Page 17 of Not In Love

“Yes, especially that. Because that means I’m not dead inside.”

“You’re soaking me in your juices, Dr. Shah,” he said, the honorific contrasting keenly against his filthy words. “I’d say you’re more than alive.”

His cheeky grin tugged at her heart. One hand cupped her ass as he circled her entrance with his fingers. Sensation by sensation, stimulus by stimulus, he applied his tongue, lips, and fingers into assaulting her hungry flesh.

And with each new sensation, her body sang, chasing a new rhythm.

Shamelessly, she thrust her hips into him. Gripped his hair and tugged it. Her skin was on fire, her pussy fluttering, her lower belly knotted tight.

Just one hard tug...and she would splinter.

But her body stubbornly refused to fall over even as pleasure suffused her every nerve-ending. All she could hear, feel and see was him, as he worked her over, patient and relentless. Her muscles thrummed with frustration and desire in equal measures.

One lone tear mixed with the sweat on her face, and she swiped it away roughly. “Diego, I?—”

“Push up the top and cup your tits.”

“What?”

“I love your tits, Kash. Can’t wait to bury my face in them as soon as I get you over. Maybe I’ll suck those fat nipples all night.” The lurid picture he painted made her clench his fingers inside her. “Until then, let me see you pinch them. Be rough, like I would be.”

Fingers shaking, Kash did as he bid. Under his devouring gaze, the sensation amplified, zooming straight to her core. She tweaked her nipples over and over, alternating, moaning, panting. Soon, her breasts ached for a rougher touch, the nipples drawn tight and fat.

“Do you want to know what my filthiest fantasy is right now?” Diego asked, stretching her with three fingers.

Kash arched her spine, the stretch tight and painful but so, so good. Just when she got used to it, he added a fourth. She gasped loud, his name a chant on her lips.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to sink my cock into this cunt. Look at how greedy you are, how well you swallow whatever I give you.”

A lash of pure, rich, sinful pain zinged up her spine, making her cry out. The pressure coiled tighter, deeper, winding sharp beneath her skin.

Fresh arousal flooded his fingers. He moaned and lapped it up, the faint scrape of stubble against her inner thigh another skewering sensation.

Her scent, slick and sharp, hung thick between them, mingling with the faint spice of his cologne and the salt-sweet taste of the ocean air lingering in the room.

Her breaths came faster, shallower, muscles quivering as tension spiraled tighter and tighter. But she didn’t crest over the final hurdle. It simmered so close that tears filled her eyes.

“Tell me, Kash. Tell me what you need.”

Kash sniffled and focused her gaze on the wall with its vibrant paintings. Feeling splayed open, she couldn’t meet his eyes. “I don’t know what I need. I’m vibrating right at the edge, but I can’t fall over.”

She grimaced, her core clenching on emptiness as he pulled his fingers out. “This isn’t over yet, sweetheart. We have all night to get you there.” He kissed the inside of her thigh, slowly, as if he was restarting all over again. Then bit down—enough to make her jolt. The sting of it made her pussy weep afresh.

“How responsive you are, baby. Every lick, every touch makes you wetter.” He licked along the bite mark he gave her.

Her thighs trembled, both with the standing and pleasure.

There was something curious in his tone as he said, “Tell me, how long has it been exactly?”

“Three and a half years,” she murmured past a tight throat.

“Oh, poor baby. No wonder you’re so tightly wound. How dare you abuse yourself like this?”

“What do you mean?” Kash said, her reaction slow amidst the hazy daze of thwarted desire. She was nothing but a twitching, pulsing lump of flesh.

His hands gripped her hips hard, thumbs drawing paths down the folds where hip met thigh, as if he was charting her curves. “You went too long without stopping, took on too much without asking for help. Now, your body’s taking revenge, no?” His laugh this time was pure devilish mocking.

Her jaw clenched but her pulse kicked into overdrive. “I hate it the most when you’re right. Which seems to be a lot.”

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