by KASI, MV
She gasped softly when he dabbed the moist cotton ball on her knees.
"Does it hurt?" he asked.
"No. It doesn't," she whispered softly with a look that got his blood flowing faster, straight from his head to down south.
"That's the same look that got you into this trouble in the first place," he scolded her in a husky tone.
She didn't say anything, and continued looking at him.
The strong attraction he felt towards this particular woman along with the feeling of familiarity flared up again. And it was a lethal combination. The kind he was unable to resist. The kind that made him ignore the usual warning signals his brain emitted.
"Why are you here, Miss Kumar?" he asked, trying to stop what seemed to be the inevitable.
"Hmm...Because I hurt myself out there and you helped me?"
He smiled at her dazed look and answer.
"I meant here, in this holiday home," he clarified.
"Oh that..." she whispered and gasped softly as he began to make small, lazy circles with the cotton ball on her lightly scraped knees, causing goose bumps to break out on her skin.
"Yes, that."
"My family and friends thought I desperately needed a break," she said, staring at his fingers in fascination.
"So, you decided to take a break all by yourself?"
"Aren't you by yourself too?" she asked.
His fingers paused. "Well, I like being alone," he stated.
"Me too. I'm not a very...social person," she said in an odd tone.
"I see."
She shook her head and then stared at him uncertainly. "You need to leave now, I think," she whispered.
"You just think? You are not too sure?"
She nodded, but didn't answer him.
"Fine. I'll leave," he said.
But neither of them moved. And neither did he release her foot.
It was as if they both felt wrapped up in an intense attraction. The pull towards her felt unlike anything he had ever felt in his adult life. He knew it was purely physical, but it felt so powerful that he felt paralyzed with it.
His body was overruling his brain. Something raw and desperate was coursing through him. And he knew that there wouldn't be any moving away from her.
He could only move closer.
And so he did.
CHAPTER 12
They stared at each other for several charged seconds.
Srishti couldn't think.
Her head began to lean forward automatically. And in one smooth movement, he came closer to her, sweeping an arm around her waist to pull her to the edge of the bench.
The next instant, she gasped and he covered her mouth to absorb the sound.
He pulled her close even as she grabbed on to him. And the closer he pressed her to him, the more her brain turned to mush. Soon, she felt overwhelmed by the onslaught of heavy desire that was flooding through her system.
She had never been kissed in such a way.
Their teeth bumped together, and he opened her mouth wider to slip his tongue inside her mouth, smoothing over the edges of her teeth, and stroking the roof of her mouth, making her moan.
She clung to him, melting in his embrace. The heat from his bare skin, the taste of his kiss was like a potent drug. It felt intoxicating and addicting.
She dug her nails into the bulging muscles of his biceps, kissing him back like her life depended on it. Her lungs burned with the need for oxygen, but she couldn't bear to lift her head away from his mouth.
The kiss went on and on. Heating her until she began sweating.
She took over the kiss and imitated what his tongue had done to her mouth earlier, exploring him and making him groan. And just when she thought she would faint or that her chest would explode, he pulled away, breathing quite heavily himself.
Her lips felt swollen and they still tingled, even without the contact. And the air that rushed out from their frantic breathing felt cool on her overheated skin.
No one had ever drawn such a response like that from her with a single kiss.
She stared at him with wide, shocked eyes, and then took a deep unsteady breath which caused her breasts to brush against his bare chest.
Her entire body was trembling visibly.
"Are you afraid of me?" he teased, seeing her shake visibly.
"No. I'm not afraid..." she said even as she shuddered while he stared at her with a hot look.
"So the trembling and the goose bumps are because you are hot for me?" he asked with a small smile playing on his lips.
"I-I'm not hot for you..." she tried to bluff as her body quivered in arousal.
He emitted a low laugh, causing her to shiver again.
He leaned forward, towards her. "Sure about that?" he whispered into her ear and gently sink his teeth into her earlobe and tugging it gently.
She almost slid off the bench in a boneless heap because of the lust that crashed into her.
"Yes, I am absolutely sure. I-I'm not hot for you," she bluffed again.
"Hmm...I can prove you wrong," he said, nuzzling her.
She felt the sparks inside her shoot straight to her womb.
"No need," she said, even as her arms clutched his shoulders.
Another low laugh huffed out from him. He pushed the shirt away from her neck and kissed her pulse that was beating wildly as though it would burst anytime.
"You can't stay here in this house with me," she said weakly.
"I know. But you need to make sure you are up the whole night because of a possible concussion." He began placing kisses around her throat. "I can stay if you want me to."
She clung to him and pulled him closer. "But if you don't leave right away, we might...we might..."
He raised his head briefly. "I know. But I'm not going to ask you to do anything you are not comfortable with," he said.
She bit her lip, feeling torn.
And then she made up her mind.
She was going to do this. They were going to do this. She was going to have a wild, passionate fling with a stranger. Not just any stranger. A gorgeous, seriously hot male who made her toes curl with the hot looks he gave her.
