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“Not long. I checked your flight status before driving over.” He grabbed my bag and loaded it into the trunk before opening the passenger door for me. I scooted in and secured my seatbelt as he made his way to the driver’s seat.

He sat inside and turned towards me. Gently taking my face in his hands, he stared at me like he was memorizing every detail. His fingers caressed my under-eyes, knowing that I had been crying. He pressed his lips to the delicate skin under each one.

I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his lips touching me. His kisses made their way down my cheek and to the corner of my mouth. My breath faltered with anticipation. I longed for his lips on mine. As if sharing the same feeling, he took my mouth.

Our kiss started out slow, as if he wanted to take his time with me. I parted my lips, inviting him inside. Taking advantage of my summons, his tongue invaded me. I kissed him back feverishly, tangling my tongue with his. I felt our souls unite and erase the time that we had been apart.

He broke our union, leaving me panting for air—or maybe just for more of him.

“You’ve been crying,” he said, ignoring the cars honking impatiently around us.

“It’s always hard to leave Mom,” I said.

He shifted gears and pulled away from the curb. “You should have her visit.”

“I think I will.” I smiled.

We drove off into the night, the engine roaring as we went. His hand rested on the gearshift as he drove. I had spent a week away from his touch, and I didn’t want to be away from it anymore. I slid my hand over and linked my fingers with his, my palm on the back of his hand. He turned his hand over and grabbed mine so that our palms were facing each other, fingers intertwined.

Instead of pulling up to my building, we pulled up to a lavish apartment building that looked like a five-star hotel from the outside. Shyam helped me out of the car and grabbed my bag. A valet took the keys and tended to the car.

I followed Shyam into the building, and the doorman greeted us with a courteous smile on his face. “Good evening, Mr. Sethi.”

“Good evening, Henry,” Shyam replied to the bald middle-aged man.

The lobby was gorgeous, with marble floors and huge flower arrangements on pedestal vases around the space.

“Where are we?” I asked.

“My home in the city,” he replied, unaffected by the grandeur around us as he ushered me to the elevator. He was probably accustomed to it, since he saw it often.

We rode the elevator all the way to the penthouse suite.

The space looked like his house—decorated with sleek furniture in masculine tones. A fire roared in the fireplace. Huge windows overlooked the city, providing the most beautiful soft lighting in the background.

Shyam left my bag by the couch and pulled on my hand firmly, leading me into the bedroom. The walls were dark and only a small bedside lamp illuminated the room.

As soon as we were inside, his hands grasped either side of my face and pulled me to him for a scorching kiss. He massaged my tongue with his, using slow, meaningful strokes. My hands moved to his chest, clutching his shirt.

He undressed me, lifting my sweatshirt over my head and pulling my jeggings down to free my legs. I kicked off my shoes to make it easier to step out of my pants.

I lifted his shirt up and he helped me pull it off. I worked on his jeans, discarding them onto the floor in the growing heap of clothes. He pulled off his boxers, revealing his fat cock. My eyes dilated in arousal. I removed my bra and panties, leaving myself fully naked in front of the tanned god before me.

Shyam stared at me with a look of hunger that I had never seen before. He backed me up until the backs of my knees hit the bed. Pushing us onto the mattress, he lay over me and rested his hardness on my belly. Precum wet my skin on contact. We kissed until we needed to catch our breaths.

Warm, wet lips skimmed down my neck. I felt his tongue lick at my skin as they ventured lower. He palmed my tits—squeezing them, rubbing them. His teeth found my nipple and clamped down onto it, causing sparks of pain and pleasure to radiate through my chest and down to my pussy.

I hooked my legs around his back and pressed my pelvis up, begging him to enter me. This time, he didn’t make me wait.

He separated my pussy lips with his fingers and shoved himself into me. “Fuck. I missed this,” he grunted as he pushed himself all the way in, hitting my cervix. He wanted his dick to touch all of me. He pumped into me, propping himself up with his palms grasping my tits.

His strokes were slower than usual, causing him to have more contact with my walls than when we had fucked hard and fast in the past. This wasn’t fucking. This was something else.

I felt myself teetering on my edge. He leaned in closer to me, with his mouth hovering just above my lips. Our breaths blew onto each other’s faces. I dug my fingers into his hair and pulled his mouth over mine, kissing him as I gripped his dick with my pussy.

I felt my muscles bear down on his shaft. Orgasm hit me, causing moans to rip from my throat. “Babe,” I shouted as I came harder than I ever had before.

The fire in his eyes burned bright hearing the endearment that had slipped out of my mouth. I’d thought it would scare him off, but instead, he pumped harder into me. His body shook as he exploded inside me, spilling his warm cum into my slit. He groaned as he filled me until our juices leaked down my ass.

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