contact, contact he was glad to give. He pinched a rosebud nipple between his fingers, thumbing over it as it hardened beneath his touch, rolling it even as he took the other between his lips. She let out a soft cry as he sucked her, a rhythmic pulsing interspersed with flicks of his tongue, or gentle bites of his teeth. No one had made her feel this way, no one before had infused such a powerful need in her, she needed him, and the cry of his name from her lips seemed to alert him to her desperation.

He hooked her legs around his hips, and rolled against her. She was still fully clothed there, but god it felt amazing. He did it again, forcing her hips down even as they tried to rise to meet him.

“Alibaba please~” Her voice cut off as a low moan took its place, coated with enough need and desire that if she wasn’t clothed, Alibaba didn’t think he could have stopped himself from taking her then and there. His hands moved to unclasp her legs from his hips, something she fought against, rolling her hips against his once more.

Alibaba chuckled, leaning up and bracing himself face to face with her. He gently captured her lips, pulling the lower between his teeth and sucking on it gently as she whimpered, such a submissive sound, it shot straight to his pounding erection.

“Let me undress you.” He murmured against her lips, now slightly swollen.

“And then we fuck, right? No more teasing?” Her normally patient personality was running thin, as would anyone’s if they had a gorgeous naked man pressed against them, teasing them to within an inch of their sanity.

Alibaba hesitated, there was so much more he wanted to do to her. He voiced this, “but I want to feel every part of you, I want to run my mouth over you, taste you. He kissed her again, his tongue parting her lips and dancing with her own, as if to force his point. “I want to taste you”, he repeated, looking at her darkened amber eyes, “then I promise that we’ll fuck to our hearts content.”

Her heart thudded at his words, she didn’t think anyone had ever said something so erotic… “Yeah, I guess that sounds …” delicious, incredible, wonderful, “good.” He seemed to know what she meant, kissing her deeply one last time before shuffling down her body, pulling down her skirt and panties in one go. He had to pause and look at her, and the goddess he had somehow captured, the angel he had somehow tempted. Her hair was fanned around her head, her eyes looking at him, almost lazily, with that dark lustful undertone he was sure was mirrored in his own eyes. She’d raised her hands above her head, stretching out her body, elongating it, her breasts pressing higher into the air. One of her legs was drawn back to her, spread with such an obvious come-on that Alibaba couldn’t hold himself any more.

His mouth ducked down, kissing at the skin of her ankle, her calf, the back of her knee, her inner thigh, and then he was at the apex of her thighs, at the heat which was causing her such discomfort. His tongue parted her slit, licking up one side of her folds, and then the other, pausing to lick at the small bundle of nerves, rubbing his tongue over it in small circles. Her reaction was instant, her hips bucked into his face, shamelessly demanding more, one of her hands fisted itself in his hair, as if to ground herself to him.

Her body was pounding, she had no control, it was bucking and twisting of its own accord, she could only moan, and feel the burning coil inside of her tighten more as Alibaba’s tongue delved into her, tasting her essence and her desire for him. He didn’t let up, sucking deeply at her folds, at her clit, eating her like she might disappear at any second

“Ah~ Alibaba~” Her voice cried for him, god, more, just a bit more, “deeper”. He quickly moved his mouth to seal around her clit, sucking at it hard, thrusting his fingers into her as deep as they could go. Spurred on by her moans of obvious approval, he thrust them deeper, harder, faster, stretching her-

And then she was empty, and the delicious orgasm that had been building so quickly was fading out of her grasp, like water through her fingers. She looked down at him, ready to berate him for throwing away her impending orgasm, when the words stuck in her throat. He was lining himself up, ready to thrust into her, and then she realised how much his erection must be paining him, she’d barely paid any attention to it at all.

His eyes locked with hers and she was struck with the same electricity that had found her on stage, the first time she had seen him. She hooked her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her, molding their lips together, tongues battling, both of their moans smothered as he sheathed himself in her. He didn’t move for a moment, revelling in the relief he’d needed for so goddamn long. He didn’t blame her, he’d barely let her get a word in edgewise, so focused on memorising every inch of her body, inside and out.

She could taste herself on his tongue, and it was erotic in a way she had never imagined, sending her mind to thoughts of how he would taste.  The thought of sucking him off consumed her, until Alibaba shifted his hips inside her, slowly dragging himself out until only the engorged head remained. His pace was even, always pulling out as far as he could before delving back into her. He groaned, she was tight around him, tight and hot and pulsing and god she was perfect. He moved to suck at her neck, palming one of the breasts that was shuddering with his every thrust.

She cried his name as he pinched a nipple in time with his thrusts, her mind loose and floating as the rest of her was tight. Every muscle, every nerve, it was all focused on the man above her, the man pounding her into the mattress, “talking to you downstairs was – ah – I’m glad I did”

He groaned, “if you hadn’t I might have – busted through the window – and we would’ve ended up – fucking anyway.” His words were interspersed with pauses for his thrusts, thrusts that were becoming wilder as he circled within her, stretching her to her limits, pressing on that delectable place inside her that made her lose her mind.

Words were lost to the both of them now, their hips meeting with passion and such purpose, both searching for the end that they knew was near, both immersed in each other, harder, deeper.

Alibaba pressed one of her legs higher, and curses tumbled into his moans as she became infinitely tighter around him.

“Haniyah I’m gonna cum-”

“Oh god-me too – don’t stop – Alibaba-” Her words trailed off as her body arched, legs locking around him, mouth parted in such an erotic moan that Alibaba was quick to follow her down into her unseeing bliss.

They stayed that way for a while, joined at their lower bodies, as their lips searched out one another.

“So,” he murmured between kisses, “Am I supposed to leave now?” His tone was joking, but he wasn’t actually sure how these meetings worked, but he would much prefer to stay wrapped up in the arms of this naked and thoroughly-fucked woman.

She rolled him over, feeling the faint stirrings of arousal in her core at seeing him laying there beneath her. “Not a chance, I didn’t get to suck you off yet, I want to taste you too~”.

They fell back into their embrace, knowing that he would have to be gone by morning, but for now, “I guess I can stay a little longer.”