Chapter 33 #3
“My dead husband always complained that I was like a corpse... like in bed. You, on the other hand, are so manly, I mean... You probably would have a lot of needs. I’m sceptical that I may not be able to satisfy you.” My voice quivered as I spoke, and he sighed audibly.
“You know,” he muttered. “I have the same insecurity that you didn’t have a good experience with the last man you’ve been with. What if I may not satisfy you or give you what you desire?”
I immediately turned to look at him. “You don’t have to worry,” As his sultry green eyes pierced through my gaze, unable to bear the intensity of them, I looked away.
“I’ll tell you what I’d like and what I wouldn’t,” I nipped on my lower lip in timidity. “Only if that helps,” I added.
He pressed his forehead against my temple. “So it’s final. This is how it’ll work out between us: You’ll tell me what you like, and I’ll tell you what I like. Problem solved,” I could hear the happiness in his low voice, and I just smiled upon it.
“But…” I began fidgeting with my dupatta.
“… it can work for you, not for me. I mean, I’m not a princess.
I know nothing, and what if I’m not enough?
I’m not as elegant and beautiful as a royal; my body is unlike theirs.
It... It’s used. And see,” I took my palms closer to his nose.
“My palms smell like spices…” His hold tightened around me, causing me to shut my mouth.
He drew me closer and turned me around, crashing our chests together.
“I’ve told you before, and I’m telling you again.
You are the most beautiful girl; look at yourself through my eyes, Suman.
I don’t want a princess; I am in love with this attendant who gets scared when I step just a little closer to her.
Who blushes every time she catches me watching her.
I just need you, and no one else, my sweet half-wife.
” Saying that, he leaned back against the pile of pillows.
His lips trembled with the way he was breathing.
“By the way, we can check if you can satisfy me right now,” he whispered.
I shuddered just hearing his suggestion. Gulping nervously, I looked into his eyes, then at Princess Rudraja sleeping peacefully, with her face on the other side. She was at a distance, no doubt, but still there.
Looking away, he untied the knot with a swift tug, and the curtains swept closed, concealing the bed from the outside world. It grew darker inside the bed as the curtains parted. And suddenly, he made me hover over him, leaning closer to my lips.
My breath hitched. “Princess is sleeping, Kunwar-sa,” I whispered, perched on my elbows.
“Please, Suman,” he breathed over my face. “It's hurting now. Take it, love, please,”
Goosebumps rose on my skin with his plea, and I glanced at Princess’s sleeping form for once.
He slowly pushed me back, and although the comforter had me covered, it still made me feel nervous.
My eyes fell to his wet lips, quivering with need, while my hand made its way to his torso, slowly sliding down to his lower garment.
Sitting up, I cupped his bulge over the fabric, causing him to arch his head back. His chest heaved heavily, making me smile, and I rose to remove his kurta slightly from his stomach.
Once done, I made my way down and undid the knot of his lower garment. I could tell how my touch affected him by the way his stomach dipped inward, leaving him tense.
I looked into his dazed eyes. “You’ll have to guide me here.”
He nodded and gently set his hands over mine, guiding me as we slid his lower garment the rest of the way down. And the moment my eyes fell on his erect, bulging length, a soft gasp left me, and heat rushed to my cheeks. I already felt hurt.
“Take it,” he muttered slowly.
Swallowing hard, I cupped it slowly. It was hot, and the moment I picked it up, I noticed a golden thing attached to its tip. A wave of shivers ran through me the moment I realised it was a piercing.
I gulped nervously. “Why do you have it pierced?” I questioned.
He furrowed his brows; his face showed how much he was enjoying my touch.
“It… It was interesting, so I had it,” he said, breathing heavily.
“Didn’t it hurt? Doesn’t it hurt more here for men?” I asked, touching the half-inch-long gold piercing with small spherical ends. I could feel the pain he must’ve felt.
“Yes… Yes, it did, but I had it done when Bhai-sa won the kingdom, to stay clean after that. I thought I would take it off when the right girl would come into my life,” he spoke hastily, and added, “Should I take it off?”
I brushed my finger over it softly, earning a groan from him.
“Fuck, Suman, you’re killing me, love,”
He palmed his mouth; his chest rose and fell, showing how much he needed it.
“Will it hurt me?” I questioned, and he shook his head.
“No, it’ll feel even better,” he exclaimed in a low tone.
