CHAPTER 49 #2
Siya’s smile widens as she looks at it almost lovingly. “I didn’t buy it. Haider gifted it to us as a belated wedding gift,” she says proudly, patting the backrest.
I blink, a little surprised. Haider got us this?
“Isn’t it sweet?” Siya chuckles. “He knew I wanted a couch for our room, so he decided to gift us this.”
Seeing that I’m still surprised, Siya walks over and wraps her arms around my neck.
“I love it. What do you think?”
I slide my arms around her waist and pull her closer.
“If you love it, then I love it too,” I say with a sigh.
“Although, I am a little concerned now. The man clearly needs lessons in gifting. I can only imagine what Haider has planned for his date with Esha tonight. I just hope he doesn’t show up with a gun as a present on their first date. ”
Siya laughs, clearly agreeing with me.
“If he had asked me, I could have given him far better advice for tonight.”
A faint frown appears on her face as she pulls back slightly and narrows her eyes at me.
“You would have given him advice?” she asks. “Raghav Kundra, since when did you become an expert on taking women out on dates?” Her gaze turns suspicious. “Exactly how many women had the privilege of receiving all that expertise before me?”
I shake my head, unable to stop the smile tugging at my lips. For some reason, I love her most when she’s jealous. I lean closer and brush a kiss just below her ear before sliding the spaghetti straps of her camisole down her shoulder.
“I never took women on dates. Just you, Princess. It will always be just you.”
Siya finally relaxes against me. I press a feather-light kiss to her shoulder, my lips trailing slowly over every inch of exposed skin.
Tonight, she’s dressed like this for a reason, and I intend to give her exactly what she’s looking for.
Siya rises onto her toes and kisses me, and my tongue instantly slides into her mouth, tasting her, as I devour her mouth like she f*cking deserves.
A soft moan escapes from her as I nip her lower lip between my teeth before soothing it with another kiss.
It’s been too long. Too f*cking long since we made love.
For the last month, we haven’t had a moment like this.
After Siya’s surgery, her arm remained trapped in bandages and a sling for more than three weeks.
We stole a few kisses and held each other whenever we could.
We even lost ourselves in a few heated moments, but we never took it any further because I wanted her completely healed first.
But now... she has recovered. The sling is gone, and judging by the look in her eyes, she knows exactly what she wants. I want it too.
My hands slide along her back before slipping beneath her top, finally feeling her skin against mine. Siya starts unbuttoning my shirt and pushes it off my shoulders in a hurry, but the moment her fingers reach the button of my trousers, I catch her wrist and stop her.
She looks at me, confused. I hold her gaze for a moment before asking quietly, “I know the doctor has given the go-ahead, but are you really okay?”
“I’m fine,” she nods. “It’s been too long, Raghav. I want you.”
F*ck! The way she says those last three words nearly destroys whatever restraint I have left.
My hands grip her bottom as I lift her effortlessly into my arms. Her legs immediately wrap around my waist, and her arms curl around my neck as I carry her towards the bed.
But instead of laying her down on the mattress, I sit on the edge, keeping her right where I want her… on my lap, wrapped around me.
She kisses me again, holding my face.
“I don’t want you to hurt your shoulder,” I tell her as I pull her top over her head. She’s f*cking braless underneath. “Ride me tonight.”
Siya immediately agrees, and all the restraint we’ve both been holding onto for the past month finally breaks.
I shift backwards and lie down on the bed with Siya straddling me.
She kisses me all over my face, her lips finding mine every few seconds before she moves lower and kisses my neck.
I continue to touch her as she moves over me, breathing in the familiar scent of her hair when it brushes against my face as she places open-mouthed kisses all over my chest. Siya takes her time, kissing me from my chest to my abdomen, enjoying the way my muscles tense beneath her touch.
“Siya…” I gasp when her lips graze lower, dangerously close to the waistband of my trousers.
She pauses and looks up at me, her eyes glinting with desire. I know exactly what she wants.
“Are you sure?” I ask. Her cheeks turn red as she nods.
F*ck! A grin immediately pulls at my lips as her fingers move to the button of my trousers. She undoes it and slowly pulls them down along with my boxers. I lift my hips slightly to make it easier for her, and within moments, the fabric is gone.
SIYA
I just stare at Raghav, watching him relax under my touch. His arms rest on either side of his head, and he shuts his eyes, surrendering himself to the moment.
And suddenly, I feel nervous. We’ve never done this before. In all our previous moments of intimacy, I have never been the one to pleasure Raghav like this, and my lack of experience certainly isn’t helping my confidence.
Then again, the man himself is enough motivation. The way he looks right now, completely at ease beneath me and willingly letting me take the lead, silences every doubt in my mind and give me the courage I need.
My heart pounds as I lower my gaze to his length. He’s already too big and too hard. For a second, I just look at him, wondering if I can really make him feel good. What if I embarrass myself by doing it all wrong?
Just then, Raghav’s fingers suddenly slide into my hair. Something about the way he does it makes my pulse race even faster.
His touch steadies me, grounds me, and within seconds, every inhibition I carried into this moment begins to melt away.
The nervousness fades. The uncertainty disappears.
And all that remains is the overwhelming need to be close to him.
The desperation I felt earlier returns with full force, along with the longing I’ve been trying hard to control.
I lean forward and stroke his length slowly.
Raghav groans, spreading his legs a little wider as he gets more comfortable beneath me.
That’s the sign I needed to know I’m doing something right.
I stroke him again before lowering my mouth and taking him as deep as I can.
Raghav’s grip on my hair loosens, and then his hand falls away completely as he folds both arms beneath his head.
I glance up at him in the middle of my movements, and the sight nearly steals the breath from my lungs.
His head is tilted back, his eyes are shut, and his chest rises and falls with every heavy breath.
His lips are slightly parted, revealing just how lost he is in the moment.
This look is something I’ll carry with me for the rest of my life.
He groans as I circle the tip with my tongue, then close my lips around it and suck gently.
Every touch, every stroke, every time my mouth takes him deeper, he keeps whispering something about my mouth and tongue and what they are doing to him.
I’m more than certain he’s having a great time.
And somehow, knowing that only makes me want to give him more.
I increase my pace. His breathing grows heavier, and the tension building in his body is impossible to miss. Then he throws his head back hard against the mattress.
“F*ccccckkkkkk.”