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The back of Amishi’s neck tingled, and she knew right
away that she was being watched. She felt the burning gaze of whoever
watched her, and it left a peculiar impression deep in the pit of her
stoKuntalh. Every bone in her body pressed for her to run inside her home
and shut the door, and yet at the same time she wondered who was studying
her so closely. If it was someone intending on hurting her, there were
enough lights in the gated community where she lived that it wouldn't go
unnoticed. And with that reasoning, her curious side won out. She couldn't
help the stiffening of her spine as she inserted the key into her
apartment lock, paused, and turned to look. The sun had set about an hour
ago, but there were lampposts lit inside of her complex. Her gaze moved
from a woman and man with their children, to a couple lingering outside an
apartment door, and then to four teenagers lounging on the chairs by the
pool. Nothing strange there from what she could tell, and no one appeared
to be fixated on her either. She turned to her left, surprised when her
gaze collided with a 100 percent prime male specimen.
On the same floor she lived on, just two doors down from her own
residence, she found the source of her distraction. There was no shock
factor in the way he watched her, nor was she frightened. Not even a tiny
bit afraid. In fact, if she had to give a name to what she was feeling,
she would say she was utmost pleased to be the sole focus of this
particular man's attention. And what an excellent man he was, her
outrageously sexy, motorcycle-riding, muscled neighbor Mr Kuntal Patel.
Funny she should think of him as hers, but she couldn't help the thought.
She sure as hell wasn't going to fantasize about him and think of him as
another woman's. She didn't know much of him, just that he lived close to
her, and the few times he had greeted her briefly, she'd caught glances of
his badge. Other than small talk they'd shared, there had never been a
perfect opportunity for them to get together and really delve into the
spark of connection she had felt with him. And she could almost bet one
year's worth of her salary that he felt the same way about her. The way he
was watching her now, as if he wouldn't mind backing her up into her
apartment and fucking her, made her want to go up to him and say something
inviting. But what if he turned her down? There was still a small chance
of that, and truly, she would be crushed that he, a dark Greek god in the
flesh, didn't see her in the sexy “I want to fuck you” way she thought he
did. His dark, straight hair reached his shoulders, and his eyes were
gray, the color a complete contrast to his tanned skin.
His bottom lip was slightly larger than the upper, and he sported a
goatee, which she happened to love. He wore a black sleeveless tee that
showed off his lean muscles, and the denim jeans enhanced his bad-boy
appeal. “Good evening, Amishi. Hope the day has treated you well.” The
rest of the day, not to mention the two weeks she took off as vacation,
would be perfect if she just dared to invite him in. Sweat moistened her
brow, and she fought the urge to wipe her hand over it. The summer heat
was dreadful today, thick and muggy. She had a vision of relieving the
heat with a cold shower, and more importantly, Kuntal fucking her against
the wall as the water cooled their skin. The problem would be how to make
that vision come true. “It's been good. Tomorrow is the first day of my
vacation, and I'm looking forward to it. How was your day?” “Fine. A day
with no arrests on my end, or else I would still be at the precinct
filling out paperwork.” “Well, I'm glad you're not stuck at work on a
night like this.
”Please, please, please let him make the first move.“ Actually, I'm on my
way to pick up some files at the precinct so I can at least get some work
done at home. You have a great night.” Why did it feel that her heart was
breaking in half at those words? The logical part of her brain knew he
could have brought his files home when he had left the precinct, and that
meant he used it as an excuse to get away from her. It was as if he
dismissed her because he had something better to do. It was truly silly
feeling such a thing, when she didn't know him in a personal way that
should cause such heartbreak. “Thank you.” She mumbled the words and
turned away from him, not wanting him to see the tiny hurt that was
probably visible in her gaze. She swallowed against a ball of emotion
lodged in her throat. She opened the door and entered her home, miserable
at the thought of spending another night alone without satisfying any of
her cravings. Add the fact that her twoweek summer vacation began
officially two hours ago with no plans because she was trying to cut back
on spending, and she was doubly depressed. What the hell was she going to
do for fourteen days? Go nuts, probably. “I'm on my way to pick up some
files at the precinct.” Damn! He could've done way better than that. And
why the hell didn't he tell her he was on his way out to grab a bite to
eat? Or even invite her to the precinct's annual Independence Day
fireworks party, even though he didn't have plans to attend? That would've
been ten times better than the dumb-ass excuse he had made up and a
perfect opportunity to invite her out and get to know her better.
