Page 56 of Adrift

“God, you smell good. The scent of your juices mixed with the scent of flowers . . .. I’m going to put my nose directly inside your delicious pussy and inhale you.”

“Oh, God!” I moan, giving into his filthy words and my orgasm. My nipples tighten against the fabric of my bra so painfully that I think they’ll cut right through. I squeeze my eyes shut as wave after wave of pure euphoria vibrates through my core, and I come for what seems to be forever.

I’m still gliding on the inside of my wet and tattered panties, sure that I’ll see my arousal stained over his erection, when I finally come to. I’ve orgasmed before–plenty of times on my own and a few times when Patrick fingered me–but never like this. Never this unrestrained. Never this wild.

I lift my head, my cheeks burning with shame, to look at him. I close my eyes as soon as I see him assessing me and I try to get off him. But he holds me firm, his hands around my hips, pressing into my skin.

“Rani.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, like I’ve always done when I’m taking in a moment, but this time I hope it’s not real. Because if it’s real, then I’ve truly broken my own rules, forsaken my principles.

“Rani, look at me.” His voice is firm and there’s no question he’s going to wait until I either open my eyes or pretend to have a stroke. When I finally open them, he pulls his hands out of my dress and rounds my neck, lifting my chin with his thumbs. I vaguely register that one of those thumbs has my juices all over it. “Don’t.” He shakes his head. “Don’t do that. Don’t be embarrassed or ashamed or whatever it is that you’re feeling right now.”

My cheeks burn like they’re on fire. “I did exactly what I told you we shouldn’t do. I went too fast, and now I’m afraid you’re going to pull back–”

He stops me by putting his mouth on mine, kissing me softly, before breaking away. “We went at the pace that felt natural for us. I was right there with you, baby. You didn’t force me into it. I’m not going to pull back because I felt everything you did.”

I search his eyes through a frown. “But you told me you were scared.”

“Of what I feel, yes, but I can’t deny what I feel, either.

I’m tempted to ask him what he feels, but I’m so drained at the moment that if I found out he didn’t feel the way I did, I’d probably burst out crying. I look down at the stain on his shorts and wince. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not,” he replies without hesitation.

I get off his lap and straighten myself up, brushing my hands down my dress. “I’m exhausted.”

He bites his bottom lip, but I see the smile he’s hiding. “I’d imagine you are.”

My cheeks flame again. “I’m going to bed. Um . . . thank you for,” I wave in his general direction, “that.”

“The pleasure was all mine.”

I nod, feeling a little at a loss of words and unsteady on my feet. “Are you going to bed soon?”

He pauses, staring at me intently. “After I take a shower and try to rid my brain of you for a night.”

Chapter Twenty-One

Darian

“How is my Arman jan! Did you miss your tatik this week?” My mom bounces Arman in her arms. “Tatik missed you! So much, my sweet boy. I couldn’t wait to run back home from Seattle to see you again.”

I stir the creamer inside the cup before going to the fridge to grab some raspberries to put onto the bowls of greek yogurt, oats, and honey. “How’s Aunt Anush?”

My mother watches me curiously, ignoring my question. “I’ve already had my coffee today, Darian. Are you making a cup for yourself? When did you start drinking coffee?”

“It’s for Rani.” I don’t make eye contact with Mom, moving to put the raspberries back inside the fridge and putting a couple of spoons into the parfait bowls.

“I see.” Mom stands there a moment longer before retreating into the living room with Arman.

It’s too early in the morning for me to think about the consequences of my mother watching me perform what I’m sure she thinks is an intimate act, so I go about preparing my smoothie instead.

A few minutes later, Rani comes down the stairs to the kitchen and we both bestow each other quiet smiles. We haven’t discussed keeping things private specifically, but I would assume taking things slow entailed that. I make a mental note to talk about it with her later, just to make sure.

She’s wearing a white crop-top that hangs over one shoulder, revealing the bright blue strap from her sports bra, over black tights. Her ass looks so fucking scrumptious in them, I have to turn around and busy myself with the bowls to stop from springing another hard-on at the sight of her.

Rani’s eyes find my mom. “Oh hi, Karine!” She walks over to give my mom a hug. “How was your trip?”

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