34 Bye For A Week #2
"Look at me, Niyati," he commanded huskily, breaking the kiss just enough to stare down into my dazed, dilated eyes. "Watch me make you come."
I could barely keep my eyes open, but I locked my gaze onto his dark, fierce expression. Seeing the absolute worship and hunger in his face pushed me over the absolute brink.
A sharp, violent wave of pleasure shattered through my lower belly, rippling through my entire body in intense, pulsing contractions.
I clamped my thigh tightly against his hand, burying my face into the crook of his neck to muffle my breathless, sobbing cries as the intense orgasm washed over me in long, unbearable waves.
Ansh held me tightly through the entire tremor, his hand gently riding out the lingering ripples inside my pants until I slowly began to come back down to earth, thoroughly spent and trembling in his arms.
He slowly pulled his wet fingers back, adjusting my waistband before wrapping both arms around my waist to steady my weak knees. Resting his cheek against my hair, he let out a long, shuddering breath of his own, his chest heaving against mine.
"God, you're perfect," he murmured, his voice filled with a quiet, reverent awe.
I rested my head against his shoulder, my heart still racing as I fought to catch my breath. "You're crazy..." I whispered softly, a weak, breathless giggle escaping my lips. "We almost got caught."
Ansh smiled, pulling back slightly to look down at me with a mischievous, thoroughly satisfied glint in his eyes. "Maybe. But it was completely worth it."
Ansh, looking down at my flushed face with an immensely satisfied, triumphant glint in his dark eyes. "Now that," he murmured huskily, pulling me close to kiss the top of my head, "is exactly how I wanted my little girlfriend to send me off."
A warm blush flooded my cheeks. Smiling shyly, I buried my face straight into his chest, wrapping my arms tightly around his waist to hide my burning face while he chuckled softly, holding me close.
A little while later, after we had both straightened our clothes and composed ourselves, Ansh carried his heavy duffel bag down the grand staircase.
Mrs. Raizada met him near the entrance, holding a large, packed bag brimming with homemade food and snacks she had spent the entire morning preparing for his trip back to Delhi. Ansh loaded the food carefully into the boot of his car alongside his luggage, making sure everything was secure.
Once he closed the trunk, he turned back toward the porch where we were all standing. A tender smile touched his lips as he walked up to his mother, wrapping his arms around her in a deep, affectionate hug.
"Take care of yourself, Maa," he murmured softly.
"You too, beta. Call me the moment you reach," Mrs. Raizada said, patting his back lovingly before pulling away.
Ansh then turned to Diya, who had her arms crossed over her chest with a playfully dramatic pout. He chuckled, stepping forward and pulling his sister into a tight, warm embrace. "Study hard for those four finals, kiddo. Don't stress out."
"I won't! And don't miss me too much," Diya teased, hugging him back tightly before slapping his arm lightly as she pulled away.
Finally, Ansh's dark eyes drifted over to where I was standing a few feet behind them. Knowing he couldn't pull me into his arms or kiss me right in front of his mother, he offered me a quiet, lingering smile filled with all the silent promises and shared heat of what had just happened upstairs.
He offered a warm, subtle wave just for me, his eyes speaking volumes. I smiled back softly, holding his gaze and waving back.
Walking over to his car, Ansh opened the door and climbed into the driver's seat. He turned the key, the engine roaring smoothly to life. Rolling down the window, he rested his arm on the door frame, his eyes sweeping over the three most important ladies in his life standing on the porch.
"Bye, everyone!" he called out with a bright smile.
"Drive safely, Ansh!" Mrs. Raizada called after him.
With one last warm, meaningful glance in my direction, Ansh put the car into gear, eased onto the driveway, and drove off, leaving the quiet house behind as he began his journey back to Delhi.
It was close to midnight when Niyati finally set her heavy textbooks aside and sank back against her headboard, sliding her phone out from beneath her pillow. Their call began with the easy, comforting rhythm that had sustained them through the distance, drifting naturally through the quiet room.
