He shakes his head, smiling, not quite laughing. “No, darlin’, not about this. I’d never tease about this.”
“But…you called me greedy.”
“Trust me, that’s adamngood thing. Sexy as fuck, you beggin’ me to touch you.” He slides that one fingertip in a circle, there at the top of me—I whimper, gasp, squirm at the wild blaze of sensation which batters through me as he does so. “Fuck, Anjalee. So sensitive. Sowet. Drenched for me.”
“When you kiss me, touch me, say those things to me, it makes me…” I squirm. “Hot, down there. And wet.”
“Yeah, baby, I can feel it.” His finger drags through me,insideme, through the wet warmth of me. “Wet, hot, tight…fuck, honey.Fuck.”
“Why are you cursing so, Kane?”
“You. You’re so gorgeous, so sensitive, so responsive. Givin’ it all to me. Fuckin’ unbelievable, you givin’ this to me.” He sounds, yes, shaken, still, or even more.
And then his touch centers on that spot once more, and the bolt of lightning gathers in power, brightening, heating, until all of me shakes, trembles, like a boiling pot ready to overflow. A shrill gasp leaves me, and my hips lift. He does not stop, this time, but circles again. And again.
Each time he touches, circles, it builds in me. Higher, bigger, hotter—more.
“Kane—” I pant, breathless. “Now? Please, oh, please. It is too much. I am—oh, Kane, I am going to explode, I think.”
His words hum in my ear. “Exactly.”
His long, thick finger delves into me, deep, and I feel my insides, down there, clench—then his touch drives up again, to that magical, incredible spot. I clench again, around nothing. I’m shaking all over, hips lifting, tilting, breath coming in short spasms, belly sucking in, hardening, expanding as I suck in another breath. Tension shoots through me, a piano wire pulled too tight. Ready to snap.
He circles me, just there.
Faster.
My hips know what he is about to do, and they obey him, following his movements, lifting and falling with his circling finger, faster and faster. More, and more. I am not breathing, now—I’m panting, gasping, whimpering. It frightens me, the intensity building within me, shaking me, making my spine arch up and causing my hips to jerk, to thrust against his touch.
“Now, Anjalee,” he whispers in my ear. “Come for me, baby. Give it to me, Anjalee…now.”
It hits me. I scream, and his mouth covers mine, swallowing the scream, but I cannot stop. It is too much, too much. All of me is justgone, swept away in a vortex of fire. All the heat and the pressure he has been building up in me just purely shatters, and I am subsumed.
I spasm helplessly, hips bucking violently. His finger moves on me, in me, taking me higher and higher into the inferno, or maybe it is deeper and deeper—I do not know. I am gone. Lightning sears every fiber of me, and I can only shake and quake and shudder, endlessly.
When it releases me, I am left panting, but the gasps are shrill, soft whimpers— “Oh, oh, oh, oh,” like that, helplessly whimpering.
Kane withdraws his finger from me. I watch—it glistens, wet from me. His eyes on mine, I watch, almost horrified, as he puts it into his mouth and pulls it away as if savoring a delicacy.
“So fuckin’ sweet,” he murmurs.
I cannot believe he did that. His finger wasinsideme, wet fromme, and he licked it clean.
“Fuck me, Anjalee.” It is disbelieving, his great head shaking, long blond hair dancing just above his shoulders. “You, coming for me…too fuckin’ beautiful, darlin’. Dream come true. Fantasy.” He’s whispering. “You’re a fuckin’ fantasy.”
I do not know that I can speak, but I try. “What…” I try again. “What wasthat?”
He laughs, touching his forehead to mine. “That, sexy thing, is called an orgasm.”
“Orgasm.” I savor the word. “It was…” I shake my head, unable to find adequate words. “I cannot even say what it was, not in English, not in Hindi, not at all.” I turn to face him, touch his jaw. “Thank you for giving me this orgasm, Kane.”
His eyes go silver again. “The gift wasmine, honey. To be able to give you your first orgasm?” He shakes his head. “Greatest privilege of my life.”
A shudder wracks me, even though the orgasm is gone. “I cannot stop shaking.”
He pulls me closer, tucking an arm under me, and suddenly I am cradled in his arms, face to his firm, warm chest. “Aftershocks. It’s normal.”
He holds me, then, for a long time.
