It would be another three weeks before Hannah was able to get some time off to go to Qatar. By that time, Mikayla and Damien had already returned from their two-week honeymoon in the Seychelles.

"Come on Hannah, take one with me pleaaaaaase!" Mikayla begged.

They currently sat on the window seat in Mikayla's large master bathroom with various unopened boxes of different brands of home pregnancy tests in front of them.

"Fine!" Hannah mumbled as she agreed.

Mikayla and Damien had been trying to get pregnant for months. They had started to try before the Tobago wedding. Mikayla's period was late, but since she was not on birth control anymore, she was not sure if it was due to her being pregnant or from having an irregular period caused by her PCOS.

After taking the various tests, the women sat and waited. Hannah's test laid to the left of the sink, while Mikayla's five tests were resting to the right.

"You are so thorough," Hannah said with a smile as she held Mikayla's hand.

Replying with a cheeky grin, "Well I learned from the best!"

Mikayla continued to laugh as she briefly reminisced on an incident when Hannah had had her own pregnancy scare back in secondary school.

Hannah grumbled, "Don't remind me!"

When the timer on her phone went off, Mikayla squeezed Hannah's hand even tighter before letting go, as she slowly stood up and went to look at the tests. Hannah sat in silence as she watched Mikayla pick up each individual test. The look of disappointment increasing each time while her brown eyes scanned over each one.

"Well, we're both not pregnant..." Mikayla said with a sigh.

"Come here," Hannah suddenly stood and hugged her best friend tightly, "It's okay Miks, it's only been about three months. Didn't the doctor say give it at least six? Don't worry okay, you will get pregnant, just give it some time."

Mikayla simply nodded as she hugged her back.

"I mean it, don't stress yourself out, it will only hinder things. Just focus on getting as much penissssssss as possible," Hannah joked, trying to lighten the mood as she kissed Mikayla's forehead.

The way in which Hannah said the word penis was always a sure way to get Mikayla laughing.

"Is it bad that I kinda wished that your test came back positive?" Mikayla shyly asked as they exited the bathroom and made their way downstairs.

"Woman! We're focusing on you right now, not me! Besides, don't you think that I've been through enough life-changing events for the year as it is? I have a boyfriend, I'm in love, come on now, don't be greedy Miks!" Hannah scolded.

Though, if she was being honest with herself, she had experienced a rush of anxiety as she waited for the results of her own test. Even though she was on birth control, it was not 100% effective and she had been having unprotected sex with Tariq since day one.

Hannah was not sure what she had felt when the test came back negative, but a small part of her had been disappointed. The thought of carrying a child no longer frightened her and, even more so, the thought of carrying Tariq's baby made a small smile come to her lips.

"Speaking of life-changing events, are you nervous to meet Tariq's parents? Your flight leaves tomorrow, are you ready?" Mikayla asked as they walked into the kitchen.

Raising her left eyebrow as she sat at the island, "What do you think Miks! Of course I'm not ready! I'm so tempted to run away and hide."

"Don't you dare!" Mikayla exclaimed.

"Relax your tits woman! I don't have a death wish," Hannah chuckled before adding, "I can't help but feel panicky. But it's important to Tariq, so it's important for me."

Mikayla smiled as she took out some leftover chicken wraps from the fridge, "My mum told me that she helped you buy some kurtas, kurtis and hijabs while Damien and I were away."

Hannah's cheeks blushed slightly, "Yea, I wanted to surprise Tariq as well as make a good impression on his grandmother Aziza. I love the difference in length between the two garments. Although the hijabs were a bit too complicated for me to grasp so I ended up just getting some scarves as suggested by your mother."

"Look at you being all respectful!" Mikayla teased as she added, "Well, since we also have Muslim family, I learnt how to wear hijabs. However, I fear that I'm a bit rusty, but normal scarves can work as well. I'm sure mum showed you how to tie it, but I'll show you again as a refresher."

Hannah smiled appreciatively as she thanked her best friend.

Mikayla smiled as she went on to say, "Think of it this way, at least you'll have something to bond over with Jida Aziza,"

"Fingers crossed it doesn't backfire on me," Hannah said with a sigh.

"It won't, just be yourself. Although you might want to hold back on the cuss words," Mikayla joked, her eyes lighting up as she asked, "It's been almost two months now, when are you planning to tell Tariq that you love him?"