Kuntal felt like banging his head against the concrete in frustration. He
could've at least asked her to his place for drinks, so they could talk.
Any reason to spend time with her would've been better than fantasizing
about how much he wanted to be with her. Instead, he'd taken the easy way
out, fearing that even if he did ask her on a date, she would turn him
down. Why would a sexy woman like that be interested in a handsome, rugged
man like him? Shit! He preferred his sex hard and a little rough. He
wasn't too sure Amishi would like the feel of his hands on what appeared
to be very enticing, smooth flesh. Lame. That's exactly what he was, and
being in his late thirties, you'd think he wouldn't get tongue-tied at the
sight of a gorgeous woman. He hungered for her, and she made him harden
instantly. Her brown hair reached her waist, and he had wondered one too
many times how the strands would feel against his skin. Her lips were
full, and her eyes a beautiful shade of brown. Her body enticed him, and
he imagined often what she would look like naked. He would've done better
if he had followed her inside, backed against her apartment door, and
rubbed his body against hers, arousing her before he tasted her sweet
lips. That was his number one fantasy, starring her. He felt like an idiot
for not making a move. His cock had lengthened as their gazes had
collided. Perhaps she had felt him watching her and had become curious, or
she even felt the same about him. That would be hoping for too much, but
it would be heaven if it turned out that way. He had also detected a hint
of vulnerability in her tone of voice as she responded to him. Kuntal
swore silently, his gaze on the door she had just closed. His muscles
tightened in anticipation. She was on vacation, which made it the perfect
time to go ahead with his plan.
Soon, he'd make his move, and he hoped to hell Amishi would accept him.
Two days later, and it was just as she had initially thought. Amishi did
feel miserable and lonely. Her air-conditioning had managed to cool her
skin, but there was a fire raging deep within her. She hadn't been able to
get Kuntal out of her mind. Could he be the answer to all her dreams? She
had never believed in love at first sight. And maybe this was lust at
first sight. But that didn't deter her from wanting to fuck him, plain and
simple. She could only blame herself. It sucked that it could've been
easily remedied if she'd just been brave enough to invite Kuntal in. If
she were only more vivacious and secure about what she wanted, she could
have gone after him, and that decision could have led to the best night of
her life, and who knew, maybe even something more. Instead, here she sat
on her leather love seat, a full pint of Ben & Jerry's chocolatechip
cookie dough ice cream in her stoKuntalh, still feeling dejected. She
hated that emotion with a passion because it only opened the doors to more
sadness, but as much as she tried not to think about him, she couldn't.
She had dialed Aashita’s number wanting to be cheered up, but she
should've known that as flamboyant as her best friend was, she would
recommend that Amishi jump on Kuntal and take what she needed from him.
Still, she was the only person who understood Amishi and what she needed
from a man. “I've had a horrid day, Aashita.
I just passed up the chance to invite my neighbor in for some drinks, all
because I was too scared. He claimed he was headed to work to pick up some
files, but I caught him staring at me. It was weird and the perfect
opportunity at the same time, and I blew it by not asking him into my
apartment flat out.” “I'm sure there will be another opportunity. You'll
be ready for it the next time it happens.” “Not likely. I don't believe he
feels the same way about me as I do about him.” “You'll never know unless
you try, Amishi.” “Maybe. But I can't even concentrate on making a move,
even though he's all I think about lately. Well, that and the fact that
Amishi had misplaced her RED JOURNAL, the one where she used to jot down
all her affairs, like the one with her boss in Baroda, her Housekeeper
Suresh’s Sex Lust, and many more. “ I've searched everywhere for it, and
nothing.” It had been a huge mistake to toss it into her purse, figuring
she could write in it during her lunch hour from work. In the spring and
summer seasons, she tended to eat across the street at a park and feed the
birds. The moment she had realized it was gone, she had searched
everywhere in a fit of panic, including the park, her workplace, and every
block in between her home and job. But nothing had surfaced. “The book
thing is scary. Isn't that the same book you write in every day? The same
hot fantasies and sex experiences you have had with all those young guys,
you've told me about?” Amishi felt like crying.
