Page 56 of That Same Old Love

Soon she was getting worked up, “Did you hear me? Stop pitying me!” she shouted at him angrily and then tried to push him away.

He held on to her tightly and she could feel his chest shake. She was shocked, thinking that he was crying. But when she looked up, she saw that he was shaking his head and chuckling slightly.

“God! You are the most confusing and temperamental woman I have ever come across. I hate people pitying me too, and believe me, what I’m feeling for you right now is not pity.”

Then moving away from her, he let go of his towel.

Mahi was speechless for a while, when she saw his naked aroused body. “Well… helloo… ”

He went closer to her, and hurriedly untied her robe, and pushed it open. And then he carried her to the bed and laid her down gently.

“Samrat… I’m still a little sore… ” she told him reluctantly.

“I will be careful, I promise. I just need… I want to—” he broke off and crawled over her.

He kissed her lips gently and then sat up to look at her body closely.

Mahi felt conscious of her naked, imperfect body, but seeing his intense lust-filled gaze, made her feel confident of herself again. She smiled at him slowly and waited for him.

Soon his mouth was on her throat, placing hot and moist kisses. He kept kissing every inch of her skin and continued moving down towards her breasts. When he reached them, he remembered her preferences and began to suck them hard, with just the right amount of pressure, making her moan loudly in mindless pleasure. He licked and then sucked both her swollen breasts, arousing her to a fever pitch.

She groaned while arching and then clutching his hair to pull his head closer, “I was wondering when you would get around to my boobs,” she gasped out.

He continued sucking her nipples hard and then finally released one of them from his mouth, to move lower. She felt him smile on her stomach.

“I wanted to, very badly, but I washeldup with something the first time,” he teased her, making her smile at his pun.

Then he started to swirl his tongue around her belly button, making her moan again.

“The second time was too rushed, I was driven by my fantasies of you from the past three months and maybe even from during our college days,” he said in a slow deep voice.

She continued to clutch his hair. “Ooh fantasies. I have a lot of those about you too. Most of them are pretty wild,” she said shakily.

“I want you to tell me all about them, later,” he said, and moved lower to trace his tongue over her faint stretch marks. And then he moved even lower to his main target.

During the next few minutes, he single mindedly paid all his attention to pleasuring her, until she came with a loud cry.

She took a while to recover from her fourth intense orgasm in the past twenty four hours. Smiling, she turned towards him. Samrat was lying stiffly next to her. His eyes were closed, and his entire body was tensed and quivering slightly.

She sat up and looked at him. Especially at his painful arousal. “Oh you poor thing. Look at you, you are in pain. Let me kiss it better,” she teased and then held him gently.

“Mahi… you don’t have to. I wanted this to be about you. I’ll be fine. Just give me a minute,” he told her with a painful grimace.

“Aww that’s very noble of you. But I want to, part of my wild fantasies,” she said and held his gaze with a slow wicked smile. “And if I end up dying of sexual exhaustion, then I’ll be taking you with me!” she promised him, and then pleasured him, until he shouted hoarsely as he clutched her hair.

Much later, she got up from the bed.

“Okay. Play time is over buddy. Let’s eat. I’m starving!” she said, stretching her overworked muscles.

Samrat was still lying on the bed with a silly smile on his rugged face. Even his wildest imaginations or his dreams about her hadn’t prepared him for the reality of what it was like to be with Mahi.

He finally got up after a few minutes and walked into the bathroom to clean up and then returned.

“What do we have?” he asked her.

She was already eating. “Chicken fajita omelets, waffles with whipped cream and lots of fresh fruit. Oh and also the banana bread and other baked treats from the vacation house owner. There is also some coffee for me and tea bags for you with hot water and cream.”

He began eating his breakfast with gusto. She could barely finish half of her huge omelet and one fourth of her waffle when he was done with his, and started eating the banana bread.

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