"Have you eaten dinner?" Ansh's deep voice drifted through the speaker, rich and warm enough to instantly ease the tension in her shoulders.
"Yeah, Maa made paneer tonight," Niyati murmured, stretching her legs out beneath her duvet. "What about you? Did you order out again?"
"Just a quick salad after work. Still reviewing some files," he replied with a quiet sigh, the rustle of paperwork audible in the background.
"Don't work too late, Ansh..." She pulled the phone closer to her face, a sudden wave of quiet longing sweeping over her. "I miss you."
There was a brief pause on his end before his tone shifted, dropping into something far lower and more intimate. "I miss you more, baby. Let's do a video call."
"Okay," she agreed softly.
A moment later, his image filled her screen. He was sitting in his dimly lit bedroom, dressed in a dark sleeveless shirt that highlighted his broad shoulders and sharp collarbones, his dark hair pleasantly messy from a long day. Niyati took a moment simply to absorb the sight of him.
Ansh's dark eyes swept over her reflection, taking in her appearance-her hair pulled into a loose, messy bun, her black-rimmed reading glasses resting on her nose, and an oversized shirt draped loosely over her frame.
But as his gaze drifted downward, his focus locked entirely on her chest. Through the soft cotton of her thin t-shirt, the distinct outline of her hardened nipples pressed visibly against the fabric.
Ansh swallowed hard, his throat working in a slow, heavy motion. "Aren't you wearing your bra?"
A sudden flush bloomed across Niyati's neck, painting her cheeks a brilliant shade of crimson. She shifted slightly under his intense gaze. "It's almost sleeping time," she confessed. "So... I skipped it."
His eyes darkened instantly, the casual atmosphere of the late-night call dissolving into a sharp, heavy hunger. Seeing the dramatic shift in his expression, Niyati unconsciously bit her lower lip, her heart taking a wild leap in her chest.
Ansh leaned closer to his camera, a slow, dangerously seductive smirk curling the corner of his lips. "Have you skipped your panties too?"
The sheer boldness of his question made her skin burn, but instead of retreating, a sudden spark of daring confidence surged through her. Composing herself, Niyati looked straight into the camera, a subtle smile playing on her lips.
"Do you want to see if I've skipped them or not?"
Ansh gripped his phone so tightly his knuckles paled, a visible flash of tension running along his jawline. "Niyati..."
"But you have to earn it," she added teasingly, tilting her head.
He raised an eyebrow, his tone thick with intrigue. "How exactly am I supposed to do that?"
She tapped her chin thoughtfully for a fleeting second as an idea took shape. "Video call me from your laptop instead."
Ansh frowned, genuine confusion crossing his features. "What? Why?"
"Arrey, just do it, na!"
He let out a low, amused chuckle, unable to resist her. "Fine. Give me a minute."
They disconnected the mobile call, and seconds later, her laptop chimed softly in the quiet room.
Niyati accepted the request, placing the device securely on her lap.
Across the wide screen, Ansh appeared in crisp high-definition, his broad frame filling the frame as he rested his chin on one hand, studying her.
"Okay," he said, his deep voice echoing clearly through her speakers. "So why are we in this official setup?"
"Do you have the Plato app on your phone?" she asked, propping her mobile against her desk lamp.
"Yes, I do."
"Good," Niyati smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "We're going to play games on it. And whoever wins each round gets to ask the other to remove any piece of clothing... or..."
Ansh's dark eyes narrowed, instantly catching the wicked undertone in her voice. "Or gets to ask what, Niyati?"
Niyati bit the inside of her cheek, leaning in closer to her webcam until her gaze locked firmly onto his across the digital divide. "Or... gets to ask the other person to play with themselves... and ride all the way over to the edge."
Ansh's smirk deepened-dark, lethal, and entirely satisfied. He picked up his phone, his thumb gliding smoothly across the glass as he opened the app.
"Let's start the game then," he murmured, his velvet voice promising a long, unforgettable night.