Twenty
-One
Vikrant
My hand wanted to tremble as I leaned in closer and ran it over Anika’s side. Squeezing her waist, pulling her closer so she was half on my lap. It was only the last year of self-denial that kept me rigid.
‘Vikrant,’ she whispered against my ear. Her breath hot and breathy. Driving every single thought off my head and into my cock. I was hard, almost painfully so, as she kissed my ear. And the sweaty skin under it. And then scraped her teeth over it.
I cupped her breast, brushing one thumb over her nipple and she moaned. A broken sound I was immensely grateful to hear. She arched into me her fiery core against my arousal.
Anika’s hand wandered to the drawstring of my pants. But I stopped her before she could shove it down and take me in her hand.
‘Wait.’ I squeezed her wrist.
She writhed, sinking deeper into the mattress while pulling me closer between her legs. ‘No. No more waiting. It’s been so long. So long.; Anika squeezed her own hand over mine at her breast and shuddered. ‘So long,’ she repeated.
She was magnificently wanton, her hair trailing over my fingers at her chest, silken bonds of desire and claiming. She bit her lip once, in need and sheer desperation.
I embraced her fully. Gave her what we both wanted. Banding over her slender back. Running soothing hands on her spine, till she melted into me, like always.
‘We have all night. All fucking night.’ I framed her face in my hands and kissed her like I wanted to.
Slow, so slow, time lost all meaning under the rubbing of her lips on mine. Under the small sounds she made as she tried to take the kiss deeper. I squeezed her breasts rhythmically as I kissed her, and she went a little wild rubbing herself on me. Wet heat and arousal a sharp tang in the air.
Her taste, her scent, the imprint of her body never forgotten. Always sought after.
She pushed me on the bed, trying to get me to move further. And, before, I’d always allowed her to set the pace in our sex life. Wanting her to always be safe, always fee l safe with me. Her needs mattered more than mine.
Not tonight.
Tonight, my needs were taking over too.
Anika reared back in surprise when her pushing didn’t yield the expected result. I was still upright.
***
‘Lie down,’ I said, softly. Storms in my eyes. ‘Please,’ I requested. Because I wasn’t that fucking billionaire from the fanfic adaptation she adored and made me suffer through during one of our early dates.
Anika’s eyes clouded. Almost drifted shut as she went supine on the bed. For good measure, she even let her hands fall to her sides. Open and vulnerable to me like she always was.
And I always made sure to never take advantage of it. Of her trust in me. But this woman had also broken my heart clean in two.
All bets were off now.
I swept one hand from her neck, palm down, feeling the trembling shivers passing through her.
‘Let go of the sheets,’ I ordered.
I palmed the valley of her breasts, her ribcage, her little pot belly until I came to her panties. I ran my hand over them too. Rubbing the gusset for good measure. Her tangy arousal filled the air.
Anika arched into my touch, a liquid scream forming in her throat.
‘Quieter,’ I said, mindful of my family sleeping just doors away. ‘Keep your eyes open.’
Her breath sobbed out. But she kept her eyes on mine with effort. The lashes shuddering like flames with the effort. ‘You…this is hot.’ Her voice was desire-dazed. Hot on its own.
‘I’m just getting started.’ I smiled against her tummy and kissed her navel before biting it. Like she’d bit the skin behind my ear.
Anika’s legs thrashed as I swiftly discarded her panties and plunged into her waiting arousal. All wet, all mine. I lapped it up, fingers and teeth and tongue. While she broke for me, over and over again. Her pleasure sounding like music to my starved ears.
I bit at the edge of her clit and squeezed her inner thighs, and she raised her hips, thrashing against the mattress. This was not gentle, no prelude to lovemaking.
I was taking what I wanted from her – every last bit of her pleasure. The sounds she couldn’t make, the way her belly went concave as she sobbed her breaths out, her thighs around my shoulders straining for purchase and relief. The soft depression of her hips when I squeezed them to get to the right angle inside her.
I moved over the mattress, trying to find some relief for my own arousal but it only wanted Anika. All of me wanted her . Was on fire for her.Being this close to her and inside her, tasting her after months of not having her was presenting a feast to a starving man. I gorged myself.
Biting and sucking and licking, taking more of her sweet honey down my throat, and relearning the shape and curves of her.
I licked her one last time and she came for me, beautifully. Undone. All mine. From my tongue and lips and mouth.
When she was a limp, quivering mess on the bed - spots on the sheet I wasn’t going to wash ever - I raised my head and licked my lips.
She was gripping her breast and rubbing her thumb over the nipple as she rode the aftershocks of her orgasm.
I slapped her hand away.
‘Mine,’ I growled. ‘That’s mine.’
I reared up and took the nipple and aureola in my lips and sucked so hard it should have been painful. But she loved it because she arched her back into my mouth so I could do it again.
Then I looked at her like a man possessed.
Her lips parted, dazed and satisfied.
‘I like this dominating kink,’ she murmured. But her hand found my erection. ‘And this is mine,’ she murmured silkily.
She gave me a quick stroke from base to tip.
I pushed her hand away again.
This time, Anika pouted. ‘What…?’