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His long fingers wrapped around her nape, drawing her down toward him. Another hard, purely possessive kiss that made her breath ragged in her throat. The kiss held promise and demand in equal measures.
She traced her fingers over his collarbone, mesmerized by the play of light on his skin. “Hey, Vikram?”
“Hmm...” he said, licking her lip. “God, I can’t get enough of you saying my name.”
“Will you tell me how to make it good for you?”
His hand, that had been pulling the hem of her dress up, up and away, stilled. On her highly sensitive knee. His other hand, playing over the overtly bare neckline that her dress exposed, like she was the strings of a guitar, also halted its movements. “What?” His voice sounded so husky that she barely heard him.
“I want this to be really good for you. And except for some bad porn, I don’t know my way around a man’s...bits. So some instruction would be much appreciated.”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t you dare laugh at me. This is important to me.”
“Move further up on my thighs then. All the way into my lap.”
Naina felt fire run down her spine at the command in his voice. There was something to be said for being ordered by the Bollywood heartthrob Vikram Raawal, to climb atop him, like he was her favorite two-wheeler.
“What are you laughing about?”
She let him see the pleasure she was getting out of every minute of this. “Just that, it is kind of fun being ordered around by you.”
His nostrils flared, he threw his head back and let out a groan. “I was wrong in my estimation of you.”
Keeping her fingers on the solid breadth of his shoulders, Naina did as she was told. He jerked her close the last inch. Her thighs now grazed the muscular sides of his abdomen and beneath her...he was clearly rock hard. And growing.
Head thrown back, Naina let out a soft moan, her hips wriggling until he was at the exact place where she needed him. At the aching place between her thighs. Hands on his shoulders, she rocked back and forth until their combined moans filled the air.
“You feel that, Dream Girl?” he groaned.
“In every cell of my being,” Naina replied, a glorious feeling of warmth and desire running through her veins.
“This is already good for me, love. If it gets any better, it will be over too soon.”
“Who... What?” Naina managed to say, when every cell in her being was focused on his questing fingertips. Both of his hands were busy under her dress. He had found the supersensitive skin of her inner thighs and was tracing mesmerizing circles without moving any further north. “You should know, my IQ has already been reduced to half.”
Again, another quick swipe of his fingers, and Naina gasped when this time the tip of an index finger grazed the seam of her panties. And then, he was there. Or rather, his wickedly clever fingers were. Playing peekaboo with the seam of her panties. When one finger snuck in under the elastic, Naina went rigid. Anticipation was a concentric yearning in her lower belly. When his fingers teased through the curls at her sex, she buried her face in his neck. “I... I didn’t shave down there.” She thought she might die if he mocked her.
“I told you before, Dream Girl. I want you exactly as you are. As whoever you are.” And then he flicked her most sensitive place in a move that sent shivers through every inch of her. His fingers, she realized, were not just clever. He was a maestro expertly playing his instrument of choice. His thumb stayed loyally at that aching center of her entire being, while his other fingers busied themselves, dipping into the wetness she could feel there. “Oh...” She kept saying the same word, all other faculties reduced to only feeling. She went up on her knees to facilitate his fingers exactly where she wanted them. His mouth, pressed against her neck, erupted into a smile and the vibrations of that laughter rocked through Naina, just as arousing as the fingers he was thrusting into her wet heat.
“Look at me, pretty girl,” he said then, and Naina flicked her eyes open, despite the fact that all she wanted to do was drown in the sensation he was creating in her sex. All she wanted to do was focus on it, chase it to its end, until she was nothing else but pleasure.
But there was something to looking into the eyes of the man who was more committed to ensuring your pleasure than you had ever been yourself. There was something to locking eyes with a man who wanted you just as much as you wanted him. Vikram’s eyes told her silently, said so many things that his mouth didn’t. And Naina was okay with that.
“Keep looking at me, and move. Trust your instincts. Tell me what you want me to do. Tell me how fast, or how slow, or how deep. Tell me where you want my fingers. Tell me where you want my mouth. I’m entirely at your disposal, pretty girl.”
His words, in concert with his fingers, pulled at the ever-tightening knot in her lower belly. Naina sent her own hands up her belly to her breasts, already achy and desperate for attention, and she tugged down the bodice of the dress. “Here,” she whispered. “I need those clever fingers here too.”
“My fingers are far too busy right now.” His deep voice had an edge to it. A dark, slumbering quality. “Will my mouth do?”
“Yes, please.”
He gave her what she asked for. And even more than that.
In the blink of an eye, Naina found herself drowning in sensation that Vikram created. His mouth painted erotic images over her tight nipples. The sound of him licking them was one she’d never forget. He alternated between them as if he was determined to evoke, to conjure, to pull every inch of sensation out of her body that it was capable of feeling.
His mouth, his fingers, his entire body worked in tandem to push her up and up and up. Her spine arched. And then she was there, thrown into a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds and sensations. Her sex contracted and released and still he kept up the relentless rhythm, dragging it out, prolonging the acute pleasure until tears filled her eyes.
