Page 36 of The Rules of Playing with Fire

He laughed. I pushed myself back against him and felt his warm touch on my neck.

“And you’re extraordinary,” he said with his lips on my bare shoulder. “Absolutely sensational.”

The truth in his words pricked me again. This is about sex, not feelings, I reminded myself.

He caught me mid-flight into my thoughts, glared at me, and pulled the cropped teddy off before I could react. I flinched slightly but retained eye contact with him in the mirror, which he approved of with a smile. He flung the piece of clothing to some corner of the mirrored wall and brought his hands to my breasts.

“There’s one thing I hadn’t imagined, though,” he said as his hands kneaded them softly. “I hadn’t imagined how perfect these would look in my hands.” He cupped them to demonstrate. Heat rose to my face as I watched the soft flesh fill out his big palms, the gentle curves spilling over.

“Let’s see how well they fill my mouth,” he said, and without warning, he whipped me around and hoisted me to his hips.

I wrapped my legs around him and locked them at the ankles as his mouth came over my breast. He sucked and nipped greedily, rolling his tongue over my nipple. My head lolled back, and a loud moan escaped as I laced my fingers at his nape. When his touch vanished for a moment, I felt the void in my stomach, but he quickly brought his mouth over the other breast.

A cry emanated from my throat as he dug his teeth into my skin. My hands clutched his hair, his soft beard scraping my chest, and I found myself dripping wet. He set me down and swung me around to face the mirror again. His hands covered my breasts and kneaded them. I threw my head back against him.

“You are so perfect,” he said in my ear and leaned in closer. I felt him hard against my back and greedily reached behind to palm his heavy sweatpants. My lips parted into an involuntary gasp at the touch.

He smiled. “Was that excitement or alarm?” he asked, tenderly caressing my arms, a decided softness on his face. When my shy eyes traveled to the floor, he said, “In that case, I hope to make you very, very happy tonight.”

My heart thudded, my stomach dipped, and my legs threatened to buckle at the promise in those words.

He slid his hand down the lace and into my slick wetness, groaning against my jaw. In a smooth motion, he nudged the shorts down my legs, and I stepped out of them. His attention returned to the thin wisp of hair and the smooth skin around it. When he ran his finger through the slit, I shuddered.

He grabbed me, wrapping his left arm around my waist, and thundered the words in my ear, “Open your legs for me, Sona.”

The demand made my knees tremble, and I gave in with a loud, involuntary moan.

“Wider,” he said, and my legs parted at the urgency in that command.

His grip on my waist stiffened to match the ferocity of his finger exploring me. He thrust one finger in, slowly at first, but as my receptive body drenched it, he glided swiftly, turning me into a helpless mess.

In the mirror, I saw myself losing control to him. Then I caught his image, struggling to maintain mastery over his own faculties, and my heart surged. I spread my legs wider to allow him all the access he wanted.

As if this was the sanction he’d been waiting for, he groaned in my ear again. He brought his thumb to swirl over my clit and pushed two fingers inside to stroke me back and forth. He took his time to get me there, with an arm around my waist to support my gradually fading body. Then, as his movements intensified, my eyes closed, and in a flash, I stood at the threshold of ruin. His thumb drew wild circles as his fingers pressed against the agonizingly sweet spot on the roof. Within seconds, the unannounced orgasm launched at me like an avalanche, pulling everything in its wake, turning bigger and more dangerous. An unlikely scream coincided with a warm spill gushing out of me.

“Fuck, Sona! Yes,” he encouraged as he worked me through it.

I shrieked again. It felt like I would pass out from pleasure. I couldn’t see anything but ear-numbing sparks against my dark, clenched eyelids. I didn’t know orgasms could be this long, this wild, this intense. He held me up with a strong arm as my legs gave way, and I struggled to survive the wild ride. Finally, I yanked out his drenched hand and collapsed against him.

MIHIR

“Well…that was…” Sona tried, but words failed her.

My heart swelled as I kissed the top of her head and held her warm body. “First time?” I asked and felt uncharacteristically proud when she nodded.

“What are the chances we woke them up?” she asked, heaving, as she looked at the door.

“We’ll know soon enough if anyone comes knocking or screaming.”

But no one did.

I grabbed towels from the linen drawer and dropped one on the floor. Her fingers ran through my hair as I wiped her clean with the other. When I stood to face her, she watched me with a sly smile on her lips and a naughty glimmer in her eye.

“Your turn, Sona. Take what you want,” I said and flung the towel away.

She bit her lip and clutched my shirt. When I pulled it off, her mouth dropped open at the sight of my waxed chest. Her eyes grew wide, her lips parting as she glided her fingers along it with the lightest touch.

“Do you like it?” I whispered, tracing a finger along her jaw. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”

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