CHAPTER 43 #2
Raghav kisses me again, and my fingers slide into his hair as I kiss him back.
His fingers find the clasp of my bra and unfasten it, baring my breasts to him.
A low groan escapes him before he lowers his mouth to them, suckling each one with slow, unhurried devotion.
I instinctively hold him there, wanting more, needing more, while he licks, nips, and kisses every inch of them until I’m arching helplessly beneath him.
During our previous encounters, I’d caught his gaze drifting towards my cleavage more than once, enough to tell me where his weakness lay.
The man is completely obsessed. The way he’s lavishing them with attention now, with both his hands and his mouth, has my head spinning.
And every time I think he’s finally done tormenting me, he proves me wrong.
Just when I begin to recover, he brushes a warm breath over my sensitive skin before swirling his tongue over them again, leaving me even more undone than before.
Then he moves lower, leaving a trail of butterfly kisses across my stomach until he reaches my navel.
If I’d known his mouth on my skin could feel this intoxicating, I might have been better prepared for it.
His fingers brush over the sensitive skin just above my already damp panties while his lips continue raining kisses over my lower abdomen.
His kisses alone could keep me addicted for a lifetime. But when he slowly grazes his knuckles over my panties, a fresh wave of goosebumps erupts across my skin. I reach for his biceps again. He pauses, lifts his head, and presses a soft kiss against my palm.
I’m still struggling to breathe as I look down at him, knowing exactly what’s coming next. His eyes darken before he moves further down the bed and kneels at its edge. My breathing quickens as his fingers hook beneath the waistband of my panties and slowly slide them down my legs.
This is f*cking intimate.
Despite feeling shy, I can’t look away. My eyes remain fixed on him, and his never leave mine. Not even when he brings the delicate piece of silk to his face and inhales my scent.
F*ck! This isn’t supposed to feel so hot.
My entire body burns with desire as I watch him before he finally tosses the tiny scrap of fabric aside. I remember the first time we made out in Mumbai, when I’d worn the saree. He hadn’t been this patient then. He hadn’t given me the chance to feel what every touch of his was doing to my body.
But tonight… my body is on fire.
I close my eyes as he blows a warm breath over my already sensitive flesh before lowering his mouth on me.
I never knew the sensation of his mouth there could feel like this, or that the friction of his stubble against the inside of my thighs could drive me this wild.
My fingers tighten around the sheets to steady myself, wanting some relief from this relentless pleasure that Raghav is giving me with his mouth.
Just when I begin to finally adjust to the overwhelming sensations, he slides a finger inside me.
A moan escapes my lips as Raghav continues to work me with his fingers and mouth, leaving me breathless.
Every nerve ending in my body trembles with need and is aching for more.
The combination of his touch, his patience, and the way he seems to know exactly how to undo me has my thoughts scattering in every direction.
And when his tongue follows the same slow rhythm while his fingers continue moving inside me, I’m already on the brink of falling apart.
I shift beneath him, clinging to whatever I can reach, my words turning into a jumbled mess as the pleasure builds higher and higher.
My back arches as his mouth, tongue, and expert fingers wreak havoc on my senses.
My eyes roll back, the feeling of fullness already overwhelming me.
I tug at his hair, holding him there as my vision begins to blur.
I try to squeeze my thighs together, afraid the way he’s licking me is going to melt me down there forever, but Raghav doesn’t let me move them an inch.
He keeps my knees parted and then splays his hand over my stomach, pressing me back against the mattress.
I grab his arm, my nails digging into his biceps, hoping it will somehow help me withstand the unfamiliar sensations he’s bringing out in me.
Raghav knows I’m close. As if what he’s already doing isn’t enough, his hand moves up to cup my breast. With his mouth driving me wild below and his fingers teasing my sensitive peaks above, I finally explode, coming apart against his mouth.
“Raghav….” I call out his name as aftershocks ripple through my body.
The man is merciless when it comes to pleasuring me, and I love every bit of it.
Slowly, I come down from my high, my body still trembling and my muscles pleasantly spent, when his soft kisses cover my face, neck, and collarbone.
He’s on top on me now, worshipping my upper body all over again while his fingers continue stroking me below.
