Inda Rai Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel
Tajj's soul had found peace as he entered a world he had never experienced before, forgetting all sorrow and the hardships of life that had once burdened him. In the cool and serene atmosphere, he began kissing her, tongue to tongue, his breath slowly synchronizing with hers, as if they were merging into one. Ishmah, too, matched his rhythm, breathing softly, fully aware of the state he was in. She understood his deep need for her comfort. Completely lost in the moment, she forgot about everything else, feeling no weight on her body or his.
Tajj, overwhelmed with emotion, made her feel as if she had never felt or seen any shame in their being together. In the coolness, he withdrew his tongue from her mouth, and suddenly, she felt a deep, lingering ache in her heart. "Shyyyyyym," she whispered. He immediately began to move over her body, skillfully navigating her as if he were piloting a ship. Slowly, she wrapped her arms around his neck, her voice trembling as she murmured, "Huuuhmmmmm Hamma Afif." His body pressed against hers, and he gently turned her head, unable to resist. She felt his breath as if it would consume her, and she fell silent.
He laid her on the bed, spreading her out, and pulled a pillow to place under her head. The blanket covered them as he drew it over their bodies. Her eyes closed tightly as she felt his tongue on her navel. "Shhhhhyt Yah Salam, Hamma Afif, your breath is driving me wild," she whispered. She gasped for air, overwhelmed by what he was doing to her, pulling her into a state of ecstasy. Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging gently.
He slowly caressed her body from above, setting the mood. Her body began to tremble as she took deep breaths, his fingers brushing against her lips, her hands resting on his neck. He withdrew his finger from her mouth and sat up, feeling an intense wave of emotions as if he might lose himself. Slowly, he stretched out, sitting close to her. He adjusted his position, leaning against the bed, holding her hands, and pulling her body closer. Her body trembled as she felt her best friend within the grasp of her hands, a mix of fear and desire overwhelming her. Her voice and body trembled as she said, “Wayyo Yah Afif, let me go.”
In a weak voice, he replied, "Uhhhahhhhhhhh. Ma'eesha." His hand intertwined with hers, squeezing tightly. She tried to pull away, but seeing her resistance, he released her hand and gently laid her back down. Slowly, he leaned over her, his breath heavy. A sweet, intoxicating scent of musk filled the air, and he brought his lips to her body. She let out a soft moan, gripping his hand tightly. In a trembling voice, she said, "Ahshhhhhhhhyyy Yan Afif, my waist is about to break." She finished her sentence, feeling a surge of emotions coursing through her, signs of her desire for companionship.
His hand moved to her waist, while the other rested on her chest. She felt a sudden tension in his breath, no longer steady. Ishmah's eyes filled with tears, her voice trembling as she said, "Yah Mu'allim, I'm scared. Please let me go, I can't do this. I swear by Allah, this is too much for me. This situation is beyond my understanding. I can't bear it. Please be patient with me, forgive me." In the midst of trembling and passion, he withdrew his tongue from where it had been, savoring her sweet taste.
In the coolness, he covered her with his broad chest, bringing his lips close to her ear. In a voice filled with emotion, he whispered, "I'm sorry, I can't hold back. I might lose myself, Ma'eesha. Please be patient with me. Don't change me, for I cannot forgive myself this time." Through tears, she said, "I'm scared, Tajj. You're too big." He buried his face in her neck and said, "I know, I know you've never been with a man like me before. But I will take it slow. You know this is our marriage, right? Didn't our aunt tell you that we must be like this?" Quickly, she replied, “Yes, she told me, but I didn't know you were this big.”
