40. Aarti
AARTI
A shiver swept across my body at his words as I waited for him to enter me.
I had surprised myself all evening, from kissing him like there was no tomorrow to blowing him the way I had always wanted. Right now, he stood above me, ready to thrust his formidable dick inside me, and I still couldn’t believe I was about to fuck Sujit Rao. The Sujit Rao. My Sujit Rao.
My fantasies stood before me, shaped in reality.
“I can’t believe this dick is mine. Mine .” My back arched as the words escaped my lips.
He bent and brought his mouth to me. “Only yours,” he reasserted. “Along with everything else that I have.”
His weight felt wonderful as he brought his knees around me on the bed and kissed me.
I wasn’t a slight woman, but his big palm cradled my face as if I were a delicate doll.
His breath was the most comforting thing I’d felt in a long time.
Like him, his kiss was calm, assured, tender, but held the passion of a roaring wildfire.
“Fuck me, Sujit. I can’t wait any longer.”
“Neither can I,” he said and kissed me again.
He stood and positioned himself at the edge of the bed. When I opened my needy, wanton legs, a smile rippled across his lips.
“Look at you, my darling. You are so beautiful with your legs open for me. I can gaze at you all day long.”
I felt my face flush, and I pushed my breasts closer with my arms.
“How about now?” I teased.
He raked his hand through his hair and shook his head.
“You have no mercy, do you?” he said and grabbed my tits in his big hands, squeezing them. All blood rushed to my nipples, which were plump and erect, ready for his mouth again.
He read the anticipation in my eyes. “Tell me,” he whispered. “Tell me what you want to see.”
My back arched again. There was a difference between what you want and what you want to see . He knew exactly what I wanted. I wanted to watch him feasting on me.
“Grab them between your teeth,” I said.
My breath was lava as I watched him clamp down on my nipple.
His tongue swiped the small area available to him as he held the big nipple tight.
A light groan emerged from my chest. He pulled it upward, creating a sweet tension in the breast, then bit down hard.
It was only a couple of seconds of brutality, but it unleashed a thrill that had me grinding against his leg like a cat.
Begging to be taken. Then he moved to the other breast and did it all over again.
“Mark me, Sujit. Mark my body as yours,” I begged like I never thought I would. With him, I could unleash my desperation without fear.
“Where?” he asked, unflinching at my request.
I pointed to the swell of my left breast. “Here.”
His mouth closed on the area—all suction. This fucking god knew how to deliver a perfect hickey! I luxuriated in the warm pinch. Gazing down at the beautiful bruise on my chest, I pointed to my shoulder.
The underside of my breast came next, and a final one on my neck.
“The next time we go out, I want you to keep your neck uncovered. I want the world to see my mark on you, Aarti Bhatia,” he said.
I couldn’t hold it any longer. “Please,” I said with an edge in my breathless voice. “Please fuck me. I need to feel you inside me. Deep. All the way to my core.” I was not ashamed to beg. I would beg all my life to be fucked by him.
This time when he stood upright, he rubbed his cock all over the opening. When it crashed against my clit, an electric bolt ran through me. I saw him guide it in, tenderly and carefully.
I became the deep moan that emerged from my chest. Wet and ready as I had been, having him inside me set a new bar for what it meant to be dripping. With every thrust, an exhilaration flooded through my walls. In the silence of the room, I heard the slick sound of my body, which aroused me further.
When I flicked the switch on my wand, it whirred in a quiet rhythm.
The moment I placed it where I wanted, the sensations became overbearing.
The way he filled me up was already giving me a heady rush.
Adding my sensitive clit to the equation threatened to tip me over the edge.
I modulated the pressure, allowing my body to retain some semblance of lucidity.
My legs, bent at the knees, spread wider to give me the maximum contact with Sujit.
He leaned over to reach my breasts, gently at first. Then, as the heat washed over us, he squeezed them tight.
He closed his fingers around my nipples, and I felt the effect of the pinch in my stomach.
My muscles clenched, and I slammed the wand harder on my erect clit.