Taking a bite out of her wrap, she chewed for a bit before swallowing, "I was thinking maybe when we went to Dubai?"

"Oooh! Muslim clothes and a pronouncement of love? You're trying to kill him?" Mikayla smiled.

"Something like that," Hannah giggled before she resumed eating, her mind getting momentarily lost in her thoughts.

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When Tariq picked up Hannah from her apartment, he had not been expecting to see her dressed in modest Islamic wear.

The blue and white striped cotton print kurta came just below her knees. The fabric had a beautiful feather pattern that complimented the stripes. Hannah also wore a dark wash jeggings with nude flats and a black scarf that she tied around her head.

Tariq kissed her gently, "Wow... if I knew you were going to be dressed like this, I could have worn a matching male kurta!" his eyes then looked down at his own solid print black kurti top.

Blushing slightly, "Surprise! Do you like it?"

"I love it! You look so beautiful! The colour of the kurta really makes your eyes pop!" he gushed as he continued, "But you do know that you do not need to dress this way, right?"

"I know, but I figured that since it's a part of your culture I should at least give it a try. Besides, I rather not offend anyone if I don't have to, and I find that I'm actually liking the clothes a lot. I can be stylish while still being modest, not to mention it takes a lot of the guess work out where my hair is concerned," she replied jokingly at the end.

If Tariq had not been in love with Hannah before, he sure was now. The respect she had towards his culture and family warmed him. It was not mandatory for female tourists to cover their heads, faces or wear a hijab or abaya in Qatar. However, they were expected to dress modestly so as not to offend the local community. Nevertheless, the way Hannah chose to dress showed him how much she really cared about him, as well as how invested she was in their relationship.

"Is it bad that you're covered head to toe and all I want to do is rip your clothes off?" Tariq said in a deep voice.

Hannah chuckled softly as she handed him her suitcase, "I guess it just goes to show that one doesn't need to be naked to be sexy."

"Indeed, though, truth be told, you're sexy no matter what you do," he replied huskily as they got into his car and headed to the airport.

The seven hours spent in first class aboard the Qatar Airways flight had been wonderful.

As they arrived at the Hamad International Airport, a black Rolls Royce Phantom EWB with dark tinted windows came to pick them up. Hannah held Tariq's hand as it rested on the armrest between their seats while her eyes took in the beautiful skyscrapers.

Her sight turned away from the window to take in the side profile of Tariq. He was so handsome, and she could not believe that this man was hers. Even after such a rocky start, he had stuck by her side; through all her insecurities, his love and affection never wavered.

A part of her was almost certain that, after the encounter with Oscar, Tariq may have left her. She could not have been more wrong. If anything, it was possible that the incident seemed to have brought them even closer together. He had done his best to stamp out any self-doubt that threatened to suffocate her and them by extension.

In that moment, Tariq turned to look at her, their eyes locking. Hannah felt herself getting aroused and glanced at the tinted privacy partition before kicking off her flats and kneeling on the floor in front of Tariq.

"Hannah?" he questioned curiously.

"I need to taste you," her voice full of arousal.

His eyes darkened as he watched her undo his pants and tug them down to his ankles. She then moved to push the edge of his top further up, exposing his muscled torso. With a smile, she eyed his hardening member. Using his hands, he slowly undid the scarf around her head, revealing her blonde hair that was combed into a low bun. Tariq quickly unfastened the hair tie as he enjoyed having her hair out whenever she was about to give him a blow job.

"I'm all yours," he said with a slow smile.

Hannah had never been one to go on her knees often. Sure, she enjoyed pleasing a man with her lips. However, most times after going down on her, her past lovers usually wanted to jump straight to sex. Something that she had never minded.

With Tariq though, it had been different. Since the first night they met, she had eagerly gone on her knees for him, needing to taste him. She remembered how having him in her mouth had aroused her so much that she could not wait to feel him inside of her, ordering him to take her against the tree in the park.

Now, months later, that hunger to run her lips over his hardened length had not diminished.

Her gaze left his as her hands moved up slowly over his strong thighs, the dark hairs rasping against her palms, causing her fingertips to tingle in excitement as they reached their target. His manhood twitched briefly and she heard him groan softly above her, the muscles in his abdomen flexing.