Besides Aashita, her journal had been the one outlet into which she could
pour her emotions and the desires she had held within her for years. It
seemed like she'd lost her best friend, and feeling that way for a book
was silly, even stupid, but that's how she felt. “It is. Would it be silly
to go to the cops about it?” She closed her eyes in frustration. That was
probably the most idiotic thing she had ever asked anyone. She could just
picture what the police would think of her if she showed up at their
precinct to report a missing diary. “I don't think it would be top on
their list of things to look for, honey. Cheer up. It could still show up.
Your vacation has already started, and you should have come over tonight.
We could have gone out and celebrated. Better yet, do you know what you
need?” Aashita asked. Hearing her friend's voice reminded Amishi that she
wasn't alone. Amishi knew exactly what she needed but still asked the
dreadful question anyway in hopes of pacifying Aashita, even though there
was no appeasing her when she got an idea in her head. “What?” “To get
laid. Your neighbor probably won't be gone all night. Why don't you just
walk over to that hot man's apartment and invite him back to your place?
Wait! I have an even better idea. As soon as he opens the door, you step
inside and proceed to show him how much you want him.
If he doesn't know what to do from that point on, then he's hopeless.”
Amishi laughed. “That's all I need right now: more rejection. You know
perfectly well I'm not going through with that plan. But let's just say I
did. What if he slammed the door in my face? What if he thought I was
nuts?” “You're insane. You naked is any man's dream. I wish I were blessed
with the body you have, instead of a fat body like mine. You just need
some courage to go after what you want. I still can't believe you don't
see what's in plain sight.” Aashita was right, but her words still didn't
give Amishi the confidence she needed. “You're nowhere near fat. I don't
ever want to hear you talk that way again.” “Yeah, yeah. Getting back to
you. Think about it. It's the perfect way to get his attention.” “I'll
think about it, Aashita. Revealing to a man what I truly want in bed is
frightening. I don't want to be let down. I could just picture Kuntal
running from me, instead of to me.” “Stop being so scared. Go for it.
There's still an equal chance he can run to you. Amishi, you can't live
your life alone forever. You have to go after what you want.” It was so
simple to hear the words, but to act on them was another matter entirely.
“I'll think about it.” Amishi sighed. “I'm heading to bed. Tomorrow will
be the start of a new day, and hopefully I can put everything into
perspective then.” “Give me a call sometime tomorrow. Take care.” “I will.
Bye.” Amishi's alarm rung loud, disturbing her from sleep. She stretched
her arm to stop the sound but found she couldn't move. Panic threatened to
overwhelm her, but she squashed it down.
She tried to open her eyes, but something held them closed. Someone was in
the room with her. She felt their presence—their body heat. She struggled
against the bonds, pulling at the ties that bound her. Her muscles
tightened, and she gave the ties a hard yank, but still nothing. The alarm
stopped its annoying ringing, and she realized that she had to remain
calm. She wasn't going to free herself on her own, so she was at her
captor's total mercy. Her throat closed in terror, and she had to force
herself to breathe to calm her rattled nerves. Freaking out wasn't in her
character. Thinking with a level head was, and it was important she
remembered that. “It would be easier on you if you remained still.” His
tone was strong and deep. She was sure she'd heard his voice before. And
did that mean he knew her? Still, what if his intention was to kill her?
