72. Their Little Moments #3
"You should've kept her with you. She might not feel comfortable with Dhrithi. I could've slept on the couch or in the guest room."
"I told her that." Dhwani laughed. "But the moment she saw Dhrithi's room, she got so excited that she refused to move. I made sure she was comfortable before leaving her there. You can meet her properly tomorrow morning."
We finished the rasmalai while talking about random things before finally returning to our room.
Dhwani stood in front of the vanity, following her usual skincare routine. She applied moisturizer while softly humming to herself, then gathered her hair into a loose braid.
That was new.
I tried to focus on the emails on my phone. Or at least pretended to. Because my attention was on her the entire time.
After what felt like forever, she finally walked over to me. Without warning, she leaned down, took my phone from my hand, and placed it on the side table. "Still working?"
Before I could answer, my hands found their way around her waist.
With a gentle pull, I brought her onto the bed until she was lying against me.
She rested her palms on my chest and looked down at me with a smile that instantly melted away the exhaustion of the day.
"I missed you," she murmured softly, absentmindedly tracing small circles over my chest through my T-shirt.
"Me?" I asked with a smile, lightly catching her wrist.
Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "Of course, you."
She shifted lower until she was resting comfortably against me, making herself at home exactly where she knew I would react the most.
A helpless groan escaped my lips as my hands slid from her waist to her hips, instinctively tightening my hold on her.
She looked up at me with a teasing smile, then leaned down without a word.
The next second, her lips met against mine. Soft yet Impatient. Like she had missed me far more than she was willing to admit.
My hand slipped beneath her T-shirt without a second thought, exploring the soft curve of her waist while her lips moved hungrily against mine. She cupped my face in both hands, refusing to let me pull away even for a breath.
Ahh... she had clearly decided to torture me today.
The next moment, her tongue slipped into my mouth, boldly exploring me like she was completely possessed. The lingering sweetness on her tongue from the dessert she had eaten earlier was still there, making the kiss even more intoxicating.
Her lips traveled from my chin to my cheek. She took my cheek between her lips and bit down on it sharply.
I hissed but let her do whatever she wanted while a satisfied smirk spread across her face.
Her hands slipped to the hem of my T-shirt, and with one swift motion, she pulled it over my head and tossed it somewhere across the room.
I let her do everything she wanted.
She pulled away just enough to press herself more firmly against my crotch, stealing the breath from my lungs.
I kept my eyes fixed on her face as her fingers slipped to the hem of her own T-shirt. Without breaking eye contact, she slowly pulled it over her head and tossed it in the same direction she'd thrown mine.
My eyes got stuck on her breasts. She was wearing a white mesh bra, the delicate fabric barely concealing their soft curves. The fullness pressed gently against the sheer material, and I noticed the peak tighten as the cool air brushed over them.
My hands itched to cup them, to feel their softness, and draw a helpless moan from her lips.
She leaned down and started kissing my chest. Every moment felt difficult. It was slow torture. I never knew waiting could feel like this. Maybe this was exactly how she felt whenever I made her wait or teased her body.
"Arghh... fuck it!" I groaned, unable to resist anymore. Grabbing her shoulders, I pushed her back against the mattress.
"Yugant... that's cheating," she complained, her eyes widening as if she already knew what was coming.
"Everything is fair in love and war," I said.
My hand moved to her back. I unclasped her bra and tossed it aside before burying my face against her. She hissed softly, her fingers gripping my hair as she responded to my touch.
She moaned beneath me, whispering my name. Our trousers soon joined the rest of our clothes on the floor. I pulled a condom from the bedside drawer, parted her legs, rested them over my shoulders, and moved closer to her.
She was already waiting for me, making every movement effortless. Soft moans escaped her lips with each motion, while her nails raked across my back. One of my hands stayed on her breast while my mouth remained occupied with her kisses.
We explored every corner of the room, the couch, the vanity, even the shower. Somehow, every place felt right as long as she was with me.
I never knew I could crave someone's presence like this. But I did. This woman had completely ruined me.
She had become my weakness, leaving a part of herself in every breath I took, making it impossible to imagine a life where she wasn't wrapped around my heart. Once I had a taste of loving her, nothing else felt enough anymore.