"When you look at me like that, I find it hard not to drag you onto my lap and have my way with you," his voice was husky.

Shuddering slightly, she nodded, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside of her, but she enjoyed tasting him and she would not be denied. Overwhelmed by a sudden desire to have him, using her eager mouth, she swallowed it all in one go.

Her nose nestled into the trimmed fuzz of his pubic hair. She could smell the slight musky scent of his scrotum rising from below. Hannah loved the smell, Tariq's in particular, as it reminded her of all the hot and passionate sex that they had shared. It was a smell that could fill a room and infuse into one's clothes, letting everyone know what one had been up to.

In this moment, her body was reacting to his scent. Hannah could feel tremors run through her from the tips of her hard nipples straight down to her core, which was now swollen and ready for him. She moaned when she felt him pressing at the back of her throat, causing her to gag slightly. Tariq fisted his right hand in her hair, guiding her movements.

"That's it, take all of me," he groaned softly.

He pushed her head all the way down, causing her to gag on his length and thickness once again before pulling her all the way off. Hannah fought to catch her breath, his words turning her on even more. She loved it when he got a bit rough with her.

In the past, she would never have let a man dominate her to this degree, their words would have had the opposite effect on her. However, with Tariq, she had found herself slowly relinquishing some of her control, lowering her defences, wanting to submit to him.

While, from the onset of their relationship, they always surrendered power back and forth, Hannah had found a new strength in giving herself over to Tariq completely. This was something that she was never able to do before, as she never fully trusted a man enough. But over the last few months, she found herself handing over the reigns to him at times.

She knew that he had been holding himself back for her, she could feel it in his body. The raw energy that emanated from him threatened to consumer her on occasion; the way he restrained himself at times as he held her.

Tariq was a patient man, and an even more patient partner. He was a dominant lover by nature, but his love for Hannah caused him to cage that part of himself, knowing that it would have only served to scare her away. One could only imagine how surprised he was when he began to notice the subtle changes in Hannah's behaviour, both in and out of the bedroom.

Hannah had always enjoyed giving blowjobs, but with Tariq it was almost like a need. It was something that she just had to do. The opportunity to tease him, while enjoying the delicate balance between submission and domination and the satisfying tingle she always felt on her lips and tongue after she had sucked him off.

Her strong and feisty nature remained the same, and he loved how independent she was. However, instead of pushing and fighting against him, she pulled him into her, giving more of herself to him as time passed. Her mind, as well as her body, trusted him to take care of her.

"I love seeing how swollen your mouth gets," he rasped out, his breathing uneven.

His voice caused her to shudder as she took him between her lips again, all the way down, delighting in the way his fleshy hardness completely filled her, warm against her tongue and cheeks. There was just something so satisfying about kneeling before Tariq and pleasing him with her mouth. While he might be dominating her from above, in a way, she had her own form of power below.

Her lips and tongue caused him to rest his head back against the seat, his soft groans filling the back of the car as she pleasured him. The dampness in her underwear was proof that going down on him was as pleasurable for her as it was for him. She could feel her swollen clit rubbing against the material of her underwear and she hummed around his length.

Moving her mouth eagerly back and forth in a rhythm she had perfected over the time she had been with Tariq, she delighted in the drops of pre-cum that began coating her tongue. Using her hands, she continued to stroke and fondle him in a smooth speed that had him cursing above her.

"Fucking hell Hannah," Tariq hissed as he felt himself swelling.

Suddenly pulling her head off of him, Hannah moaned her displeasure as she tried to reach for him, wanting to taste his orgasm on her tongue. Tightening his hold on her hair, he halted her movements, his gaze burning into her.

"Pants off," he commanded as he released her hair

Kneeling up, Hannah hooked her hands into the waist of her jeggings and pulled the garment and her underwear off in one sweeping motion. She quickly straddled him as she held on to his hardening length, using the head to tease herself.

Pressing his finger on the intercom Tariq spoke, "Jabir, take the long way home!"

He groaned as Hannah used the opportunity to suddenly sink herself down onto him, her own moans mixing with his as he stretched and filled her. They were so caught up in the pleasure of each other that they barely heard the driver's response.

Jabir suddenly pulled into a different lane as he replied, "Yes sir!"