Page 35 of Empowered

I smiled, looking at this dear man who put my safety before his needs. How did I get so lucky? “I love you.”

He returned the adoration that I felt for him in my heart. “I love you, too,” he said, rubbing the tip of his nose against mine.

He continued tasting me everywhere, from my mouth down to my bellybutton, sending chills through my body. His fingers hooked my panties and pulled them off my legs, the journey lasting longer than I could bear.

As he nestled between my legs, my desperate flesh was on full display for him. His hands held my legs in place as he moved in on me, his tongue meeting my wet pussy. My back arched off the bed from a single stroke. I couldn’t hold back the loud moan that came from deep within my core. It had been so long since I had been touched there and I was so sensitive.

He continued his assault on my clit. Each swipe of his tongue was more painful than the last. The pressure waiting to be released was too much. “Shyam. Please. I need you in me.”

“Jaan, I’m rock fucking hard. If I fuck you now, I’ll tear you in half. I need you ready for me first.”

God, his words drove me wild. His desire for me was like a vibrator humming on that perfect spot that guaranteed release.

His tongue worked me over as he slipped two fingers inside of me. I knew I was sopping wet from how easily they slid inside. His fingers fucked me good, hitting the right spot at the top of my inner wall each time they entered. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I exploded around his fingers, gripping them tight with the force of my orgasm. I saw God, stars, and the whole fucking universe as I cried out.

I gasped for breath as I came down from my high. Shyam rose from between my legs and covered my body with his. “I missed that sound,” he whispered in my ear.

I gave him a lazy smile, still in my haze of bliss.

He pushed his boxers down, freeing his massive erection. I hadn’t thought I could forget how big he was, but apparently, I had. My eyes widened at his size. Would he still fit inside of me? I hadn’t had sex in a long time, and I was surely too tight to fit all of him in me. I chose not to think about it anymore and kissed him hard, losing my thoughts as we breathed into each other.

His hands pushed the cups of my bra down. He moved his mouth over one nipple, sucking and biting it, causing me to squirm from sensation. Then he showered attention onto my other side. He treated each one like it was his favorite.

I placed my hands on his rigid chest, pushing him up slightly so his eyes could meet mine. I was ready. He read my thoughts. “Are you sure?”

I nodded. He reached into the drawer of the nightstand beside the bed and pulled out a condom. I had only been on birth control for a few days, so were supposed to use protection until the hormone levels were effective. He lined up his protected dick with my slit. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, waiting for him. “Look at me,” he gently ordered me.

I stared into his eyes, losing myself in his magnetism. I felt his tip slide in smoothly. It didn’t feel as tight as I thought it would, so I relaxed a little more, and he pushed farther. I cried out from the pain—I had spoken too soon. I was too tight, and he was too big.

He moved his hand between us. Two fingers formed a V so that the length of both stroked the sides of my slit to help loosen me up for him. The split between his knuckles massaged my clit, giving me friction to rub against. Inch by inch, he pushed farther until he was fully inside, groaning from how tight I squeezed him. I felt so full. He must have felt it too because he paused to let his dick rest inside of me and stretch my walls.

Flames ignited in his eyes. He pressed both hands into the mattress alongside my head and began his punishment. His strokes were long and complete, touching the far reaches of my pussy. His pace quickened and I could tell he couldn’t stop even if I begged him to. He was a man possessed. This was water for his thirst, food for his hunger, and prayer for his soul.

I panted along with him. I could feel myself reaching my threshold again. We raced to the finish line together with each slam against each other. I screamed as I fell over the edge, my vision going black since the only thing my body could do was feel. I felt the sweat on his pelvis against my skin. I felt his length thicken inside of me, ready to burst. I felt his ferocious growl as he found his release and collapsed onto me.

I held him to me, my hand cupping the back of his head as our heartbeats steadied to baseline together.

When we caught our breaths and we could form sentences with our words, he rolled to the side of me. His body turned to face mine. The backs of his fingers stroked my cheek. “Are you okay?”

“I’m great.” I was stupidly happy and couldn’t stop smiling. “I love you.”

“I love you so fucking much.”

We stayed just like that, gazing into each other’s eyes and stroking each other until sleep overtook us.

Chapter XXII

Amelia

Waiting for her to answer the phone that Shyam had given me was the most nerve-wracking thing ever.

RING. RING. RING.

It was late in Seattle with the time difference. Maybe she was asleep. I wished it would just go to voicemail, but I’d have to have this conversation eventually.

“Hi, dear! Long time, no hear.”

The love in her voice killed me. I was about to lie to her, and I hated myself for it. I found a bench across from one of the many ornate fountains in the courtyard and took a seat, needing to sit down for this conversation.

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