Page 54 of That Same Old Love

“Do it!” he growled.

“God! I knew you would be bossy and demanding,” she grumbled and slowly went towards him.

As soon as she got close enough, he grabbed her and pushed her on the bed. And then he knelt down on the floor, and shoved her lingerie completely over her hips. And then he began to adjust her petite body according to his convenience. He dragged her hips closer to the edge and then placed her legs on his shoulders for better access.

He didn’t bother to warn her or prepare her for what he was about to do. He simply placed his mouth on the most private part of her for an intimate kiss, making her gasp out loudly.

In the next few minutes, she lost all the power of speech, and emitted loud, garbled, unintelligible sounds that aroused him even more. He held her still, his fingers digging into her hips, while his tongue stroked inside her again and again.

She twisted and arched, and then clutched the bed sheet under her with both her hands, unable to move away from his onslaught.

And then when her noises indicated that she was close, he gently bit and then flicked her bud with his tongue, making her explode. She let out a loud cry that he recognized from the previous night. He held her in place while her body shook in tremors.

After a while she slumped and her body lay limp. Only then did he lower her legs from his shoulders.

She was dazed and satisfied. “Holy shit, Samrat. That was… that was… ” she couldn’t find the words for it.

“Out of this world? The best orgasm you ever had?” he supplied with a straight face.

Still panting, she raised her eyebrow. “Someone is too proud of their abilities.”

He didn’t reply and simply picked her up to drop her back on the pillows. She fell on the bed with a bounce and looked up at him.

Watching her, he grabbed a condom placed on the nightstand and put it on slowly. Not breaking their eye contact, he crawled over her with deliberate slowness and wrapped her legs around his hips.

“You might want to hold the headboard and brace yourself. I have held off from you for too long. This round is going to be hard and fast,” he warned, looking down hungrily at her.

Heart pounding with anticipation, Mahi returned Samrat’s stare, and quickly held the headboard, waiting for him. He entered her gently and then slammed all the way into her, making them both gasp out loudly.

“Oh god, yes,” she moaned, when her body slowly started coming back to life again, right after a mind blowing orgasm.

He did that several times, continuing to enter her slowly, and then slamming into her, driving them both crazy. She felt amazing, but she felt as though he was holding himself back.

She was greedy and wanted all of him, wanted him to let go and give her everything.

She looked into his eyes, “Harder, I want it harder. You won’t hurt me. Give me all you have!” she ordered him.

Making an animal like snarl, he slammed into her harder. And then deeper. His next thrusts were uncontrolled, and he didn’t hold back anything, and kept watching her intently.

She closed her eyes and encouraged him by letting him know how good she felt. She also tightened her hold on the headboard as she felt her body being pushed up with each powerful thrust.

Soon, both of them began to sweat, making their bodies slick as they moved against each other. When a tiny drop of moisture from his chin fell on her warm lips, she opened her eyes.

Staring at him, she licked the salty drop with her tongue, making him go insane. Not breaking their eye contact, he droveinto her with an unflinching force, giving her exactly what she could take, and then pushing her past that edge.

“Come for me,” he ordered her and then lowered his head to bite her neck.

When she began shaking, tightening around him with her release, he finally closed his eyes, beginning to shake himself as he felt the ecstasy overwhelming him. He let himself go with a loud masculine grunt, and then began trembling on top of her.

They lay still until they could catch their breaths.

“Wow!… That was… that was… ” she was again at loss of words.

Samrat felt too exhausted and drained to offer her any words, and just groaned into her neck, making her shiver. Their bodies were still joined together intimately, and he knew he might be crushing her. He had forgotten how tiny and petite she was compared to him. Somehow mustering some energy, he tried to lift himself on his elbows.

“Good morning,” he said lazily.

“Goodafternoon,” she said, smiling contently.

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