I gently caressed the tip with my thumb, wondering if it was way too big from the one I had seen in my life before, and it wasn’t even fully erect yet.
“What do I do now?” I asked in a whisper.
He met my gaze with a pleading look and darted his tongue out to animate licking.
A timid smile stretched my lips, seeing him lying before me in so much desperation. Moving closer, I took my tongue out and gave his tip a tiny lick.
“Oh my!” he groaned and immediately concealed his mouth. But I liked his reaction.
His erection twitched in my hold. I opened my mouth wide and took it in tip first. It felt soft, tasteless, but I had to stretch my mouth wider for better access.
My insides churned. I squeezed my thighs tighter when he opened his eyes and looked at me.
“Take it deeper,” he instructed, placing his hand over mine on his torso.
I closed my eyes, letting it slip deeper. It grew harder in my mouth, and the moment it touched the end of my throat, I gagged and immediately took it out.
The wetness dripped off my mouth, and my eyes turned teary.
He smiled, saying just one word. “Again,”
I gulped and again held it in my hand before taking it into my mouth. He caressed my cheek gently, keeping our gazes locked.
With his other hand, he pointed toward his neck, signalling me to take it deeper, but I shook my head.
Biting his lip, he gestured to himself, asking if he’d take charge, and I nodded, letting the tears roll down my cheek.
Holding me, he slowly pushed my head down onto him.
As it went deeper, the piercing hit my throat, sending chills down my spine. I choked on his length and felt as if my neck had swollen.
He groaned, and his head tipped back. I clenched my fists, fighting the urge to throw up. Good thing I had eaten nothing.
I felt dazed watching his throat move as he swallowed with his eyes closed. He looked so hot; it made me feel as if I were really at his mercy. My core throbbed just at that sight.
After a few moments, he inhaled sharply before guiding my head up and down, slowly.
It felt as if he were boring through my throat. I couldn’t breathe, and tears kept streaming down with the pulsing sensations.
I closed my eyes and let him do whatever he wanted. His low growls filled the chamber as he struggled to go even deeper. I looked at his stomach clenching, and he immediately tilted his head back and covered his mouth with a pillow, suppressing his groans.
Seeing him so edgy, I took charge and held my breath to take in the whole of him for once. I felt it so deep in my throat; there was nothing left to feel but him in my mouth. And with that, he groaned louder.
Though he was muffling his reaction, watching him shiver as that filled me with so much courage. I bobbed my head back and forth at my own pace.
My toes curled. I controlled my instinct to throw up.
I slowly took it out and looked at it glistening from the wetness of my mouth.
Glancing at his heaving form for once, I took it again, complete with one swift motion. He held onto the pillow tighter, his body stiffened, huffing for air. And I was loving every bit. So, despite growing tired, I continued to suck him.
Slowly, he took the pillow off his face and looked at me. His face had turned completely red, and I wondered if my face had become the same. I just wanted him to release. It was getting exhausting; my neck began hurting.
But he kept his eyes pinned on me, and when my movements were growing sluggish, he held my head, and he made me move faster against him.
He tucked a loose strand of my hair behind my ear as I kept sucking him at a quicker pace, losing myself completely in him, in a rhythm. And suddenly, he twitched.
His eyes widened, his lips fell apart, and he covered his face again with the pillow.
I took him deeper, looking at the way his knuckles whitened, gripping on to control.
With the way veins prominently popped on his arms, it felt as if he was resisting himself from holding my head to go faster. I could tell he was close.
Taking it even deeper to the end of my throat, I went on, moving my head back and forth. He grew restless. His legs shook, and he arched his back, pressing his hips more into my mouth.
I closed my eyes, feeling him twitch immensely. He muffled his groans through the pillow and brought his other hand onto my head, causing fresh tears to slide down my face. But then he shuddered. Badly.
I couldn’t taste it because as soon as he released it, it slipped past my throat. Once the last of his tremors had settled, he calmed down and moved my head away slowly. And then it hit my tongue—a salty, lingering taste. I immediately swallowed it and closed my mouth.
When I finally got a better look at his face, he had turned red—beet red.
I smiled, seeing his hot blush, and wiped my mouth clean.
Even though he had calmed, he was still catching his breath. His chest heaved heavily. I could see how edgy he had gotten. Closing his eyes, he dropped himself onto the pile of pillows.
I slowly crawled closer and helped him put on his lower garment. Moving up, I settled my head on his chest, and he wrapped his arm around me.