Chapter 18
CHAPTER 18
VEER
I t was strange how two people could recall such different versions of the same incident.
Isha was right. I did say that to her, but I did not mean it the way she took it.
“I did say that,” I replied desperately. “But you misunderstood my meaning, Isha. I didn’t say that because I was disgusted with you, as you seem to believe. I said that because I had sworn never to act on my obsession for you. Not for my sake or yours. But for Diya’s sake.”
“What do you mean?” she asked with a frown.
“Do you remember how she was after Dheer betrayed her? She was broken from the inside. And it took us ages to put her back together again.”
“Of course, I remember. I was there with her every step of the way,” she said sharply.
“And if I had made a move on you, it would have worked out in one of two ways. Either my anger against your whole family would have screwed up our relationship and destroyed your friendship with Diya, or we’d be together for a long time, and possibly even get married, which was even worse…”
“Thanks,” she interjected drily.
“Because,” I went on, ignoring the interruption. “That would have brought Dheer back into her sphere. You were close to your brother. I couldn’t expect you to cut him out of your life for my sake, which meant that the families would have to meet occasionally. And it would have absolutely destroyed Diya to be around him even rarely. I love my sister way more than I love myself, Isha. So I did what I had to do to protect her. I’d sacrifice my very life for her if I had to. Instead, I sacrificed my chance at love.”
Isha backed away from me until her back hit the wall behind her.
“You sacrificed me, instead of her,” she said slowly.
“No! I had no idea how you felt about me, Isha! Because I never bothered to find out. Until that night, you gently stroked my lip to wipe the mayo off. And kissed me back when I gave into temptation,” I replied.
“So you really weren’t disgusted by my flab?”
“ What flab ?” I yelled in frustration. “You always were and still are a very beautiful woman, Isha! When I look at you, I don’t see rolls or flab. I see curves that I’m dying to worship. I see a woman made to be loved. I don’t know why you persist in seeing yourself negatively, but I don’t look at you like that. Trust me, baby.”
Isha hugged herself around the middle tightly and stared blankly into the distance.
“I want to believe you, Veer. But I don’t know if I can. You’re asking me to change the belief system of a lifetime,” she said weakly.
I walked up to her slowly, took her by the hand, and walked her to the dressing table.
“How about we start by working on the wrong belief you’ve had for the past five years then?” I asked as I stood behind her with my hands on her shoulder.
She stared at me wide-eyed as my hands started moving south.
“What are you doing?”
‘Proving to you once and for all how much I want you,” I replied. “Only if you want it, though. Do I have your permission?”
Isha stared at me in the mirror and I stared back at her hungrily as I wound my hands around her waist and stepped even closer. Her hair was still in the ornamental plait, which gave me full access to her neck. I began nibbling my way down the side of her neck, as I moved my hands up slowly to cup her full breasts.
“I’ve been aching to touch these for years,” I murmured, squeezing them firmly, teasing the nipples with my thumbs.
My body responded immediately and I rubbed my rock-hard dick into the curve of her ass.
“There’s your evidence, baby. Can’t deny that,” I said, with a soft laugh.
She flushed with desire and turned around to face me, staring deeply into my eyes. I don’t know what she saw in my eyes, but hers widened with something that seemed like wonder. Slowly, she wound her hands around my neck and raised her face to mine.
Finally, I kissed her fiercely, pouring all my pent-up desire and frustration into the kiss, and she kissed me back with fervour. I put my hands around her waist and lifted her up without breaking the kiss and she wound her legs around my hips willingly.
I walked her over to the bed and she dragged her mouth from mine to let out a little scream.
“You’ll hurt your back,” she squealed. “I’m too heavy.”
“You’re going to pay for that remark,” I warned her. “I’m going to punish you every time you say something bad about this gorgeous body.”
Isha rolled her eyes at the idea.
“What? Are you going to spank me for talking shit about myself now?”
“Yes,” I declared.
“Seriously?”
