Page 78 of Isn't It Obvious?
“Do you want to?” Ravi says into her skin.
“No,” Yael says, still rocking. “No, I want you inside me.”
Ravi nods, urging her off him and down across the bed. He kisses a line from her chest to her navel, hooking his fingers into her panties and dragging them down her legs.
When he presses a teasing kiss to the inside of her thigh, Yael whines. “I want you inside me,” she repeats.
He chuckles, his breath brushing across the most sensitive part of her. “I want to do this for a little while first. Don’t worry, I won’t let you come,” he says. His smile is sly, but he waits for her to nod before he bends to taste her. One of his hands finds her breast, the other holds her hips in place.
“Ravi,” she sighs.
“So fucking good,” he murmurs. Yael doesn’t think she could ever tire of him saying it. What he said yesterday—You taste so fucking good to me. The first time they kissed—I can’t believe you tastethisgood. She believes him. He eats pussy like he means it.
One, then two of his fingers slide in easily, and he lifts his head to look at her. She nods again, and he withdraws his hand, pressing a kiss to one of her hip bones. He sucks his fingers into his mouth as he stands, so casually, like he’s doing it without a thought.
“Condom,” Yael whimpers.
All she can do is watch, breathing heavily, as Ravi removes the last of his clothing, retrieves a packet from the box, tears it open, and rolls it on. He lowers himself over her, easing her legs apart and hooking his arm under one of her knees. “Are you ready for me?” he whispers.
“More than,” Yael whispers back, tilting her chin up to capture his lips with hers.
When she feels that first nudge of him inside, the sound she makes—somewhere between a moan and a sob—disappears into his mouth. He waits there for a moment, until he can feel her impatience, and then he presses further. A slow, agonizing sink in that he kisses and holds her through, until his hips are flush against her and he has to break away for air.
“Yael,” he says, resting his forehead against hers, his breath shaky. “Youfeelso good.”
So do you, she should say. But all that comes out is a tiny hum of assent.
“How do you want me?” He curves his spine to kiss across the tops of her breasts. She doesn’t respond. She’d be hard-pressed to remember her own birthday at the moment. “Yael?”
“I am having trouble thinking right now,” she says. She shifts under him, and he exhales sharply.
Ravi takes a deep breath and nods. He starts to move. He tries thrusting slowly and shallowly at first, and it only makes her more impatient. Then faster, more assured. She feels a mess beneath him, grinding up at him, gripping on to his arms, his back.
“Does this make you feel good?” he asks against her neck.
“Yes,” she says.
He changes the angle of her leg then, and her breath rushes out of her. “This?”
“Everything,” she breathes.
Ravi leaves her nearly empty. Tragically so. And then he pushes in slowly, firmly, deeper than he had before. Again, and a low moan rips from her throat. “There,” he says, like this is what he’s been waiting for.
He keeps moving like that, with her arching to meet him,and bends to suck one of her nipples into his mouth. It’s honestly obliterating. The megaquake the West Coast has been waiting for could be well underway, and Yael would be none the wiser. She feels wild, ravenous.
“Tell me what you need,” Ravi says, voice gruff.
“This,” Yael gasps. “Exactly like this, but I want you behind me.”
Ravi groans, pulling out so that she can roll onto her stomach. Just as she brings her hand between her legs, he pushes into her; a delicious, slow slide.
“God, Ravi,” she whimpers. His torso is mostly flush against her back, all of him pressing her down into the mattress, and that, too, is erotic somehow. She’s afraid to even move her fingers against herself, because she doesn’t want any part of it to be over yet.
It was only minutes ago that she thought they might not work together like this, no? She didn’t know it was possible to be so wrong. “Wrong” isn’t even enough. Her vocabulary is insufficient to describe this.
“Talk to me, Yael,” Ravi says against her ear. “I need to know you’re here with me.”
“It’s perfect,” she says, even though it takes every ounce of her will to focus on forming the words. She can hear the earnestness in Ravi’s voice, and her need to make him feel good is as intense as every other desire vibrating through her. “You’re perfect inside me. The way you move…”
