Page 144 of A King's Oath

“Touch me, don’t do that!” She rebuked. He chuckled, and continued his assault, his fingers skimming, then moving away.

“Samartth! I’ll kill you!”

“Promise?” He rose up to her and his weight settled into her. The bulge in his briefs pushed into her. She thought he would use his hand but he was as unpredictable in this as he had been in life. He took her hands and clasped his fingers with hers, pushingthem off and over her body. His knees dug into the mattress and he moved. One long stroke. She wanted to whimper. He was almost there.

“Some pushing and some more nakedness and…”

“No more nakedness until we are more comfortable,” he cut her off.

“More comfortable? I am joking with you during sex!” She fought, moving up when he moved down, finding that rhythm of their teens.

“You’re joking to hide how shy you are feeling, Ava,” he banged into her, Then slowed his assault. Banged again, then slowed for a few more waves. She was half gone but his words made her snap out.

“Open communication — are you shy or not?”

“Yes,” she murmured.

“Sorry?” He pushed his ear close to her mouth, shoving in so hard that her whole body pushed up the bed. She bit his ear, hard. He laughed. She moved her hips from left to right and his balls came in the line of fire. All that laughter melted.

“I am smashing it out of the stadium now,” she grinned, discovering her own moves. He went in with the one that he had discovered for her and like some perfect symphony of some perfect puzzle pieces, they fit with one another. Until, her spiral looked imminent.

“It’s happened… it’s happening… oohhh… Samarth it’s happening…”

“Let it happen,” he pounded, surprisingly so attuned to what she needed. His thrusts hit home, just where she wanted, and she lost control of herself. All over. But Avantika knew her hips weremoving to stroke him across the right spots and she felt before she heard him lose focus.

“Oh… Ava… shit, can’t help it…” his moves became unhinged and just as she gained back her sense, he lost his, collapsing slowly over her.

Silence.

His slow, deep breaths.

Her own happy pants.

“Open communication — I have come with my fingers but never felt like this.”

“Let me breathe. I’ll say something,” he panted into her hair. She chuckled, letting go of his hands and circling his shoulders. This felt like the most intimate they had been. Even if they hadn’t gone all the way, this was it. This felt likeit. She squeezed him tight.

“Do you realise something?” He asked.

“What?”

“That I haven’t kissed you since we entered this room,” he rose on his forearms and planted his mouth over hers. She opened and his tongue swiped lazily.

“I have to go and clean up but I cannot get myself to move.”

“Don’t move then,” she held him tighter and he turned, taking her along. She could feel the mess between them. Both of them needed cleaning up. But that could wait.

“How was it?” She asked.

He gaped at her in wonderment. A chuckle left his mouth — “You have to ask?”

“Inflate a girl’s ego.”

“Since you are the only girl who has ever seen me like this, I have nothing more to say.”

Her smile turned into a proud, full-blown queenly grin.

“Finish that sentence.”

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