Taking a deep breath, she pulled him closer and threw her head back to give his mouth better access. "Okay fine. But just so you know, I'm not hot for you," she whispered the obvious lie.
He laughed again. "I know, baby. I know," he said. He sucked gently on her neck, making her eyes cross with intense desire. "It's all me. And I admit freely that I'm quite hot for you."
"You are?" she asked in surprise and gasped as he opened a few buttons of her shirt to bare her. After that damned article about what her fiancé possibly thought about her, her sexual confidence had taken a major hit.
She was glad to discover that she was definitely not a cold woman. The man in front of her made her hot.
She shrugged off both her shirts, and closed her eyes, and placed her head against the wall, her body quivering again with an intense need she didn't quite understand.
"God, you are beautiful," he said, gently running the back of her fingers over her breasts.
Her breathing sped up rapidly as he glided his hands slowly down her body.
"Open your eyes," he commanded gently.
When she opened her eyes with great difficulty, he was watching her with a serious look.
"You know you can ask me to stop anytime, and I will," he said.
She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.
"Sapna?" he called out huskily. "Do you want me to stop?"
That name jarred her slightly from the sexual haze and made her brain function again.
She looked at the man in front of her. He was quite possibly the sexiest man she had ever seen. And he didn't know anything about her, and neither did she know anything about him.
He was also right about one thing. She was hot for him.
So why not? This was sex. Just sex. No one would know...
Sapna must have made the re
servation using her name. And since she hadn't changed her official name to her married name, the reservation said Sapna Kumar, instead of Sapna Shah.
"I changed my mind," Srishti whispered.
He stared at her with glittering eyes that consumed her.
"Okay...I respect your decision," he said with his teeth clenched. His hand that was tangled in her hair, tightened slightly, as though he didn't want to let go but was putting a great effort to do so. " Just give me a minute..."
But she knew he didn't have to capture her. Because she was more than willing.
"I meant, I don't want you to go," she clarified huskily.
His strained face broke into a relieved smile, and then slowly slipped his hands from her hair to wrap around her stomach, which caused it to flutter nervously.
Then he brought them up again and cupped her breasts, flicking his thumbs over her nipples, making her moan out loudly, that reverberated inside the bathroom.
The loud sound of her neediness shocked her into awareness again. The small rational part of her brain was now commanding her to stop.
He's a complete stranger. What the hell are you doing?
But at the look on his face while he stared at her hungrily, she felt like a beautiful attractive woman. So her body took over completely again, and she thrust her chest out at him.
He complied with her silent request. With a low, rough growl, he brought his mouth closer to her breasts, letting out warm breaths that caused her nipples to be even more painfully aroused.
She let out a pathetic whimper from her throat, but he didn't move. So she began to move. She squirmed, thinking that if he did not touch her soon, she would be forced to beg him.
"God, you are beautiful," he whispered huskily, finally touching her nipple with his tongue.
She moaned softly.
"Do you want me?" he asked.
She didn't have the breath to answer him, because he had begun to place small biting kisses around her breast.
"Yes," she panted when another bite caused her womb to contract. "I do. I want you. A lot."
He rewarded her by beginning to suck enthusiastically on her breasts, and she nearly burst from the sensations coursing through her body.
All she could do was lay back against the wall and feel. "Rahul—" she said, grabbing his hair closer.
His mouth paused on her breast. "Tell me again that you want me," he ordered, his hand holding her close possessively.
She was wound up so tight, that she knew that she would die if he stopped doing what he was doing. She whimpered and squirmed restlessly.
"Sapna?"
"Yes. I want you. Don't stop," she gasped.
He exhaled loudly in relief, and groaned out as she clutched his hair to pull him closer.
Something unintelligible left her mouth as the tightness grew with every suck and bite.
"Oh god. I—"
He looked up at her face briefly and then began to increase the effort.
He sucked harder.
"Ohmigod." She began to shudder. "Rahul, I—"
"Come," he spoke against her breast. "I want you to explode."
Biting her lip, she came hard, bucking against his body, even as he held her tight.
Her body shuddered and shuddered for a very long time.
She had never climaxed during sex or foreplay. She had to always use her vibrator when she was alone to meet her body's physical needs.
She now knew that climaxing when someone else caused it was mind-blowing.
She slowly collapsed limply in his arms.
He was holding her and watching her all the while. With eyes dark and hungry, he smiled, although his body was tensed.
"Thank you," she said and she put her hands on his shoulders and kissed him gently on his lips, and then his jaw, and then his chiseled cheeks.
She moved her lips down to his throat, smiling when he swallowed audibly at her exploration.
"Your turn," she whispered, and licked his skin.
All the while her hands explored his muscled form to finally rest on his chest, where she could feel his heart beat thumping inside.