It’s all too much.
But the man is f*cking insatiable.
Raghav finally pulls back and whispers into my ear. “Is it too much?” he asks, as if reading my expressions, his hand still touching me everywhere. “Tell me if you want me to stop, Siya.”
No. That’s the problem. I don’t want him to stop. The sensations he’s awakening inside my body and the desire he’s stirring within me for more are too intense. And I want him to keep going... for as long as he can.
“Don’t stop…” I purr through the haze, wanting him to continue. But to my surprise, Raghav does the opposite.
He stops.
Pulling back slightly, he settles on his knees above me. I open my eyes and look up at him to know why he suddenly stopped. But the words die somewhere before reaching my lips. The sight before me steals them away completely.
His eyes are dark with desire. His face is flushed.
His lips are swollen. And his hair... tells an entirely different story.
My fingers had been tugging at those strands all this time, leaving them deliciously dishevelled.
Not that it takes away from his appearance.
The man reaches a whole new level of hotness when he’s aroused.
RAGHAV
I don’t know how I survived without Siya all these years. Because now that I know what it feels like to have her this close… to be with her heart to heart, skin to skin… I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop wanting this.
As Siya looks up at me, my gaze drifts over her once again, taking in every beautiful trace I’ve left behind. The evidence of her a*ousal glistening on her inner thighs, the faint red marks over her breasts, and the soft quivering of her lips as if asking for more.
F*ck! There is so much more I want to do to her, with a hundred wild thoughts running through my head right now. But not tonight. I know it’s too much for her to take in all at once. And yet... I can’t stop wanting her.
“You okay?” I finally ask, trying hard to control my desires.
Siya looks at me, still flushed, and pulls me back down and kisses me.
“Keep going,” she whispers. “Make me yours, RK.”
Yes, I will. Because even I can’t bear to wait any longer.
Pulling away again, I lock my eyes with her. “I want to enter you bare the first time.”
Yes, I do. Ever since the day I first saw her, I’ve wanted this.
To feel her skin against mine, to make love to her without any barrier between us.
Just the two of us, the way nature intended.
But if she doesn’t want that, I’ll totally understand.
Siya looks at me as if processing what I’ve just said, and smiles.
Then she gives me a subtle nod, silently urging me to continue.
That’s all the consent I need.
Unbuttoning my trousers, I slide them down along with my boxers before positioning myself over her once again. Her eyes widen and immediately drops to my throbbing hard-on, and I watch her pupils dilate as she sees me stroke myself.
When I press the tip of my a*ousal against her folds, Siya arches beneath me, waiting for more. Holding her knees gently apart, I slowly begin to enter her.
She’s so tight.
I’m not even halfway inside when a sharp cry escapes her lips. Siya shudders in pain, her fingers gripping my arms, and I stop immediately.
“Shh…” I gently stroke her hair. “Breathe, Siya.”
She does as I ask. I’m with her, guiding her through every sensation, helping her relax, and not rushing her.
When she finally wraps her legs around me and gives me another subtle nod, I bury my face against her neck and push deeper.
Between asking her to take deep breaths and easing myself further inside her, we gradually find our rhythm.
Siya and I fit together like two pieces of a puzzle.
Our thighs slap against one another as I thrust in and out of her, faster, deeper, harder.
She tenses. I continue my pace as Siya comes undone once again.
This time it’s so intense that a cry escapes her lips as she desperately clings to me.
The sight of her falling apart pushes me over the edge.
My body is rock hard as I empty my own release into her, my hands gripping her hips as I pump every last drop into my wife.
I collapse against her, burying my face between her breasts while her fingers move soothingly through my hair, both of us slowly coming down from our high together.
“F*ck,” I gasp, lifting my head just enough to brush a kiss across her forehead.
“You okay?” I ask again, needing to be sure, before I slowly pull out of her.
She takes a moment to respond. Though she’s unable to say much, the look on her face tells me she’s fine. I lean down and kiss her forehead again, breathing in her sweet scent.
“I love you, Siya.”
Siya looks at me before slowly lifting herself until our lips meet. “I love you too, Raghav,” she whispers against them.