Good Morning
Ananya
Mmm. Nice smell.
I wiggled closer. Ugh. What’s this weight around my waist?
I reached for it and froze. An arm?
My breath stopped. My eyes snapped open.
Soft light spilt through the curtains, brushing Jai’s face.
Yesterday’s events played through my head: brunch with Rhea, sketching in the afternoon, the fashion show in the evening, followed by the exhibition. Rekha. The panic attack.
My heart clenched at the thought. It had been the scariest experience of my life.
But the way Jai was there for me after … it was exactly what I needed. He was exactly what I needed.
My eyes roamed over him. His hair was mussed up. Thick, long lashes. A crease sat between his brows, as though he were concentrating even in his sleep. His soft lips were shut firmly.
A strange ache spread through me. I’d seen Jai confident, stubborn, amused. But in his sleep, he was unguarded. Mine to look at without his knowing.
I traced the sharp curve of his jaw, feeling the rasp of his stubble until I reached the faint scar on his chin. I pressed a soft kiss over it and wished I could stop time.
I would’ve traded anything to stay in this moment where the rest of the world didn’t exist, where there were only the two of us. And all that mattered was his breath on my skin, the steady beat of his heart beneath my palm and his possessive arm wrapped around my waist.
When I pulled away, his eyes were open.
Jai smiled slowly. ‘Good morning,’ he said, his voice rough with sleep.
His arm tightened as his lips brushed over mine softly, unhurriedly.
My hand curled around the back of his neck as I gently bit his lower lip and tugged.
‘Fuck,’ he groaned.
The next moment, I was on my back, his arms bracketing my body and his mouth slanting over mine. His hand tangled in my hair and angled my head so he could deepen the kiss. His tongue snuck past my lips and brushed against mine.
We kissed like we were trying to memorise each other before the world ended. Frantic. Hungry. Desperate.
Jai consumed me. But I needed more.
Always more of him.
His hand slipped under my T-shirt, his palm sliding over the bare skin of my stomach and palming my breast.
‘Jai,’ I gasped as he moulded the soft flesh, my back arching into his warm touch.
‘You make me feral.’ His mouth trailed hot kisses down my neck, his fingers pinching my nipple, drawing a moan.
My hand sank into his hair. He gently bit my clothed breast, sending shock waves through my body that gathered between my thighs. My core throbbed with a life of its own. ‘Please,’ I cried out.
‘Please, what?’ A soft brush against my soaked panties.
I clenched. ‘Uhm …’
Another brush. I moaned, my hips bucking, reaching for his touch again.
‘Tell me what you want, Ananya.’
My body trembled at his demand. I’d never said something like this to anyone. But with Jai … I wanted to. Because he wanted me to. ‘Please make me cum,’ I whimpered.
A slow, wicked smile formed on his lips. ‘Good girl.’ His hands bunched the hem of my T-shirt, and in one smooth motion, he tugged it over my head.
Goosebumps prickled my skin as the cool air touched me, only to be chased away by something fierce in his dark gaze as it swept across my body. My heart thundered. I felt completely bare – and yet, safe. As if he could see all my imperfections and accepted them anyway.
His lips followed, pressing against mine before trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my throat. My breath hitched as he went lower, his mouth dragging down my cleavage, his stubble scratching a delicious path until he was between my thighs.
I was panting when he placed a final kiss over the drenched lace. His fingers hooked into the sides of my panties, pulling them down in a swift, impatient motion.
‘So beautiful,’ he murmured.
The air grew thick with anticipation. My mind unravelled.
The first stroke of his tongue made my hips jerk.
Hot. Wet. Perfect.
He groaned against me, and the vibration made me gasp.
His hands held me open, unyielding, as his mouth moved in slow circles before sinking lower, tasting me fully.
‘Oh, God—’ My voice broke, my hand fisting his hair as pleasure unfurled inside me. My head tipped back.
‘You taste so good, Ananya,’ he rasped.
I bit my lip.
Jai alternated between languid strokes and sharp flicks, adjusting with every gasp and twitch of my body. When his lips closed over my clit and sucked, my vision blurred.
He slid a finger in, then another. ‘You’re so tight,’ he groaned, curling them just right as his tongue kept its relentless pace.
‘Jai,’ I cried as pleasure coiled tight, my moans rising higher and higher until I shattered. Blinding heat and light flooded my veins as I fell apart in his hold.
It wasn’t just his mouth, hands or pace. It was him. The way he looked at me like I was his, and nothing else mattered.
He didn’t stop until I sank back into the bed, trembling and breathless. He reached up, his eyes hungry as he kissed me slowly, deeply, making me taste myself. ‘We’re only getting started.’
My pulse hammered in my throat. My body still quivered from the aftershocks. But when his words sank in, my core involuntarily clenched. I wanted him. Desperately. Endlessly. All of him.