He held her head and pulled her face up to kiss her again. His lips brushing over hers softly, back and forth until she opened her mouth to let his tongue inside. He sucked on her tongue, until she began to breathe rapidly again, and groaned.
Pushing him away, she began kissing him, this time on his muscled chest.
He emitted a groan when she flicked her tongue on his nipple and traced her fingers along his defined abs. Then reaching the waistband of his jeans, she looked at his face.
"Are you sure, you want me?" she asked, mirroring the question he had asked her before.
A choked laugh escaped him, but he said nothing.
She opened the buttons and zipper of his jeans and saw his impressive erection under his briefs.
"Hmm...so, do want me," she said.
"Oh, yes." His fingers crept into her hair. "I absolutely and desperately want you."
He stood up abruptly, and then picked her up in his arms and began to carry her out of the bathroom.
Her heart picked up in speed again, but a niggling doubt began to grow inside her at the look on his face.
"Rahul..." she said, tentatively.
An odd look passed on his face."Yes?"
"I-I need to warn you that I'm probably not what you are used to. My experience is very limited..."
He placed her feet on the ground, next to the bed and stared at her with a questioning look.
"Are you saying you are a virgin?" he asked with a half horrified and a half disappointed look.
"No. No. I'm not a virgin. It's just that I've not had much practice and it's been a while, and—" Taking a deep breath, she said, "Forget it. I do want you. So let's just get it on."
He smiled wickedly. "Alright...let's get it on."
He began to remove his jeans.
"Stay here. Don't move," he ordered and went to a dresser to pull out something.
She literally drooled again watching the tight muscles of his butt move under his briefs.
He turned again, offering her an even better view, and then came closer.
Then he threw, what appeared to be half a dozen condoms on the nightstand next to the bed.
She raised her eyebrows. "Someone seems ambitious," she said.
"Oh baby. You don't know the half of it," he said, dragging her along with him into the bed.
"One of us is way overdressed," he said, sliding her panties down her legs.
As soon as she was naked, she leaped on top of him, kissing his throat, chest and shoulders.
He caught her, when she tried to move lower.
"Slow down, baby. There's no rush," he said huskily as she struggled and let out a frustrated cry. "We have all night," he soothed.
"I like it fast," she said, desperate to hold on to the rare burn that started again, deep inside her.
She squirmed out of his arms and began her decent down on his body.
"It's my turn to do all the work, remember?" she said as she held him.
"Oh god," he groaned and his head fell back with a thud on the mattress as she stroked him.
"At this rate, I'll last only ten seconds," he groaned and caught her hands.
Holding her hands captive at the small of her back, he sat up.
"Rahul..." She cried out in frustration and rocked her hips, to increase the friction.
"Don't move!" he begged.
But she squirmed, her breasts jiggling in his face as she continued rocking.
"Oh god, don't," he said, desperately.
"I can't help it," she gasped, continuing to rock.
Abruptly, he pushed her off him and got down the bed to stand up.
For a second, she thought he was rejecting her, but when she saw him shedding his briefs to free himself, and put on a condom, she relaxed. But only slightly.
Because she could now see him in his naked glory from up close
.
"You are...quite big," the clichéd words escaped from her mouth before she could control them.
"Hold on to that thought, baby," he grinned and came closer.
Slowly, her anticipation turned into nervousness when she realized that it was finally show time.
CHAPTER 13
Rana saw the nervous look on Sapna's face and stopped.
"Come here, Sapna," he said in a soothing tone.
She stayed rooted to the spot, staring at him, and swallowing nervously.
"Um—" she broke off with a gasp when he caught an ankle and dragged her closer.
He kissed her mouth until her body which was still underneath him, slowly relaxed.
Slowly, he began circling his hands on her breasts, and then her stomach, and then finally parted her legs, until he circled a finger where she was aroused.
She jerked, and arched, letting out a needy whimper that took him to a fever pitch.
"Rahul—"
He covered her mouth in another long kiss.
She began to squirm restlessly under him. "Hurry," she said.
But he didn't follow her instructions. He traced his finger lazily at her wet core, driving her and also himself crazy. He wanted her to crave this with no room for doubt.
He succeeded.
Because suddenly, she tried to shove him away from her.
Before he could completely roll off her, she grabbed his erection and climbed on top of him.
"God, Sapna," he gasped, digging his fingers into her hips as he tried to slow her down. "Wait," he ground out.
He knew he was big and she said it had been a while.
But she didn't seem to have any plans to listen to him. She slowly took him in.
It felt amazing.
"Shit!" he uttered and thrust into her, making her gasp. "Slow down. I might hurt—"
"No! There is no slow, tonight. Just move. Give me more," she demanded, moving fast and then hard.
His fingers tightened and then he cursed out vigorously, before taking over, arching up, and thrusting, his hips pistoning wildly as he took her. Hard and fast.
Soon, they were just two bodies, straining towards the same thing.
Out of control.
Hot and wild.
She cried out loudly and got to the finish line first.