Those Same Old Desires (Match Made In Hell Book 2)

by KASI, MV

  "Don't turn off the light. I want to watch you," he said huskily.

  Oh shit. Well, better make it very good for him then, she thought as she slowly began to lower her head while watching him, and then kissed him there.

  He almost reared off the bed at the first touch.

  She continued kissing him in small pecks. And then, closing her eyes, she licked him, and then sucked him. She kept repeating it until his eyes rolled over and he groaned out loudly.

  His hips began to move to aid her, but after some time he stilled. "Wait. Not like this. Take me into you," he demanded hoarsely.

  She released him from her mouth and slowly sat on his upper thighs.

  He watched her as she tore open a wrapper and slowly rolled a condom on him. He groaned at the sight of her slowly lowering her body on top of him, with her eyes closed and her head thrown back.

  She was fully aroused, but there was still some discomfort while accommodating him. It has been more than five years since she last had sex, and she had even given birth to a baby since then. But when she took him completely inside her body, she had to stop, and stay still, while her body adjusted to his size. Panting shakily, she opened her eyes. Their loud breaths were the only sounds in the room.

  He was watching her and the moment their eyes met, both of them felt a jolt.

  Something shifted between them, and they both recognized it.

  They were joined together in the most intimate way possible, but they still stared at each other in slight shock as though they were wondering how they ended up in the current position. All of their past interactions over the years leading up to this moment flashed through their minds, overwhelming them.

  She shook her head slightly to get rid of those confusing thoughts and feelings, and focused on the current moment.

  "You are so deep," she said in a shaky moan, feeling the tingles begin inside her.

  "Not deep enough," he said and thrust up, making them both groan out in pleasure.

  Watching him, she slowly began to ride him, and then steadily increased the pace. She could feel the sparks shooting up from her core, and her body tightening with a pressure. Tiny bundles of nerves she didn't know she had, started quivering within her.

  She wanted to be on the top, and have control of the situation, to enjoy her new found sexuality without any reservations. She could move over him at her own pace and could touch him however she liked.

  And she did touch him, everywhere, driving him insane.

  Closing her eyes, she felt the ecstasy build, while she moved up and down, sometimes a little slowly, and then faster as she felt the tremors begin.

  Soon she was able to direct her own orgasm and came with a loud cry.

  He was thrusting wildly underneath her, lost in a haze. But he stilled as soon as he felt her internal muscles clenching him tightly with her climax, driving him over the edge. He found his own climax with an unrestrained roar that sounded untamed and primitive to her ears.

  She collapsed on top of him and held him as his body trembled and shuddered in jerks. And then looking into his eyes, "So worth the wait," she said softly and kissed him gently on his lips.

  Samrat was still trying to catch his breath and wrap his head around what had happened.

  Meantime, Mahi got up in a daze and cleaned him before covering him with a blanket. Then staggering back to her room, she fell on the bed and slept like the dead.

  CHAPTER 4

  The next morning Mahi woke up when she heard Samrat's voice calling her out loudly. She blinked when she saw the bright sunlight and the ocean through the windows.

  "Oh shit! I totally forgot to release him."

  She ran into the main bedroom and was shocked to see an elderly woman, dressed in really bright clothes, holding a large box in her hand, staring in fascination at Samrat, who was still tied up to the bed posts. Thank god I cleaned and covered him!

  "Hello, can I help you?" Mahi asked the woman.

  The lady peeled her eyes away from Samrat and smiled at Mahi.

  "I'm so sorry to interrupt. I'm Alanna, the owner of the vacation house. I just came to welcome you guys, and to drop off some banana bread and other treats. I didn't think you would be home, and I knocked several times before coming in. I won't be disturbing you anymore."

  "Uhh okay. Thank you," said Mahi, taking the cake pan and other boxes from the lady's hand and escorting her out to the dining area.

