39. Sujit #2
“Wide,” I instructed. “Wider for me, Aarti.”
Her back arched at my words, and her toned, shapely thighs parted for me.
I slipped off my shoes and tore off my socks before climbing on the bed to hunch on my knees. As her eyes met mine, peeking over the rim of my glasses, she took her lower lip between her teeth.
“I never thought I’d have a glasses kink,” she said with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Or maybe it’s a Sujit in glasses kink? Yes, that’s it. I have a Sujit-in-glasses-eating-me-raw kink,” she declared.
“Good, because that’s exactly what I plan to do. Eat you raw, my sweet, sweet Aarti.” I bent and placed a tender kiss just below the wisp of fine hair. Her eyes dropped shut, and her back arched. A smile beamed on my face.
“Look at me,” I whispered, and she did.
I kept my eyes on her and ran a soft tongue between her slit. A gasp, but her eyes remained on me.
“You’ll have to tell me what you like,” I said.
She nodded with greed, and I watched her fist the bedsheet in preparation. I pushed my hands under her to lift her buttocks and licked again. I ran my tongue from her bottom hole, sliding all the way up, ending at her clit, and swirled my tongue around it.
For the next few minutes, all I heard were gasps followed by long moments of breathless silence.
I pulled my right hand from below her and threaded it around her leg.
With two fingers, I coaxed open her plush, swollen lips to reach her clit.
Full, erect, and ready to burst. I flicked it with my tongue, and her pelvis rose with a jerk.
I pulled back and sucked on her fleshy lips instead.
I let my finger roll around the wet clit as I nipped at her outer flesh.
The next time I reached her clit, she slipped her hand into my hair and clutched it in her fists.
“Slightly to the left,” she directed, indicating the sweet spot for her.
I shifted my tongue to my left. She whimpered. “The other left. My left,” she instructed.
“Sorry.”
When I brought my tongue to her desired spot, she shuddered and let out an audible gasp.
“Fuck, Sujit! You are a fucking god!”
My chest flushed with pride, and I felt myself leaking, but it wasn’t my turn. Not yet.
Carefully, I added varying amounts of pressure as I devoured her.
“Please!” she cried finally. “Please let me breathe!”
I looked up at her and cocked an eyebrow. “Shouldn’t I be the one begging for breath, considering it is my face that is buried?”
An unexpected laughter rocked her body as she closed her legs and beckoned me. “Come here, you sassy man.”
I slid up her body and put my mouth on hers, allowing her to taste herself on me. In turn, she kissed me with a voracious greed that inundated every raging cell in my body with pleasure.
“Take it as a huge compliment when I say that you’re even better than my toys.”
I smirked. “You got any here?”
Her eyes twinkled. “What do you think? I’ve been living alone, trying to fend off my intense attraction to a man who sets my loins on fire. Of course, I have my toys here.”
“Go, get your favorite one. I want to watch you use it.”
“In time, my good man. I want to enjoy you first.”
The words sent a thrill down my body. She straddled me, grazing herself against my cock, straining through the fabric of my trousers. I felt her warmth through the two layers of fabric.
“Tell me what you want,” I rasped in her ear as she bent over to reach my mouth.
“I want you naked, right now,” she whispered. “I want you ramming into me, pounding me so hard that I forget myself. Until there’s no me and you, just us, melded together. I want to linger at that threshold where pleasure and pain become one, until I cease to exist.”
A distinct recollection from my French philosophy class flashed before my mind. “Sounds like jouissance,” I said with a gentle frown.
Her eyes widened. “What?”
“Jouissance. It means?—”
“I know what it means,” she cut in. “I didn’t know you did!” The surprise had widened into a grand smile.
“Well, then get your toy,” I ordered. “We’ll need it for jouissance.”
She raised a suspicious eyebrow.
“Hey, I might be good, but no man is jouissance good, no matter what porn tries to sell you. It’s either fingers or your toy. You choose.”
Her head lolled back in laughter before she said, “How do you manage to make me fall in love with you over and over again?” She grazed against me and softly added, “Only a god confident in his sexuality can acknowledge this truth. Most men think they can rock a woman’s world with only their dicks.”
She leaned in to give me a quick kiss and jumped off me. Rushing to the bathroom, she returned, waving a wand in her hand.
“Good choice,” I said as I got off the bed.
She cocked a hip and placed a hand on it. “Is it weird that we’re in the toy zone, and I have yet to see your dick?” she mused with a gentle frown.
I smirked. “We can certainly rectify that,” I said and began to unbuckle my belt. “I hope it lives up to your expectations.”
As the belt swooshed off the hooks and landed on the floor, she stepped closer and swatted my hands away. “I want to do it,” she demanded.
I held her shoulders and kissed her cheek. “Everything I have is yours, my sweet girl. Take what you want.”
It was torturously slow, the way she unbuttoned and unzipped my trousers, stripping me down to my boxer briefs.
With a smile of approval, she ran her hands on my bare thighs and covered buttocks.
Watching her enjoy my body gave me a high like I hadn’t known before.
Her hand hooked in my waistband at my back.
She ran her soft finger around the band, her lower lip disappearing between her teeth.
I knew she was tormenting me. The mischievous glint in her eye said she knew I knew.
“Babe, if you wait any longer, I’m going to burst out of these briefs. I’m so hard, it’s starting to hurt, darling,” I begged.
“Okay,” she whispered breathily and pulled down the underclothes.
My cock sprung free, and I huffed a relieved exhale. Her eyes shone, reflecting the recess lights in every shade of gold.
“Sujit!” Her breath came in broken, heavy gusts as she cupped my face. With unusual tenderness, she peppered several appreciative kisses all over it.
“I’ve always hated the word perfect,” she said against my lips.
“I remember,” I replied.
“But you’re as perfect as perfect can get.”
“I don’t want to be perfect,” I confessed. “I just want to be yours.”
“You are mine,” she declared and led me by my hand to the bed. She lowered me to the edge and slipped between my legs. “You have no idea how badly I’ve been waiting for this,” she said.
The lust in her eyes drove me wild. I clenched my jaw. “Show me,” I demanded.
Her lips parted wide, and I watched myself disappear in her mouth.
My eyes dropped shut, the warmth driving me out of my mind.
It could have been a minute or a lifetime because it felt like a moment and an eternity all at once.
I found myself growing harder against the expert acrobatics of her tongue.
It swirled and twisted and twirled around my cock.
I had no idea what she was doing except inching me toward destruction.
Jouissance. I was heading straight toward it.
“Stop,” I cried and touched her shoulder. She pulled me out of her mouth, my cock throbbing hard. “I don’t want to come. Not yet.” I panted as I pulled myself upright. “Not before you.”
I positioned her at the edge of the bed and grabbed the wand.
“Lube?” I asked, and she pointed to a drawer by her bed.
I slathered it on the wand and handed it back to her. In her dancing eyes, I spotted mischief and shyness, desire and fire.
“Open those legs for me, sweet girl, and keep them wide open.”