Page 209 of The Circle of Exile
“Just did when you went down,” he tore it open between his teeth and held it out to her. She grabbed it and rolled it on.
“You haven’t been working out but the muscles seem to work just fine, Janab,” she patted his softening biceps when he impaled her. Her whole body fell over him and he held it tight, feeling the snug wrap of her around him. She wasn’t as ready as he had imagined. He began to pull out.
“No!” She circled her hips. “Do this.”
He did. And his way started to ease in. Atharva pulled back, cocked his head to look into her lowered eyes and thrust back in, this time throbbing. It had been so long.
“I don’t think I can last, myani zuv,” his thrusts were already turning maddening.
“Don’t wait, it’s ok, I want it,” she held the back of his head and pulled his face into her breasts. He laved that valley, kissing, suckling, biting his way to the two soft globes. Their lower bodies were frantic. His was, at least, as he went wild. Animalistic. And with a roar silenced between her breaths he came. She didn’t.
And instead of letting her down, Atharva hitched her higher to a loud gasp and without slipping out, began to thrum her with his fingers. Her eyes rolled back. He pushed deeper, adding to the pressure, and used knuckles where she least expected.
“Noooo!” She collapsed over him yet again, coming around him with just as wild an abandon.
Her breathing was heavy, her mouth open on his shoulder, her body slick over his. Atharva finally took her and settled on the single armchair. Their heads were thrown back and the sun and the leaves and the sky and the birds danced for them. A new morning.
He checked, and her mouth was still open. Atharva smiled, gently pushing it shut. She kept panting, looking so satisfied that it made him feel an extra five feet tall.
“You liar, you did not want to talk to me about anything,” she panted, eyes on the mild early morning sky above.
“I did.”
“About what?”
“About how to make this into our secret getaway space?”
Her eyes narrowed. “This is your son’s meal place. And his fun music space.”
“He is allowed here for all of those,” Atharva buried his face into her hair, smelling the saffron now mellowed in sweat. “But his Baba needs to have some fun here too.”
Iram’s body rattled. They laughed. Together. Ten more feet added. His own stature again looked high enough to himself.
“How much did you run today, Janab?”
“I didn’t run much but you were right.”
“I am right about a lot of things.”
“You sound like Begumjaan.”
That got her face to snap right and come to him — “Really?” She grinned.
“You seem to be on a one-way ticket to becoming like her.”
“The way you and Arth eat your weight in sugar, I think I am going to have to become a clone of her — the sugar police of our family.”
“You fed him jaggery just now and you have sneakily replaced a lot of my good stuff with jaggery too. I didn’t care to voice it out lately, doesn’t mean I didn’t notice.”
Her teeth sank into her lower lip. He caught it and pulled that plump flesh out — “Moving my body again in the morning has given me a whole new life.”
“I can see,” she moved her bum over his lap and he grunted. Atharva clamped her thigh in place, pushing his nose into her shoulder. — “I am serious.”
Her grin widened — “See! That’s exactly what I did when I was recovering. All those walks paid off.”
His head pushed back. “It’s day one but I haven’t felt this in-control in a long time.”
Iram wound her arms around him, moving over his lap until she had turned and straddled her legs on either side of him. He ran his hands up her milky thighs, rubbing the ripple of creamy stretch marks as she combed her fingers through his temples.