  "Whew! He's one sexy beast. You are a very lucky young woman. I can see that you found the toy chest. Have fun and call me on my phone if you have any questions...about the vacation home," said the lady, winking conspiratorially.

  Amused, Mahi went back to Samrat who looked at her furiously.

  "I'm so sorry, Samrat. I totally forgot. I was so tired after we—" she broke off giggling seeing his morning arousal tenting the blankets.

  "Release me," he ordered roughly.

  Samrat's deep scratchy morning voice sent tingles through her body. She wondered in amusement whether he would appreciate it, if she were to suggest round two while he was still handcuffed.

  She went towards the bed posts and tried to figure out how to work the small latch to open the velvet lined handcuffs.

  "Stop glaring at me. You're making me nervous. And come to think of it, the whole thing was actually funny. Alanna must be at least seventy years old and she called you a sexy beast. Thank god, I was on time. The way she was eying you—" she broke off with a grin.

  When she figured out and opened the handcuff on one of his hands, she quickly moved far away from the bed. Samrat used his free hand to open the other handcuff. And when both his hands were freed, he flexed them and winced when the blood rushed through them. Then he looked at her quietly.

  She felt slightly nervous, but she still maintained a grin. "Ooh I like that bad boy smoldering look you are giving me, Mr. Samrat Reddy."

  He threw away the blankets and sat up slowly on the bed. And then he placed his feet on the floor, but didn't get up. He was watching her all the while with a hooded expression.

  "You'll see very soon, how bad I can get. Now, come here," he ordered her gruffly.

  "Why?"

  "Come closer."

  She fidgeted a little. "Samrat...it's very late in the morning. It's actually almost noon. Let's grab some breakfast first—"

  "Do it!" he growled.

  "God! I knew you would be bossy and demanding," she grumbled and slowly went towards him.

  As soon as she got close enough, he grabbed her and pushed her on the bed. And then he knelt down on the floor, and shoved her lingerie completely over her hips. And then he began to adjust her petite body according to his convenience. He dragged her hips closer to the edge and then placed her legs on his shoulders for better access.

  He didn't bother to warn her or prepare her for what he was about to do. He simply placed his mouth on the most private part of her for an intimate kiss, making her gasp out loudly.

  In the next few minutes, she lost all the power of speech, and emitted loud, garbled, unintelligible sounds that aroused him even more. She twisted and arched, and then clutched the bed sheet under her with both her hands.

  He held her still, his fingers digging into her hips, while his tongue stroked inside her again and again. And then when her noises indicated that she was close, he gently bit and then flicked her with his tongue, making her explode. She let out a loud cry that he recognized from the previous night. He held her in place while her body shook in tremors and then slumped limply, before he lowered her legs from his shoulders.

  She was dazed and satisfied. "Holy shit, Samrat. That was...that was..." she couldn't find the words for it.

  "Out of this world? The best orgasm you ever had?" he supplied with a straight face.

  Still panting, she raised her eyebrow. "Someone is too proud of their abilities."

  He didn't reply and simply picked her up to drop her back on the pillows. She fell on the bed with a bounce and looked up
at him.

  Watching her, he grabbed a condom placed on the nightstand and put it on slowly. Not breaking their eye contact, he crawled over her with deliberate slowness and wrapped her legs around his hips.

  "You might want to hold the headboard and brace yourself. I have held off from you for too long. This round is going to be hard and fast," he warned, looking down hungrily at her.

  Heart pounding with anticipation, she returned his stare, and quickly held the headboard, waiting for him. He entered her gently and then slammed all the way into her, making them both gasp out loudly.

  "Oh god, yes," she moaned, when her body slowly started coming back to life again, right after a mind blowing orgasm.

  He did that several times, continuing to enter her slowly, and then slamming into her, driving them both crazy. She felt amazing, but she felt as though he was holding himself back.

  She was greedy and wanted all of him, wanted him to let go and give her everything.