An unexpected shriek escaped me and the toy slipped from my grip. I was losing it fast.
Chasing the dancing toy with dexterity, he brought it back to the desired spot, his dick firm and steady inside me.
I guided his hand holding the wand to the tender-most spot, and groaned as he pressed it snug.
His thrusts resumed—slow, rhythmic, steady.
My only option was to surrender to his movements rocking my body.
My eyes dropped closed as he turned up the speed, his cock ramming into me like I had demanded. The wand cinched tight.
The tremors hit my belly first and I clutched the sheet beneath me. My breath hitched and remained suspended, awaiting the tidal wave that would wash me into the deepest recesses of the sea. My legs began to close up.
“No, sweet girl. You need to keep them open,” Sujit urged, and the tsunami I was waiting for crashed into me. As if his voice held the validation it needed, my orgasm torpedoed through me, and I reached for his hand holding the wand. He swatted it away.
“Jouissance,” was his pithy reminder.
My arms flailed about, trying to find something to hold on to. I grabbed the pillow underneath my head and clutched it in my fists.
Sujit withdrew his cock and put his fingers against my G-spot for the final stretch that would sink me to the ocean floor.
With the wand firm and steady, he rubbed against the roof.
My body turned to a weeping mess as I lost control over every faculty.
My muscles gave way, and I screamed the hell out of my lungs.
The pleasure transformed into pain, then evolved back into pleasure. My soul shattered and reconstituted in the same moment. I lost myself to the destruction and found myself in it. My euphoric body vaporized into nothingness, then landed like a heavy mass of boulders, lifeless.
“That’s my girl,” he said as I continued to spasm through the sensation of loss and gain intertwined as one.
A tear ran down the side of my face. The wand disappeared, as did Sujit’s finger. His mouth was now between my legs, tenderly licking my warrior’s wounds.
As I emerged from the deluge, another storm ravaged through me. Unexpected, inconsolable tears now flowed down my face. Healing tears. The pain I had carried for all the years that I had not known Sujit became the tide flooding my eyes.
He slid up beside me and enveloped me in a tight embrace. I felt his lips on my forehead. “I’m here, my love,” he whispered. “Nothing’s going to hurt you anymore.”
At his words, all barriers around my heart came crashing down. The gates to the fortress I had built flew wide open, and the torrent turned more savage.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart. You’re safe in my arms. I’ll protect you and your heart.”
The little girl who had fended off ridicule and contempt, who had strived and failed to find acceptance from her peers.
The young woman who had wanted the world to see her in her own right, who didn’t want her tears to be taken for weakness.
The lover who’d been wronged, who had found no love in return. They all healed in his arms that night.
When my tears waned, I found my breath back. I was stronger with him. I was stronger because of him.
Slipping one leg between his, I sniffed away those unwarranted tears. “And I’ll protect you right back,” I promised.
“I know you will,” he said and hugged me tight until our bodies were one. I lay helpless—and the happiest I’d ever been.
I think I could be excused for having no recall of what happened next.
I do remember straddling him, grinding myself against him.
I remember gazing into his eyes as I lay below him.
I remember the gush flooding me when he came inside me.
I remember him saying how much he loved seeing it drip out of me.
How we got there, I didn’t quite recollect.
Wrapped up in his arms, I took in his spicy masculine scent, heightened by heat and sex.
I let my hand rove over his body, feeling the shape of his hip and thigh, the muscles on his chest and abdomen, and the soft, clean cheeks where his dimples appeared when he smiled.
I reached up and kissed the tip of his nose and the soft lips below it.
I drew my hand to his ear and tugged at the plush lobes.
I traced the deeply intricate crevices of his beautifully carved ear with my finger, my face buried in his chest. When he kissed my forehead, I wished we could remain suspended in this moment forever.
But then, I needed to pee. Begrudgingly but with haste, I pushed myself off his chest and pulled the robe that had fallen to the floor.
“Aarti,” Sujit called, and I glanced at him over my shoulder. He shook his head with a domineering look in his eye.
