Page 71 of Isn't It Obvious?
She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth as he kneels before her, slowly hitching her skirt up past her hips. The fabric of her underwear is darkened at the center and when he grazes his knuckle over that spot, the touch rolls through her body like an earthquake.
Fuck.There’s nothing like it. “So responsive,” he murmurs, looking up at her as he pulls her panties to the side and flattens his tongue against her.
She arches into him immediately, her breath shuddering out of her. It takes next to no time to learn where she needs him, how she likes it. She guides him with her gasps, her fingernails biting into his shoulder, her hand in his hair. He can’t believe how perfect this part of her is under his tongue, but he should have known from the rest of her.
He teases her, savoring the moment for himself, waiting until her legs are trembling and she’s crying out for him to slide a finger into her, curling up as he sucks softly.
“Ravi,” she moans, and his cock pulses, straining against the zipper of his jeans. “I can’t—I’m going to come,” she says.
He stops what he was doing only long enough to say, “Good,” loving the way the rumble of his words across her skin makes her tighten around his finger. He adds another, crossing them inside her as he tastes her again, sucking and licking in what he already knows is her favorite pattern, and that’s it. She bucks forward, grinding into his mouth, the sounds she makes pleading and wild as she unravels on his tongue.
The waves slow, then stop, and he withdraws his hand and rests his forehead against her stomach, trying to catch his breath. Yael grips his shoulder like it’s the only thing keeping her upright. Ravi starts to stand, but she whines, shaking her head.
He laughs. “I’ve got you; promise,” he says, keeping a steadying hand at her hip while he gets to his feet.
Yael slumps against him. “I need a second before we do anything else,” she says.
He kisses her shoulder. “We don’t have to do anything else if you don’t want to,” he says.
She pulls back, frowning. “That’s not how this works. You don’t just get to be the one who’s doing the fucking,” she says.
His grin spreads slowly. “Are you gonna fuck me, Yael?” he murmurs.
In answer, she undoes his fly and pushes down his boxer briefs, wrapping her fist around him for one smooth stroke. The breath he releases is stuttering. He’s painfully close already, dizzy with want. She watches the motion of her hand at first, but when he twitches in her grip, her eyes flick to his.
Yael is unreal like this. Maybe the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Absently, he lifts his hand, pressing a finger into that crease in her bottom lip. She sucks it into her mouth, her tongue swirling over his fingertip, and he somehow feels iteverywhere. He runs that hand down her throat to the valley between her breasts and kisses her. Her orgasm is still on his tongue, and tasting her all at once like this, her hand moving in maddening strokes, sends him over the edge. He comes apart, groaning into her mouth, making a mess of her bunched-up skirt.
You are going to destroy me, he thinks, leaning his forehead into her shoulder as he waits for his heart rate to come down.
RAVI’S HAND ONYael’s hip stays firm as his breathing slows, and she’s glad for it. Her legs have felt weak and useless for minutes now, and she doesn’t think she could stay perchedagainst the couch on her own. Paradoxically, it feels like she’s holding him up, too.
A breathy laugh cascades over her shoulder, and Ravi lifts his head, the hand on her chest coming to rest on her other hip. “You taste,” he says, “so fucking good to me.”
Two blooms of heat unfold at his words, one from her core and another, terrifyingly, from her chest. She tries to focus on the first. “You smell,” she says, “so fucking good to me.” With the hair at his temples sweaty and curling, his lips kiss-bruised and glistening, his chest on display and his shoulders relaxed, he looks even better. She feels sated, languorous, glowing, and yet a seed of hunger germinates, ready to sprout at any moment.
“I’m sorry about your skirt,” he says.
“I’m not,” she says. She hadn’t even considered it. “It’s washable. Let me just put it in before it… dries.”
Yael winces, feeling like her inelegance has ruined the fragile moment they were in, where they’d just wrung pleasure out of one another and nothing else mattered. But Ravi doesn’t say anything. His expression doesn’t even change—that same easy, satisfied smile as he steps back. One hand hovers at her waist as if to check for stability as she pushes off the edge of the couch, dropping her heels to the ground.
Ravi tucks himself into his boxer briefs but doesn’t fasten his jeans. He watches as she undoes the clasp at her waist and drags the zipper down the side of her skirt. She steps out of it and wads it up, and when she adjusts her underpants, Ravi’s dimpleandincisor make an appearance.
Yael rolls her eyes at him, and he laughs, pulling her in for a kiss. He tips her head back, and she hates that she sighs at the first trace of his tongue along her bottom lip.
“Soresponsive,” he says when they part.
“You’re so smug,” she says.
Ravi shakes his head. “Pleased with myself.”
“Is there a difference?” she asks, crossing the room to the cramped closet that hides the washer and dryer. God, they barely made it five feet into the apartment.
“In connotation,” he says. “I’m pleased with you, too.”
“Are you hungry?” Yael asks. She wonders if he can hear the rest of it—that she wants him to stay, that she’d like to do this again, maybe on a different surface, maybe with him inside her, maybe with him in her mouth. She buzzes under his gaze.
“Very,” he says.