‘Is that a promise?’ I asked in a rare streak of boldness.
Flames ignited in his eyes as he leaned back and took his T-shirt off in a swift motion. Broad shoulders. Sculpted chest. Lean, sinuous muscles. My mouth dried. Jai’s body was temptation and strength made flesh.
‘You’re about to find out.’ He discarded his pyjamas and boxers, revealing a sharp V-cut that led down to his jutting cock.
Oh my God. He was thick and large, the tip slick with pre-cum. The thought of him inside me sent a tingle of thrill and anticipation down my spine. But a distant, rational voice in the back of my head warned me I’d be in over my head. Literally and figuratively.
He reached into the bedside drawer, tore open a foil wrapper and rolled on a condom.
‘Can you go slow?’ I whispered, looking up at him.
Jai froze. ‘Is this … your first time?’ he asked softly. ‘We don’t need to do this right now, Ananya.’
‘No!’ I said quickly, shaking my head. ‘It’s just … been a while.’
Something unidentifiable passed through his eyes. ‘How long?’ His hand slipped between my thighs again and rubbed slow, teasing circles.
I could feel myself grow wetter at the possessive undercurrent of his tone, coupled with the torturous onslaught of his fingers. My cheeks burned at the unguarded sounds it drew out. ‘Years.’
He captured my mouth in a rough kiss. ‘Fuck, Ananya.’ His dick nudged my entrance. ‘I’ll go slow.’
Jai slid in slowly, constantly checking with me, making sure I was okay.
I gasped once he was inside. Arrows of pain and pleasure shot across my body, setting me on fire.
‘Shit.’ His teeth dug into my neck. ‘You feel so good.’
Once the ache subsided, I moved my hips experimentally. The intensity of that sensation struck so hard that I clenched involuntarily.
Jai groaned, slowly sliding out and then pushing back in, reaching deeper this time.
I moaned, my eyes sliding shut.
The muscles of his back rippled under my touch as he moved slowly and deeply, setting a deliciously torturous rhythm. Every thrust coaxed a moan out of me and wound me tighter. The world faded; just the two of us remained.
I kissed his earlobe and gently bit it.
A mixture of a moan and a groan escaped Jai’s mouth. His thrusts grew hard and fast. My pulse raced. The sound of skin slapping against skin and our harsh breaths echoed in the room.
Jai palmed my breast, his touch warm and rough. This wasn’t making love. It wasn’t exactly fucking either. It was something else – worship through chaos.
I cried out when he hit a spot.
Pleasure ripped through me, sudden and fierce. My body convulsed. My toes curled, and my back arched off the bed. I was gasping for breath, but Jai maintained his brutal pace.
I didn’t even get a chance to ride off the high before I felt pressure starting to build again. My brain short-circuited. Jai possessed me.
‘Oh, God,’ I moaned, clinging to him.
My nails dug into the powerful lines of his back, urging him closer. Deeper. I wanted no space between us. I wanted to be completely one with him.
‘Yes,’ Jai gritted. His hand slid to the back of my knee, and he lifted it to my chest, his grip unyielding. ‘I want to hear how much I’m pleasing you, baby.’
‘Jai,’ I cried out. The new angle shattered me. He drove in deeper, striking a spot that made me see stars behind my eyelids. My moans grew louder.
He hammered into me relentlessly. Mercilessly. Each thrust stole my breath. My thoughts scattered and dissolved into a blur of sensation. All I could feel was him. Inside me. On me. I was heat, pulse and an ocean of boundless pleasure. ‘I … Jai, please. Fuck—’
He rolled the pebbled tip of my nipple between his fingers. ‘Look at me.’
Sparks of pleasure burst through the haze. I gasped, my eyes snapping open and locking into his.
‘I want you to look at me when you cum.’ Blazing pools of honey stared straight at my soul. ‘I want to see the exact moment I make you completely mine,’ he said, his voice rough.
The orgasm hit like a storm. Wild and merciless. My body quaked as liquid fire raced through my veins. I was a mixture of moans, gasps and a euphoria so intense, I became it.
Jai’s hand skated down and gripped my hips as his thrusts grew sloppy. He came with a low groan, his cock throbbing inside me. ‘Fucking hell. This … you’re something else.’
When he collapsed beside me, our skin was slick with sweat, and we were gasping for air. Wetness smeared my thighs, and I was sure I had ruined his sheets too. But we were beyond caring.
‘That was …’ I couldn’t find the words to describe it.
Jai turned to face me. There was an innocence in his eyes that tugged at my heartstrings. ‘Far better than my wildest dreams.’
‘You dream about me?’ I asked half-teasingly.
His smile was slow and sure. ‘All the damn time.’
I reached forward and kissed him softly.