She tried to look offended but ended up looking intrigued. With a soft laugh, I set her down on the bed and threw myself down on her. She opened her legs and wound them around my hips again and I rubbed my hardness into her core, teasing her with the friction as I grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head with one hand.
I ran the other hand all over her curves, stroking, fondling and squeezing my way down her delectable body.
“All this is mine now, and I don’t like anyone being mean to what belongs to me,” I murmured.
Rolling her onto her side, I pulled her leg even higher against my hip and lightly swatted her on the butt. Isha let out a small yip of surprise and glared up at me.
“I belong to no one, Your Highness,” she hissed.
“Wrong,” I replied. “You’ve always been mine. And I will prove it, Yuvarani Sa.”
I turned her onto her stomach and slowly pulled on the knot at the back of her blouse. When it came loose, I began to work on the tiny hooks that had been invented purely to torture a helpless male. Finally, her blouse was unhooked, revealing the amber-coloured lacy bra beneath it.
I pushed Isha’s hands over her head again and she gripped the headboard tightly as I placed soft, open-mouthed on her back, kissing my way down her spine, right down to the waistband of her lehenga. I reached around to undo the knot on the lehenga and pulled it off slowly.
Isha was wearing matching lace panties designed to drive a man wild with desire. I rolled her onto her back and stared at her, taking in her wild beauty from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, and I wondered how I’d gotten so lucky.
I bent down and nibbled my way from her jawline to the edge of her lacy bra. Isha arched her back to give me better access and I pushed the straps down to expose her perfect breasts, the tightly beaded nipples literally begging for my attention. I licked one with my tongue gently before sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Isha grabbed my head to hold it in place as she moaned softly. I turned my attention to the other one, licking and sucking as I squeezed her breasts with both my hands.
Slowly, I pulled away and looked down in satisfaction at her face which was flushed with desire. Her head was thrown back and her eyes were almost closed.
Isha’s eyes flew open when I began to kiss my way down her body. I propped her up against a stack of pillows so she could see exactly what I was doing, and got back to where I really wanted to be. With my head between her legs.
I tossed her panties halfway across the room, pushed her ankles over my shoulders and parted her nether lips, stroking gently a few times from the top to the bottom. Isha wriggled in anticipation and raised her head to glare at me.
“Why are you torturing me?” she demanded.
“I told you I was going to punish you if you said anything bad about this glorious body,” I reminded her.
She threw her head back on the pillow and groaned.
“I hate you, Laajwanti,” she snarled as I kissed the inside of her thighs, skirting the edges of her lips.
As punishment, I gave her a quick, hard swipe from top to bottom, and Isha almost came off the pillow.
“No more smack talk or my princess doesn’t get her goodies,” I warned.
“Your princess wants her damn goodies, so get to work, peasant,” she snarled again.
“That’s Yuvaraj Peasant to you, Yuvarani Sa,” I teased before I slid my hands under her hips to raise her a little.
Before she could retort, I gave her another firm lick and she tugged on my hair to draw me closer to her. I paid particular attention to her clit, licking, sucking and nibbling on the little nub until Isha was writhing under me.
“More,” she begged, locking her ankles around my shoulders, and I gave my princess exactly what she wanted.
I slid two fingers into her depths gently and when she began to move her hips to meet my fingers, I added another one, stretching her out as I drilled in and out while I licked her clit with rough hard strokes. Within seconds, her inner muscles began to convulse around my fingers and Isha’s head banged on the pillow a couple of times as she came with a keening cry.
I wiped my mouth and smiled triumphantly at her when she opened her eyes slowly.
“Do you believe me now?”
She stretched her body lazily and shot me a wicked smile.
“I’m not so sure, Laajwanti. There’s still something missing,” she said, reaching for me.
I was still fully dressed. Isha took her time undressing me, and it was a sign of her trust in me that she didn’t try to hide her body from my gaze anymore. She dropped little butterfly kisses across my chest as she pushed my t-shirt up. Her eyes widened at the way my hard cock tented my boxers. She stroked me lightly and I suppressed a groan, praying fervently that her touch didn’t set me off like a Diwali firecracker.
