Page 143 of A King's Oath
“More?” He asked with a mouthful.
“More, yes…”
And then he bolstered confidence of his own. As if awakened, his mouth went wild over her breasts. First one, then the other, then back to the first one. She couldn’t believe it felt like those two areas of her body would control so many sensations. But they did. And his mouth controlled them — laving, sucking, biting, and again laving.
“Samarth, I might come like this…”
“Is this a warning or a prize announcement?” His head popped up.
She laughed — “I mean… you are not naked.”
He reached for her hands that had been at her sides. How had she managed to hold them down through his torture? Samarth brought them up and to his shirt.
Avantika had ranked in the meritorious list of schoolanduniversity. She did not need to be told twice. She began to unbutton his shirt. He had ranked on that list right there with her, so he did not need to be told either. He began to push off her steadily, letting her unbutton down his torso. And then his chest was her playground. He hadn’t even pushed the material off completely before she ran her hands up his chest, into the light smattering of hair that looked even better when it peeped from the open collar of his shirt. It made a crisping noise and she scratched her fingernails down to his navel. He hissed.
“Sorry… I went crazy…”
“Go crazy, Ava… just… slow.”
She glanced up at his face and it was contorted. She giggled.
“Don’t laugh.”
“Why?” She pushed the cradle of her lap up until he was notched in. Perfectly. His mouth opened with an f, went to the u but then her chuckle made him stop.
“We have done this before, Samarth,” she smirked. “Lots of times in school. We just didn’t know how to make it happen.”
“Yeah, this time it’s different,” he managed to spit out, working to pull himself off her. She circled her legs around his waist and tugged him back down.
“Why different?”
He took a deep breath, and then held her head between his hands — “This time it’s happening.”
“But not all at once.”
He rolled his eyes and jumped to his feet. She thought he might stop even this when he unbuckled his belt, the metal sound hot. He pulled the leather out of its loop and set it on the bed beside her. And then, without even a second’s hesitation, he pushed his pants down. Avantika sat up.
“Wo…” she came face to face with him, even if covered in black briefs. His hand came to her chin and he rubbed a thumb over it. Back and forth, back and forth, until she had the courage to tear her eyes away from the view in front of her and look at his face.
“Naked enough for you?”
“Not really…” she shrieked as he grabbed the hem of her dress and pushed it down — down, down, under her hips and off her legs. She was left in her thong. A white silk one, that she had bought yesterday for this very occasion, and was now too shy tolet show. She tried to close her legs but he pushed her up the bed and held them open.
“You wanna try something?” He asked, kissing the dent of her ankle. Her chest softened.
“Hmmm…” she managed.
“No more naked after this,” he laid down the rule, leaving open-mouthed kisses up her calf. “We don’t have to go all the way,” he turned her knee, just slightly, and laid a kiss in that indent too. Her body tightened. His teeth barred and pressed into that soft flesh.
“How do you know all this…” she gasped.
“I listen, Ava,” he laved at the indent.
“To podcasts?”
His body vibrated, his mouth leaving the spot and moving up, to her thigh, to the edge of her thong. She inhaled, all oxygen long gone.
“To you,” his eyes met hers and he used his teeth again. This time barely. That was the worst — when he just hovered, or touched and retreated. That drove her insane. And he knew it! He knew it so soon because again he did it, with his hand over her thong, over her flesh that was feeling like it was submerged in a pool. A heated pool.
