Chapter 25 #2
The first stroke of his tongue steals my breath.
My eyes squeeze shut, and my head falls back against the pillow as his mouth closes around my clit.
Pleasure surges through me with every slow pull of his lips, my legs tightening instinctively around him as a broken gasp escapes me.
Then he pushes one finger slowly inside me, and every coherent thought dissolves into sensation.
“Shaurya…” His name is the only sound I can manage, torn from my lips in a breathless plea.
I feel him lift his head and glance down, immediately missing the warmth of his mouth. His eyes hold mine as he brings his glistening fingers to my lips.
“Taste yourself, sweetheart,” he commands huskily. “See how fucking delicious you are.”
Holding his gaze, I part my lips and draw his fingers into my mouth. My tongue glides slowly over them, tasting myself as I lick each one clean. His eyes darken with every deliberate stroke, and a low groan rumbles from his chest.
“Good girl,” he rasps. “Now you understand why I can never get enough of you.”
He lowers his mouth between my thighs again, making my eyes squeeze shut and my head fall back against the pillow. His fingers slide inside me once more, moving steadily as his tongue teases my clit and his lips suck with an unrelenting rhythm that carries me closer and closer to the edge.
Pleasure finally crashes over me, and his name tears from my lips as I come apart beneath him.
When my breathing begins to settle, he presses a final kiss to my inner thigh before rising from the bed.
My gaze follows him as he unfastens his trousers and pushes them down with his boxer briefs.
His cock springs free, hard and ready, sending heat coiling through me all over again.
My hands move instinctively to my breasts, cupping their sensitive fullness before my fingers tease my hardened nipples.
Knowing how much he loves watching me touch myself, I hold his gaze as raw hunger darkens his eyes.
“Fuck, sweetheart. I love watching you touch yourself,” he groans, his hungry gaze fixed on me as he wraps one hand around his cock and strokes himself slowly. A bead of precum glistens at the tip.
“I know,” I say, grinning wickedly as my hand glides down from my breast and settles between my thighs. My fingers begin moving slowly against my core. “But watching you is only making me hotter and wetter. I need you inside me, Shaurya. Now.”
“You never have to beg me to fill you, sweetheart,” he rasps as he comes to stand beside the bed.
I push myself upright, my lips parting instinctively when he cradles my head between his hands.
But before I can take him into my mouth, he shakes his head.
His gaze drops to my breasts as he slowly drags the slick tip of his cock across one nipple and then the other, coating both sensitive peaks with his precum.
When he sees them glistening, dark satisfaction settles over his expression.
“Lie back, sweetheart,” he whispers.
I nod and lower myself onto the mattress as he moves over me. His eyes never leave mine as he gently guides my hand away and drags his hard length slowly through my slick folds.
“Time to ease that ache,” he murmurs.
He begins to press inside me, and a shared moan escapes us. My legs circle his hips while he braces one hand beside my head, careful not to rest his weight against me.
I turn my face and press a soft kiss to the inside of his wrist, feeling his pulse race beneath my lips, a quiet reminder that his heart is beating just as fiercely as mine.
“I love you,” I whisper.
“I love you too, sweetheart.” He presses a tender kiss to my neck before beginning to move inside me, each thrust slow and deliberate.
“Shaurya,” I breathe, wrapping my arms around him and drawing him closer as every movement carries us deeper into the moment.
“God, I’ve missed being inside your hot, tight pussy,” he groans. His eyes squeeze shut, and his head falls back, a fine sheen of sweat glistening across his skin. The sight of him losing control makes my body clench around him.
A rough growl tears from his throat, and his eyes snap back to mine.
“You’re squeezing the fucking life out of me,” he rasps before quickening his rhythm, each powerful thrust sending another wave of pleasure through me.
“Good,” I gasp, tightening around him again as my nails drag lightly down his back. “Because I don’t want you holding anything back. I want all of you.”
He gives me a terse nod and braces both hands against the mattress on either side of my head.
His gaze drops to where our bodies are joined as his thrusts grow harder, and I lift my hips to meet each one.
Following his gaze, I watch him move in and out of me, the intimate sight intensifying every sensation.
“I’m almost there,” he groans, bringing his eyes to mine.
“Me too.”
His hand closes around mine, threading our fingers together against the mattress. “Come with me, sweetheart.”
His name tears from my lips as pleasure crashes through me.
My body tightens around him, and he follows a heartbeat later, a broken groan escaping him as we come together.
He buries his face in the curve of my neck, breathing raggedly while his cock pulses deep inside me and the hot rush of his release fills me.
When our breathing finally steadies, he slowly withdraws and lets his gaze fall between my thighs. His cum glistens against my skin, and a dark, possessive satisfaction settles over his expression.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he murmurs, lifting his heated gaze to mine. “You look so damn beautiful like this—flushed, satisfied, and covered in my cum.”
A lazy, satisfied smile curves my lips. “We need to take care of the mess you made, husband.”
He slowly shakes his head, his heated gaze lingering between my thighs. “Not yet. Let me enjoy the sight for another moment.” His eyes lift to mine. “I spent too many nights dreaming of having you like this again.”
Before I can say anything, he rolls onto his back and gathers me into his arms, pressing a lingering kiss to my forehead.
I rest my cheek over his heart and listen to its slowing rhythm while his hand moves in gentle, soothing strokes along my back.
The sweat, the tangled sheets, and the mess between us cease to matter.
Wrapped securely in his arms, I know only one thing. I am exactly where I belong.