Chapter 25
CHAPTER 25
VIREN
“ K eep the shoes on,” I said gruffly when I slipped Sunaina’s dress off her shoulders and kissed my way down her spine.
She gasped at the feeling of my lips on the little hollow just above the curve of her ass.
“Hands on the dressing table, Sunaina,” I ordered, and she obeyed immediately, her eyes glued to mine in the mirror.
I had brought her home after the delightful first date, where I plied her with champagne to loosen her tongue. And I discovered that drunk Sunaina was hilarious. And very, very wild.
I carried her up the stairs when we got home because, in her state, she couldn’t walk in those heels. And as soon as I set her down in our bedroom, she pulled a straight stripper move and went down on her haunches in front of me. Before I could do more than groan at the sight of her in the full-length mirror on the wall in front of me, she pulled my hard dick out of my pants and went to town on me.
I let her go on until I was at the very edge before I tapped her on the chin. Sunaina held my eyes as she slid my dick out of her mouth and licked the sensitive underside of the head hard. I swear I saw stars just then.
I pulled her upright and dragged her to the big dressing table with the mirror. In one swift move, I swept the contents of the table to the floor and set Sunaina’s hands on it.
“Eyes on me, baby,” I growled. “I want you to see everything I do to you tonight.”
She shivered in response as I spread her legs and pushed the skirt of her dress upwards ever so slowly. I could feel her legs trembling under my hands. Good! I was going to make her tremble a lot before this night was out.
A little later, I stared at the glorious picture she made, bent over the dressing table, her full breasts almost spilling out of the purple lace bra she wore, her hair all over the place, her face flushed, and her eyes wild with desire, as I pumped my cock in and out of her from behind.
This time, as I thrust forward, I bit down on Sunaina’s shoulder, eliciting a scream as she came apart in my arms. Her hands and legs shook uncontrollably, as did her inner walls around my cock. But it wasn’t until she had come for me once more that I allowed myself to come, pushing her down over the dressing table, her head almost hitting the mirror with the force of my thrusts.
When we could both breathe after what felt like ages, I pulled out of her and carried her to the bathroom to clean up. She was half asleep already and curled up in my arms when we tumbled into the bed.
I fell asleep with a smile on my lips, and it was still there when I woke up the next morning. And I could swear it was still there two weeks later when Sunaina smiled at me across the dinner table.
The Bandra Boys had come over for dinner to introduce their new lead singer, who had taken the internet by storm. Sarang glared at his wife across the length of the table, but she was oblivious to his anger as she basked in the approval of her new friends.
As expected, we were in the process of signing Tarana’s first contract with Silver Records over Tahira’s and Ria Ghosh’s protests. She was recording a full-length album with The Bandra Boys, and I knew she was on an upward trajectory.
Meanwhile, our adoption process was moving very smoothly, and all that was left now was the home visit that was scheduled for next week. So, my life was better than it had been in a long time, and it was all due to Sunaina. I refused to think about what awaited us on the other side of the home visit because we could cross that bridge when we came to it. Right now, I was simply going to enjoy the fact that I was happier than I had ever been.
So, I was very surprised to find Sunaina shaking me awake in the middle of the night, looking absolutely terrified.
“Wake up, Viren,” she begged.
I opened my eyes and stared at her unseeingly because, in my mind’s eye, all I could see was a car going up in flames. And trapped inside the car was my little Aisha.
“What’s wrong, Viren? You were screaming in your sleep,” she whispered when I forced myself to sit up. “Are you okay?”
I nodded and reached for the bottle of water on my bedside table. I drained the bottle before I turned to Sunaina.
“I’m fine. It’s just a nightmare,” I said hoarsely, trying to regulate my breathing.
She sat back on her heels and studied me carefully.
“Do you often get them?”
I shook my head in reply.
“I first got them after Aisha’s parents died, but I haven’t had them in ages. I wonder why they showed up again.”
“Maybe it’s the stress about the adoption home visit that has triggered them again,” she suggested.
But I knew better.
The adoption was a cinch now that even Tahira had moved out of our house. Laxmi Aunty was still here, but she was helpless without her chief jaasoos. No, this was different. It was as if my mind was trying to tell me something.
Sunaina held me until I fell asleep again. But the same thing happened the next night. Only this time around, I dreamt of both Sunaina and Aisha trapped in the burning car. I couldn’t tell my wife the details of the nightmare because it was far too horrifying, but I couldn’t close my eyes anymore for fear of what I might see if I fell asleep.
I could tell Sunaina was worried because I stayed awake all night only to fall into an exhausted, dreamless sleep in the early hours of the morning.
“Do you want to consult someone about these nightmares, Viren? You look terrible,” she commented one morning just a day before the home visit.
“Then don’t look at me,” I replied curtly, draining my cup of coffee and walking away from the breakfast table without a second glance.