Isha held my eyes as she pushed her hand inside my boxers and reached for my cock. She smiled her little crooked smile when I hissed at the touch of her soft hand on the bare skin of my erection. Then her eyes widened in surprise, and she pulled the fabric away to take a quick peek.
“Where does this thing end?” she asked shrilly.
I closed my eyes in despair because this woman was going to be the death of me someday. I began to take a few deep breaths and tried to think of something… anything that would keep me from coming all over her hand. But the feel of her touch on me suspended my capacity to think of anything but being inside her.
I pulled her hand away and almost threw her on the bed before I threw off my t-shirt and boxers. Isha bounced on the mattress a couple of times and shrieked with laughter. I found a condom in my wallet and slid it on quickly before I crawled over her. She stopped laughing then and parted her legs in welcome. When I settled between them, she cupped my face with her hands and drew me down for a sweet kiss that shook me to my core. Then she stared into my eyes intensely.
“Now make good on your promise and fuck me till I scream,” she whispered.
“Your wish is my command,” I replied cheesily, penetrating her in one smooth thrust.
She groaned lightly and took a few shallow breaths as she spread her legs wider and wriggled her hips a little to take me in even deeper. Slowly, I inched forward until my full length was sheathed inside her.
‘Told you it would fit,” I said, panting lightly.
Isha smiled that lazy smile which went straight to my cock and I began to move, thrusting slowly at first and then faster when she raised her hips and matched me move for move. I grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head again, as I bent to take her mouth in a deep, wet kiss. She sucked on my tongue mimicking the way her wet sheath clung to my cock, and it made me fuck her even harder.
Before long, she locked her ankles around my waist and let out a low cry. Her legs began to tremble against me and her head raised off the pillow with the force of her orgasm. The feeling of her clenching around me set me off and I groaned and shuddered against her as I joined her in her free fall over the peak.
We floated back to earth together, curled up in each other’s arms. I knew I had to go clean up, but I couldn’t move. For the first time in our glitchy equation, I felt like I was home. And that we were equal. It felt amazing to revel in Isha’s nearness without the familiar guilt nagging me like it used to.
We stayed in bed all evening, not even getting out to order our dinner. I asked the staff to serve dinner in our room, and we ate in bed, washing down bites of shami kebab and biryani with champagne. Dessert was chocolate and raspberry mousse, and I discovered that it tasted even more delicious when licked off Isha’s soft skin.
After dinner, Isha drained her glass of champagne and set the glass on the tray with a thump.
“Now it’s my turn,” she declared, throwing off the bedcovers.
Before I could ask her what she meant, she shimmied down the bed and moved my legs apart.
“Hold it,” I said sharply.
She hesitated and shot me a questioning look.
“Let me get comfortable,” I replied with a grin, as I propped myself up on a couple of pillows against the headboard. “I want to enjoy the view.”
“I’ve never done this before,” said Isha softly.
My cock jumped in response to that and she looked surprised.
“That means hearty approval,” I informed her with a laugh, and she rolled her eyes.
With a deep breath, she reached out and slid my boxers down to reveal my erection. I raised my hips to help her and kicked them off. Isha palmed my hardness and I closed my eyes as the soft touch made me even harder. How was it possible that this woman could almost make me come with just one soft touch?
She curled her hand around my girth and slowly bent to lick my length. I let out a shuddering breath at the feel of her tongue on the sensitive head of my cock. She took me in her mouth slowly until the tip hit the back of her throat and she began to bob up and down slowly, taking her time to torture me by swirling her tongue around my length.
Within seconds, I was very close to an explosive climax and pulled out of her mouth. When she protested, I bent and kissed her deeply, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. She grabbed it with her own and sucked on it hard, making me see stars. The woman was a menace, I decided as I pulled her up to straddle me.
In one smooth move, she impaled herself on my cock and held on to my knees as she began to ride me all the way to a roaring climax.