‘Then let me put it to better use,’ Abhay said with a glint in his eyes and moved down. Her stomach flipped when he shifted his arms beneath her thighs, wrapping them around it. He spread her legs open, and she yelped, trying to hide herself from his fierce, burning gaze.
‘Uh-huh,’ he pulled her hand away, tucking it beneath her leg, out of his way. ‘Don’t hide from me. You’re mine to taste, mine to tease, mine to take, and I can’t bear the torture of denying myself anymore.’
He teased her wet folds open with a finger, and she moaned aloud when he pressed his thumb against her throbbing clit. She squirmed and Abhay gripped her lush thighs, pinning her in place beneath him. His quiet strength sent a thrill coursing through her.
A finger slipped into her depth, and his groan matched hers as she threw her head back, crying out his name. ‘You’re so wet for me, jaan. God, you’re killing me.’
He slowly pushed his finger deeper and her toes curled when he pressed against the sensitive spot inside her. His thumb circled the swollen nub, teasing her to the brink of madness.
‘And what exactly are you doing to me?’ she asked, hoping he’d understand and ease back.
Instead, he prefaced his response by pushing another finger inside her, making her clench. ‘What am I doing? I’m just showing my wife how crazy I am for her, how desperate with need she makes me, and how I’ve loved her with all of me since the night we met.’
A strangled mix of sob and moan lodged in her throat, as he began to thrust his fingers in her at a faster pace. A delicious pressure began to build in her core and when he curled his fingers to flick against the spot, it made her see stars.
She whimpered. ‘Oh god, yes please…’
He groaned, her plea snapping the last thread on his restraint, and he flicked her clit with his tongue as his fingers picked up pace. He stroked them harder and deeper inside her, and the tension coiled tighter in her core.
‘C’mon jaan, come apart on my fingers. Let me taste you,’ he urged, his voice raw and then his tongue found the throbbingnub again and he sucked hard on it, thrusting his fingers faster and faster.
She arched her back and tugged on his hair as she came. The orgasm ripped through her nerves, her body convulsing around his fingers. The world spun around her, and she held onto him, her only anchor in the chaos of pleasure.
Abhay gently slid his fingers out, laid a soft kiss on her belly and moved up to find her lips again. The roaring desire that had just simmered down blazed to life when she tasted herself on him.
Siya pulled at his shirt with a frantic force. The buttons popped off, clattering around them on the floor as she ran her fingers over the rough ridges of his chest, and down his toned torso.
Abhay hissed as she reached down and cupped his hard length over his trouser. ‘Jaan, I’m trying my best to be gentle with you, but now you’re just playing with my sanity,’ he growled, pushing out the strangled words.
His dark gaze warned her that she was playing with fire. It gave her a rush of power, and suddenly, she needed to see the man behind this mask of civility.
Anticipation struck at her, telling her to tease him. But he flipped the tables on her and began to ground against her palm. A blazing spark ignited in her belly, giving way to a desperate need to feel him inside her.
‘I need you, Abhay,’ she said, her voice rugged, breathless.
‘Baby, I want to, but I don’t have any protection,’ he answered, deep with regret.
She shook her head and said, ‘I’m on birth control. You don’t have to worry. I just need to feel you—’
He hushed her with a hungry, demanding kiss as he pushed down his pants.
Siya wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, lost in their fervent kiss. With a guttural sound rumbling in his chest, he positioned himself at her entrance. When he began rubbing the tip through her slick folds, flicking it on her sensitive nub, she hit her fist on his chest.
‘Don’t you dare tease me!’ she snapped.
It quickly turned into a whimper when he pressed it against her clit.
‘You misunderstand me, baby. All I’m guilty of is enjoying the needy sounds my wife makes when I drive her crazy with pleasure,’ he whispered against her neck, making her flushed skin tingle.
‘Abhay, please, I need to feel you inside me,’ she confessed with trembling lips.
His eyes darkened with something wild and primal, and he slowly began to push himself in. A sting of pain made her tense as he stretched her, sliding deeper inside. It almost felt too much, and his fingers lazily playing with her nipples only added fuel to the fire consuming her alive.
‘Oh fuck, jaan,’ he said, his voice hoarse.
She tangled her fingers through his ruffled hair, and she held on for dear life as he began slowly moving in and out of her. His hands roamed over her body, claiming every inch of her as he thrust at an agonisingly lazy pace.
Her eyes drifted close, lost in the exquisite sensations, but he gripped her jaw and demanded, ‘Siya, look at me.’
