‘So beautiful,’ he murmured.
The air grew thick with anticipation. My mind unravelled.
The first stroke of his tongue made my hips jerk.
Hot. Wet. Perfect.
He groaned against me, and the vibration made me gasp.
His hands held me open, unyielding, as his mouth moved in slow circles before sinking lower, tasting me fully.
‘Oh, God—’ My voice broke, my hand fisting his hair as pleasure unfurled inside me. My head tipped back.
‘You taste so good, Ananya,’ he rasped.
I bit my lip.
Jai alternated between languid strokes and sharp flicks, adjusting with every gasp and twitch of my body. When his lips closed over my clit and sucked, my vision blurred.
He slid a finger in, then another. ‘You’re so tight,’ he groaned, curling them just right as his tongue kept its relentless pace.
‘Jai,’ I cried as pleasure coiled tight, my moans rising higher and higher until I shattered. Blinding heat and light flooded my veins as I fell apart in his hold.
It wasn’t just his mouth, hands or pace. It was him. The way he looked at me like I was his, and nothing else mattered.
He didn’t stop until I sank back into the bed, trembling and breathless. He reached up, his eyeshungry as he kissed me slowly, deeply, making me taste myself. ‘We’re only getting started.’
My pulse hammered in my throat. My body still quivered from the aftershocks. But when his words sank in, my core involuntarily clenched. I wanted him. Desperately. Endlessly. All of him.
‘Is that a promise?’ I asked in a rare streak of boldness.
Flames ignited in his eyes as he leaned back and took his T-shirt off in a swift motion. Broad shoulders. Sculpted chest. Lean, sinuous muscles. My mouth dried. Jai’s body was temptation and strength made flesh.
‘You’re about to find out.’ He discarded his pyjamas and boxers, revealing a sharp V-cut that led down to his jutting cock.
Oh my God. He was thick and large, the tip slick with pre-cum. The thought of him inside me sent a tingle of thrill and anticipation down my spine. But a distant, rational voice in the back of my head warned me I’d be in over my head. Literally and figuratively.
He reached into the bedside drawer, tore open a foil wrapper and rolled on a condom.
‘Can you go slow?’ I whispered, looking up at him.
Jai froze. ‘Is this … your first time?’ he asked softly. ‘We don’t need to do this right now, Ananya.’
‘No!’ I said quickly, shaking my head. ‘It’s just … been a while.’
Something unidentifiable passed through his eyes. ‘How long?’ His hand slipped between my thighs again and rubbed slow, teasing circles.
I could feel myself grow wetter at the possessive undercurrent of his tone, coupled with the torturousonslaught of his fingers. My cheeks burned at the unguarded sounds it drew out. ‘Years.’
He captured my mouth in a rough kiss. ‘Fuck, Ananya.’ His dick nudged my entrance. ‘I’ll go slow.’
Jai slid in slowly, constantly checking with me, making sure I was okay.
I gasped once he was inside. Arrows of pain and pleasure shot across my body, setting me on fire.
‘Shit.’ His teeth dug into my neck. ‘You feel so good.’
Once the ache subsided, I moved my hips experimentally. The intensity of that sensation struck so hard that I clenched involuntarily.