Was he going to torture her first? Was that why she was tied up? Her heart
felt like it was pounding two hundred beats per minute, and she couldn't
stop shaking.
Amishi inhaled deeply, trying to calm the questions running rampant
through her brain and the nervousness threatening to take over all
rational thoughts. “Who are you? What do you want? You can have anything
you want. Please…just don't hurt me.” “I'm not here to harm you,” the man
replied. “Think about it. If I were, you would probably be dead by now. As
odd as this may sound, you can trust me. I want to make all of your dreams
come true, Amishi.” How in the hell does he know my name? Was he
delusional? Trust a complete stranger? Was the concept even possible? She
supposed anything was, but trusting him would make her absolutely insane.
“You're asking me to trust you? You break into my home, tie me to my bed,
and you're asking me to trust you?” Even her words were coming out shaky
now. She took a deep breath. “How do you know my name?” “Because we aren't
strangers. I must admit to reading your diary. I have read all of your
thoughts and secret fantasies. And I can only hope your words were true.
But if they weren't, I will untie you now and walk out of your life for
good.” So now the pieces were beginning to fit. She was now 100 percent
sure where her lost journal had ended up. In the hands of this man, a
stranger for the most part, at least for now. She silently acknowledged
that deep in the pit of her stoKuntalh she felt uneasy, vulnerable at the
fact that he knew her most private secrets, yet she didn't even know who
he was. That posed a huge problem.
She didn't trust easily, and to trust a stranger would be a crazy thing to
do. She had started writing in her private book a year ago, and it had
been filled with dreams, hopes for her future, and carnal cravings.
Through her words, she had tried to find acceptance within herself, and
she was crushed that the journal she held sacred had been lost. And now
she knew that this man had picked it up and read every secret seduction
she craved. He had broken into her apartment and been able to catch her
unaware, binding her and depriving her of sight, two things that she had
fantasized about. Was she upset that he had delved into her fantasies? She
probably should be. Some would even say that being angry would be the
logical thing to feel—well, that and fear. But what was done was done. No
one could change the past. She could only hope a sane man had read it and
that she wasn't dealing with a madman. He hadn't killed her yet. That
alone was a huge plus in her favor. What if she asked him to untie her?
Did she really believe that he would, or was it a ploy so he could get her
to trust him? “Who are you?” “I'm still thinking about whether or not I
should tell you who I am,” the smooth voice murmured. “I don't know if
introductions would be wise as of yet. But rest assured, you are safe with
me.” It was pretty easy detecting the yearning she heard in his voice. She
had to admit it excited her to be in this position, adrenaline pumping
through her veins, lust heating her body, anticipation heightening her
need. Perhaps Aashita was right.
Maybe she needed to seize the moment and just follow her cravings instead
of allowing her fear and doubts to rule her. But she still needed to be
careful and levelheaded about this. “How do you expect me to trust you,
then, if you won't even tell me your name?” She had no intentions of
making his plan easy. Even though there was more than one emotion surging
through her, to simply lie back and allow this man to do whatever it is he
intended went against her basic nature. She tugged the bonds once more
with all her strength, and though they weren't tied tight, she still
wasn't able to release herself. She had never submitted or surrendered to
anyone in her life. She was used to being in control of every aspect in
her life. Though she wrote about how much she hungered for fantasies just
like this, it was completely new to her, and she couldn't help the ball of
nervousness that caused her body to tremble slightly. Just how far was
would she go with this man? “Amishi, as hard as it is, try and think this
through rationally. I know I'm asking for a lot. But I would never harm
you in any way.” She was terrified, nervous, and turned on all at once.
Getting control of her emotions was hard. But was she truly insane for
considering this? Did that make her a freak? Or did that make her as crazy
as her captor? It didn't really matter what anyone else thought. What
mattered was now, the present, and what was happening in her bedroom—and
how far it would go. According to him, it was her choice.