  She looked into his eyes, "Harder, I want it harder. You won't hurt me. Give me all you have!" she ordered him.

  Making an animal like snarl, he slammed into her harder. And then deeper. His next thrusts were uncontrolled, and he didn't hold back anything, and kept watching her intently.

  She closed her eyes and encouraged him by letting him know how good she felt. She also tightened her hold on the headboard as she felt her body being pushed up with each powerful thrust.

  Soon both of them began to sweat, making their bodies slick as they moved against each other. When a tiny drop of moisture from his chin fell on her warm lips, she opened her eyes.

  Staring at him, she licked the salty drop with her tongue, making him go insane. Not breaking their eye contact, he drove into her with an unflinching force, giving her exactly what she could take, and then pushing her past that edge.

  "Come for me," he ordered her and then lowered his head to bite her neck.

  When she began shaking, tightening around him with her release, he finally closed his eyes, beginning to shake himself as he felt the ecstasy overwhelming him. He let himself go with a loud masculine grunt, and then began trembling on top of her.

  They lay still until they could catch their breaths.

  "Wow!...That was...that was..." she was again at loss of words.

  Samrat felt too exhausted and drained to offer her any words, and just groaned into her neck, making her shiver. Their bodies were still joined together intimately, and he knew he might be crushing her. He had forgotten how tiny and petite she was compared to him. Somehow mustering some energy, he tried to lift himself on his elbows.

  "Good morning," he said lazily.

  "Good afternoon," she said smiling contently.

  "So, how was it?" he asked.

  She brushed his damp hair away from his forehead and caressed his eyebrow scar with her fingers. "That was truly out of this world. Thank you. I never knew such a thing would exist and I'm so glad I seduced you, because I somehow knew you could deliver," she told him with a sultry smile, making his body jump in excitement at her touch and the compliment.

  She gasped as she felt him get larger inside her and automatically tightened around him, making them both groan.

  Samrat couldn't believe he could be aroused so quickly even after he felt drained and had zero energy to move.

  Laughing softly, she shook her head. "Oh god. Not so soon, Samrat. I'm sore. We need a time out. A breakfast break maybe?" she suggested.

  Concerned, he pulled out of her as gently as possible, but still saw her wince. "Did I hurt you? I thought I prepared you enough, but I was too rough on you."

  She smiled and ran her fingers on the worried lines over his forehead. "No, you didn't hurt me. And yes, you were rough, but I wanted it that way. It was great and I loved every second of it. It's just...been a while and my body is not used to the sudden workout it got. I'll be fine in sometime."

  He nodded and his gaze swept over her almost naked body, lying on the bed. Finally mine to do whatever I want, he thought and then shook his head slightly at the possessive thoughts.

  "Why don't you order breakfast? Order whatever you want. I'm not picky," he said before getting up and disappearing into one of the bathrooms.

  Mahi went into the other bathroom. After a few minutes, she got out in a toweling robe and began to look for a summer dress she had packed in her bag.

  She heard a knock on the main door that she knew was their breakfast. She opened the door and took the food cartons from a delivery guy. Realizing that she didn't have enough change to tip, she asked Samrat through the bathroom door if he had any.

  Samrat asked her to check his wallet.

  She found some change there and tipped the delivery guy before closing the door.

  When she was about to close Samrat's wallet, she noticed a picture of a stunningly beautiful woman holding a toddler girl who looked like the woman. She stared at the picture in fascination. Samrat had a daughter! She was shocked at the discovery.

  CHAPTER 5

  Samrat came out of the bathroom in a towel and saw Mahi bent over something near the view window. He went closer and slowly wrapped his arms around her waist, and began nuzzling and kissing her ears. He crept one of his hands inside her robe and began to fondle her breasts. He felt her shiver and was just about to whisper something into her ear when he saw what she was holding.

  He removed his hands immediately from her and pulled his wallet out of her hands.

  "Who said you could go through my personal things?" he asked angrily.