“What?” I said, one shoulder into the robe. “You want me to walk to the restroom naked while you watch me?”
His lip turned up in one corner. “No clothing this weekend.”
I returned his smile and shrugged the robe off my shoulder. “That works both ways, I hope. I’d love to watch your cute ass as you walk away.”
He shook with a gentle laugh and pulled my hand to grab me.
“Don’t!” I cried hurriedly. “I’m going to burst.”
He placed a quick kiss on my hand and let me go.
Rushing to the bathroom, I released all the tension pent up in my bladder.
I rinsed and cleaned, gargled and deodorized in preparation for what awaited us next.
As I fluffed my hair, I admired Sujit’s marks on my body.
When I walked out into the bedroom, I heard the sound of a soft snore.
Sujit’s peaceful face greeted me and I gleamed at the sight before stepping away, sans clothing, to get a drink of water.
As I crossed the living room on my way to the kitchen, I heard a silent buzz of a phone.
I scanned around and remembered Sujit had tossed the phone onto the couch.
The persistent buzz did help me locate it, but I stopped short of picking it up when I saw that it was Manoj calling.
I wondered if I should wake Sujit, but then why would I disturb his rest for this man?
He got what he deserved. Now all he might want was to either abuse Sujit or try to appeal to his decency, yet again.
Only this time, Sujit was in no mood to entertain either.
The phone stopped buzzing, and I continued my trek to the kitchen.
Grabbing two glasses of water and a coaster to cover his, I tiptoed back to the bedroom.
Sujit had rolled onto the other shoulder now, away from me, and I pulled a light cover on his naked body.
Then, on a whim, I walked back out, retrieved his phone, and placed it by the nightstand on my side of the bed.
Wondering how to kill time while I waited for Sujit to wake up from his nap—I hoped he would soon—I pulled out my laptop and AirPods.
I rarely got time to catch up on any of the series I kept adding to my watchlist. Today looked like a great opportunity to watch at least one episode of a series while I waited for the man of my dreams to wake up from his dream and make love to me again.
I chuckled inwardly at my girlish thoughts and turned on a spicy Spanish period romance drama that I had left midway.
Talk about girlish! I was crushing hard on the young hero.
The series, set somewhere in Cantabria, was lush with glorious castles and expansive landscapes.
I was grinning like a schoolgirl at the banter between the two lead characters when a gentle tap on my shoulder made me jump out of my skin.
One AirPod popped out of my ear, and I saw Sujit staring at me, amused.
“Not funny,” I reprimanded, pulling the other AirPod out and dropping it all in a drawer beside me.
“What are you watching?” he asked as I clicked the spacebar to pause the movie.
“Nothing that might interest you,” I said, promptly pushing the laptop screen down. “I got you some water, thought you might be thirsty after…you know…”
I placed the glass in his hand, and he downed it in under five seconds.
“Gosh, you were thirsty!” I remarked.
He grazed a finger along my jaw. “I’m hungry too. But let me freshen up first.”
As I collected the glass from him, a pleasant thought hit me.
I was capable of the little things! I had always suspected I was all about larger-than-life gestures, that’s what I was good at.
But being here with this kind, brilliant, ridiculously gorgeous man, I found versions of me I had never noticed before.
My father was right. Sujit made me kinder, better, stronger. He made me feel cherished.
Sujit returned with his face fresh and dewy, hair slightly damp, and full-frontal nudity that created ripples in my stomach. He snuggled against me and pulled the duvet over us.
He gazed at my face with a desire so powerful, I bit my lip and my eyes lowered on instinct. He smelled of mint and herbs. The spicy scent of his body danced around me as he moved closer to my face. But instead of touching my lips, he reached for my cheek and placed a gentle, adoring kiss.
“You are the best thing that could have happened to me,” he whispered in my ear. “I’ve never felt like this before. I feel alive, full of hope. I look forward to waking up each morning because I have you in my life.”
He paused, then grinned. “I can’t resist thinking, I’m grateful Sameer broke your heart, and I’m glad Tara broke mine.”