But could she trust that? Could she trust him? She struggled against the
rope bonds that held her immobile, and to her surprise, the thrashing
movement instantly made her wet. Or was it the fact that he had bound her,
made her feel helpless, and she found that idea desirable? She had
imagined this exact scenario over and over again, to be forcefully taken,
bound and helpless, forced to accept the pleasure from a man strong enough
to take the dominating lead. And she had written exactly that and more in
her private book. Either way, she suspected he would soon find out she was
aroused, her pussy soft and slick, her clit pounding with hunger, and her
nipples tight, pressed against the fabric of her short silk nightgown. If
he was looking for detailed signs on what aroused her, looking at her
pussy and breasts would be the first two places to watch and touch. And
secretly, she hoped to hell he would touch soon. Even though she knew her
efforts would be futile, she gave the bonds one more hard pull. The ties
didn't budge, not even one inch. Her arms were tied to the headboard, and
her legs were spread apart, attached to the footboard of her bed with a
little slack on each end. She now had to trust her other senses because of
the covering over her eyes, and that in itself was a hard thing to do,
since she preferred to be a hands-on, seeing kind of gal.
“It would be easier on you, if you released me now.” She made sure her
words were steady, and that no hint of arousal was in her voice, but she
wouldn't fool herself into thinking that this man would back off and
release her. She had written a similar scenario in her journal. In her
words, she had been bound just like this, and her captor had been a
stranger. But she still never imagined that her naughty visions would ever
come true. Considering his proposition probably made her a candidate for
an asylum. But still, deep down, she was a bit excited. He seemed to be a
man worthy of her attention and strong enough to know what she needed
sexually. By the sound of his voice and the way he spoke, he was strong
and sure of himself, which was a good thing. Because it would take a
strong man to lead her. She was also pretty sure that if he had been a
psychopath, the rape and torture would have begun already. She was going
to go through with this planned seduction of his. To hell with anyone
else's preconceived notion of what was acceptable; she wanted this. She
was thirty years old and at a healthy age to confront her cravings. She
accepted her fantasies, knew they were a part of her, even though she had
yet to find the courage to act them out. Not that she had any hand in
orchestrating this one, but she was still intrigued. Who was it who knew
she wanted this? And should she put her trust and well-being in a
stranger's hands? One thing was certain. She would be rational about this.
Because this opportunity wouldn't come again, and letting it slip between
her fingers would be a mistake. Still, she wasn't just going to lie back
and take it.
She certainly wanted to throw this man off-kilter and see, or in this
case, hear, how he would struggle to remain on course with his seduction.
And that's the way she saw it: a kinky, skillful, planned seduction. His
fingers traced the inside of her leg. She hitched a breath, savoring the
feel of his hand. His skin felt rough, like he was used to working in the
outdoors, a trait she loved in a man. It showed that he was a hard worker
and didn't mind getting down and dirty. His hand crept closer to her
pussy, stopping when he was a mere few inches away. “This is exactly what
you wanted? To be tied down and taken? Have you ever found a man strong
enough to lead you?” No! But I might just have hit the jackpot with you.
His last question aroused her, but she wouldn't answer it yet. He may know
what she physically needed, but she couldn't allow her heart to become
involved. Admitting that he could be the man of her dreams would be
dangerous. It was way too early for that. She swallowed tightly. Her
nipples beaded, her arousal sending waves of desire through her. “I've
wanted this for a long time. But I would need to know who you are before
we can even proceed.” She weighed the pluses and negatives. He obviously
knew who she was. So he needed to give her his name so she would be able
to put her trust in his hands. As electrifying as this was, she needed to
be logical about it. “Smart girl.” She smiled. So he appreciated a woman
with brains. “Your voice sounds familiar to me, but I can't quite pinpoint
where I've heard it before. Are you going to make me wait any longer? Tell
me your name, and then we can proceed from there.” Chapter Two Breaking
into her home, not knowing if she was alone, was probably at the top of
his “Stupidest Thing He'd Ever Done” list, but he couldn't wait any
longer.
