Page 128 of The Ex Factor

My arms flailed about, trying to find something to hold on to. I grabbed the pillow underneath my head and clutched it in my fists.

Sujit withdrew his cock and put his fingers against my G-spot for the final stretch that would sink me to the ocean floor. With the wand firm and steady, he rubbed against the roof. My body turned to a weeping mess as I lost control over every faculty. My muscles gave way, and I screamed the hell out of my lungs.

The pleasure transformed into pain, then evolved back into pleasure. My soul shattered and reconstituted in the same moment. I lost myself to the destruction and found myself in it. My euphoric body vaporized into nothingness, then landed like a heavy mass of boulders, lifeless.

“That’s my girl,” he said as I continued to spasm through the sensation of loss and gain intertwined as one.

A tear ran down the side of my face. The wand disappeared, as did Sujit’s finger. His mouth was now between my legs, tenderly licking my warrior’s wounds.

As I emerged from the deluge, another storm ravaged through me. Unexpected, inconsolable tears now flowed down my face. Healing tears. The pain I had carried for all the years that I had not known Sujit became the tide flooding my eyes.

He slid up beside me and enveloped me in a tight embrace. I felt his lips on my forehead. “I’m here, my love,” he whispered. “Nothing’s going to hurt you anymore.”

At his words, all barriers around my heart came crashing down. The gates to the fortress I had built flew wide open, and the torrent turned more savage.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart. You’re safe in my arms. I’ll protect you and your heart.”

The little girl who had fended off ridicule and contempt, who had strived and failed to find acceptance from her peers. The young woman who had wanted the world to see her in her own right, who didn’t want her tears to be taken for weakness. The lover who’d been wronged, who had found no love in return. They all healed in his arms that night.

When my tears waned, I found my breath back. I was stronger with him. I was stronger because of him.

Slipping one leg between his, I sniffed away those unwarranted tears. “And I’ll protect you right back,” I promised.

“I know you will,” he said and hugged me tight until our bodies were one. I lay helpless—and the happiest I’d ever been.

I think I could be excused for having no recall of what happened next. I do remember straddling him, grinding myself against him. I remember gazing into his eyes as I lay below him. I remember the gush flooding me when he came inside me. I remember him saying how much he loved seeing it drip out of me. How we got there, I didn’t quite recollect.

Wrapped up in his arms, I took in his spicy masculine scent, heightened by heat and sex. I let my hand rove over his body, feeling the shape of his hip and thigh, the muscles on his chest and abdomen, and the soft, clean cheeks where his dimples appeared when he smiled. I reached up and kissed the tip of his nose and the soft lips below it. I drew my hand to his ear and tugged at the plush lobes. I traced the deeply intricate crevices of his beautifully carved ear with my finger, my face buried in his chest. When he kissed my forehead, I wished we could remain suspended in this moment forever.

But then, I needed to pee. Begrudgingly but with haste, I pushed myself off his chest and pulled the robe that had fallen to the floor.

“Aarti,” Sujit called, and I glanced at him over my shoulder. He shook his head with a domineering look in his eye.

“What?” I said, one shoulder into the robe. “You want me to walk to the restroom naked while you watch me?”

His lip turned up in one corner. “No clothing this weekend.”

I returned his smile and shrugged the robe off my shoulder. “That works both ways, I hope. I’d love to watch your cute ass as you walk away.”

He shook with a gentle laugh and pulled my hand to grab me.

“Don’t!” I cried hurriedly. “I’m going to burst.”

He placed a quick kiss on my hand and let me go. Rushing to the bathroom, I released all the tension pent up in my bladder. I rinsed and cleaned, gargled and deodorized in preparation for what awaited us next. As I fluffed my hair, I admired Sujit’s marks on my body. When I walked out into the bedroom, I heard the sound of a soft snore.

Sujit’s peaceful face greeted me and I gleamed at the sight before stepping away, sans clothing, to get a drink of water. As I crossed the living room on my way to the kitchen, I heard a silent buzz of a phone. I scanned around and remembered Sujit hadtossed the phone onto the couch. The persistent buzz did help me locate it, but I stopped short of picking it up when I saw that it was Manoj calling.

I wondered if I should wake Sujit, but then why would I disturb his rest for this man? He got what he deserved. Now all he might want was to either abuse Sujit or try to appeal to his decency, yet again. Only this time, Sujit was in no mood to entertain either. The phone stopped buzzing, and I continued my trek to the kitchen.

Grabbing two glasses of water and a coaster to cover his, I tiptoed back to the bedroom. Sujit had rolled onto the other shoulder now, away from me, and I pulled a light cover on his naked body. Then, on a whim, I walked back out, retrieved his phone, and placed it by the nightstand on my side of the bed.

Wondering how to kill time while I waited for Sujit to wake up from his nap—I hoped he would soon—I pulled out my laptop and AirPods. I rarely got time to catch up on any of the series I kept adding to my watchlist. Today looked like a great opportunity to watch at least one episode of a series while I waited for the man of my dreams to wake up from his dream and make love to me again. I chuckled inwardly at my girlish thoughts and turned on a spicy Spanish period romance drama that I had left midway.

Talk about girlish! I was crushing hard on the young hero. The series, set somewhere in Cantabria, was lush with glorious castles and expansive landscapes. I was grinning like a schoolgirl at the banter between the two lead characters when a gentle tap on my shoulder made me jump out of my skin. One AirPod popped out of my ear, and I saw Sujit staring at me, amused.

“Not funny,” I reprimanded, pulling the other AirPod out and dropping it all in a drawer beside me.

“What are you watching?” he asked as I clicked the spacebar to pause the movie.

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