  Mahi was taken aback by his anger. "I saw it when I took the change from your wallet. Was that toddler your daughter?" she asked softly.

  "Yes. And I don't want to ever talk about her. Do you understand?" he said gruffly.

  She looked at him quietly, and then, "Why? You said we should be like friends as part of our deal. And I know people feel much better when they talk about their lost loved ones to their friends. You can talk to me. I'll understand."

  He watched her with his jaw clenched tightly as though he was controlling himself.

  "Samrat...you are not the only one who has lost someone they love. I lost someone too. I know all about feeling helpless and drowning in self-pity. It is a useless emotion, believe me. Talk to me."

  Her advice made him even angrier. "You think dumping your past lovers or getting divorced is comparable to me losing my daughter? I loved her so much and she was my entire life!" he said in anguish.

  She looked at him quietly again for a few seconds, and then, "I wasn't talking about my lovers or the divorce. There was one more fact about my tainted past that the rumor mill didn't get hold of.

  My parents were too ashamed to discuss it with anyone," she said wryly. "When my husband and I were separated, I got pregnant from my relationship with another man. My son Aryan passed away last year when he was just over four years old. And even though we only had four years with each other, he was the best thing in my life too."

  Samrat looked shocked, and she didn't know whether it was because she had revealed that her son was the result of her technically extramarital relationship, or because she had revealed that her son had died.

  He sighed, and covered the distance between them to gently pull her closer, and then hugged her. She rested her cheek on his chest, and he began to stroke her hair quietly.

  "I didn't reveal that fact for your pity, you know. I did it to remind you that we promised to be friends and that's what friends do. Understand or help one another. In fact I hate people pitying me in any way!" she told him with a slight frown.

  He kept stroking her hair.

  Soon she was getting worked up, "Did you hear me? Stop pitying me!" she shouted at him angrily and then tried to push him away.

  He held on to her tightly and she could feel his chest shake. She was shocked, thinking that he was crying. But when she looked up, she saw that he was shaking his head and chuckling slightly.

  "God! You are the most confusing and te
mperamental woman I have ever come across. I hate people pitying me too, and believe me, what I'm feeling for you right now is not pity."

  Then moving away from her, he let go of his towel.

  Mahi was speechless for a while, when she saw his naked aroused body. "Well...helloo..."

  He went closer to her, and hurriedly untied her robe, and pushed it open. And then he carried her to the bed and laid her down gently.

  "Samrat...I'm still a little sore..." she told him reluctantly.

  "I will be careful, I promise. I just need...I want to—" he broke off and crawled over her.

  He kissed her lips gently and then sat up to look at her body closely.

  Mahi felt conscious of her naked imperfect body, but seeing his intense lust filled gaze, made her feel confident of herself again. She smiled at him slowly and waited for him.

  Soon his mouth was on her throat, placing hot and moist kisses. He kept kissing every inch of her skin and continued moving down towards her breasts. When he reached them, he remembered her preferences and began to suck them hard, with just the right amount of pressure, making her moan loudly in mindless pleasure. He licked and then sucked both her swollen breasts, arousing her to a fever pitch.

  She groaned while arching and then clutching his hair to pull his head closer, "I was wondering when you would get around to my boobs," she gasped out.

  He continued sucking her nipples hard and then finally released one of them from his mouth, to move lower. She felt him smile on her stomach.

  "I wanted to, very badly, but I was held up with something the first time," he teased her, making her smile at his pun.

  Then he started to swirl his tongue around her belly button, making her moan again.

  "The second time was too rushed, I was driven by my fantasies of you from the past three months and maybe even from during our college days," he said in a slow deep voice.

  She continued to clutch his hair. "Ooh fantasies. I have a lot of those about you too. Most of them are pretty wild," she said shakily.

  "I want you to tell me all about them, later," he said, and moved lower to trace his tongue over her faint stretch marks. And then he moved even lower to his main target.