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“Delicious,” Jay said. “Your panties are stained with your arousal. I like that.”

“You know what I don’t like? That you are still dressed. Lose the clothes!” Neha tried to order, but her voice was shaky with desire, and it sounded more like begging. Either way, Jay obliged. He pushed his pants down and Neha gasped at his dick. “No briefs?” she asked. “Damn, that’s hot.”

Jay chuckled. He stepped back until his legs touched the bed and let himself fall onto it. “Come here,” he begged. Neha gloried in letting her eyes travel over his body. The chest hair thinned to a narrow strip that pointed down. His cock stood out starkly from the dense fleck of dark hair around it. Neha crawled onto the bed and between his legs. She kissed the inside of his thighs and had him arch his back and moan loudly. With a sudden movement, he turned them. Now his body hovered over hers. Neha pushed her hands into his hair and pulled him down. But instead of kissing her, he dropped his head to her chest and started suckling her nipple through the satin of her bra. “More!” Neha wailed.

“I love to hear you. Keep it up,” Jay ordered, and turned his attention to the other breast.

Neha moaned again, and when he stopped, she begged, “Please, please, please.”

Jay blew over her nipple. The cool air made it harden even more, to the brink of pain. He slowly crawled backward, kissing his way down her chest and belly, until he nibbled at her panties. He pulled them down and kissed the seam of her folds. Neha squirmed and moaned. This was so much better than she had hoped for!

Jay pulled her outer lips apart and lapped at her entrance. Neha groaned loudly. He blew cold air at it and Neha mewled. Her legs moved involuntarily until Jay pinned them down by putting his hand on her knees and pushing them apart. “I want to hear you,” he ordered.

“Jay!” Neha exclaimed. “Oh, please.” She wriggled under him, and her arms flailed once he pushed his tongue into her, again and again. He put delicious pressure onto her clit and picked a fast, steady rhythm. Neha howled, “Oooh.” She was so close and just hoped he would not let up before she came. “Please!”

He wrapped his lips around her clit and suckled. At the same time, he fucked her with a finger, touching spots Neha had heard of but never felt. A wave hit her with a force Neha had never before experienced. She came screaming his name, panting heavily.

Jay crawled up and hugged her tightly, kissing her temple. When she had recovered her breath, she quietly asked, “Wow. Will sex always be like this with you?”

“Mhm.” Jay nuzzled her neck.

“Oh,” Neha said loudly. “It won’t.”

“Eh?”

“Sex won’t always be like this. Sometimes you will come, too.”

Jay chuckled. “You’ve got no idea how close I am.”

“Lemme see,” Neha demanded. She sat up and pushed Jay to lie on his back.

She gently caressed his erection and marveled at its hardness. She wrapped her fingers around it and with her thumb she fondled the head. Jay took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

Neha quietly asked, “Do we want a condom? I came prepared contraception wise.”

Jay smiled, his eyes still closed. “‘Prepared’ and ‘contraception wise’ are words that sound good together.” He opened his eyes and looked directly into Neha’s when he said, “I’m clean and I’d love to ditch the condom.”

Neha kissed his belly button and let her tongue swirl around it. Jay buckled. Straddling his legs, Neha lined up her core over him and slowly let herself sink onto him. Jay groaned loudly. Neha loved that sound and simply repeated the motion: She pushed herself up and down again.

“Oh, baby, be careful, I’m so close,” Jay warned.

He slid his hand between them and started rubbing her clit. The sensation of being filled by him and being pleasured at the same time had another wave of orgasm build within her. Neha rode out her release on him, until Jay roared, and shuddered, too.

She collapsed on him. Both were covered in a sheen of sweat and Neha felt the chill of the cool air. Jay pulled the sheets over them.

“No, we’re covered in gunk—we’ve got to wash first.”

“Nah, it’s good gunk.” He pulled her to his side and yawned. “Damn, this feels good,” he said before he fell asleep almost instantly.

Neha lay there, with her head on his chest, listening for the steady rhythm of his heart. Dusk fell, and the shadows became longer until they dissolved in darkness. Neha stayed awake for a long time, mindless, thoughtless, and content.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Early the next morning, right after they showered after another round of sex, Neha’s mother called. She prattled about how much her father disliked his new diet and the workout he was told to do. How much he missed Neha and wished for her return.

Neha felt bad for her father. An important part of healing after a heart attack was peace of mind, and her leaving deprived him of it. Should she have stayed at home? She shot a glance at Jay, who put together a celebratory breakfast. This was what she wanted, someone who would come for her, waited for her, accepted her the way she was, and made eggs Benedict for her.

Her mother still soliloquized about how hard the situation was on her husband. “Of course, he is embarrassed that he had not realized Sanjeev was gay.”