He hated to admit that desperation brought him to this point. But the
simple, truthful fact was that he wanted her. If he didn't tell her who he
was, she wouldn't be able to trust him. And he wanted to reassure her that
he wouldn't harm her in anyway, physically or emotionally. He also
recognized her need to know, so she could in some part have control over
what was going to happen. Contrary to what he read about her abandoning
all power, he believed she still needed a portion of it. “Once I do tell
you who I am, you would then have to be absolutely sure this is what you
want. Do not decide quickly. Take as long as you need to think this
through, and you are allowed to ask me any questions. I will answer
truthfully. I don't want there to be any regrets between us, now or
later.” “Okay.” She whispered the word and moistened her lips with her
tongue. He didn't realize how nervous he was until this moment. The
decision was completely in her hands. But he had already decided that even
if she did tell him to back down, he would pursue her another way. “Mr
Kuntal Patel, at your service.” She gasped, her lips parting open. “My
sexy neighbor?” He smiled at the surprise he heard in her voice, and that
she knew exactly who he was and that it meant something. “The one and
only. So you think I'm sexy?” She remained silent, and that scared the
shit out of him. Was she having second thoughts now that she knew who he
was? He had never felt this anxious before. “I must admit to a few things
first.” “What is it?” “At the risk of sounding like a stalker, I've been
watching you for a while now.” He had even gone as far as to watch her
from afar a few nights to make sure she had no one serious in her life.
He took joy in watching that no one had picked her up to escort her on any
dates, observing just a few female friends visiting her home. His actions
might have bordered on stalking, but he needed to be absolutely sure that
she had no man in her life. “I wanted to make sure that you weren't
involved with anyone.” “What would have happened if there had been someone
in my life?” Even if she did have a lover, it probably wouldn't have
stopped him from going after her. He would have just gone a different
route, wooing her at a leisurely pace, until she realized he was the one
for her. “I would have simply showed you that I was the better man.” “You
sound absolutely confident that you are.” “I can back it up anytime,
Amishi.” God, but she was a sexy woman. She had definitely caught more
than his eye, with her dark, long hair, the strands reaching down her
back. Her smooth skin always appeared radiant, and he would find himself
ensnared in her honey-colored eyes whenever she caught a glimpse of him,
murmuring her greeting. Her trim body, which she covered in fitted dresses
and suits, stimulated him, and he just wanted to fall to his knees, taking
time to explore her slowly. She was a treasure, one he imagined he
couldn't rush or wouldn't get enough of. Kuntal removed his shirt,
unbuttoned the top of his jeans, and readjusted his hard cock.
He didn't want to take his pants off yet, because they served as a
barrier, a protection from himself and from ravishing her on the spot. And
he could use help in that area. Because he was tempted to start sucking on
her toes and work his way up slowly till he brought her to ecstasy with
his mouth alone. He climbed on the bed and positioned himself between her
legs. She wore a short black silk nightgown to bed, and it was a very
delectable choice on her part. Her legs were spread wide, so he caught a
perfect view of her black panties. He licked his lips, inhaling deeply;
her scent filled the room. He just couldn't wait to get to her cunt, lift
her hips to his mouth, and eat at her soft pussy. By a stroke of luck, he
had found her journal on the steps leading out of the gated community
where they both resided. But there had been no outward information as to
who the book belong to, and he had been forced to open it, to see if there
had been any information about the owner inside. He needed her to know him
better and to realize that though he was giving life to her fantasies,
there would still be more to them after this. So, the first step would be
getting to know each other. “So you have no questions to ask me? Nothing
you want to know or are curious of?” “Are you single?” In the position she
was in, it was more than a fair question. “Yes, I am. I wouldn't be doing
this if I was involved with anyone.” And he hoped that in time, she could
absolutely trust that he was the type of man who would honor the woman he
was with. “Where did you find my journal? I've been looking everywhere for
it.” “On the steps by the entry gate.
I do have to say that you've accomplished what no woman ever has. You left
me tongue-tied.” He laughed. “Nervous like a schoolboy, and I found myself
studying you visually but never able to get the guts to ask you on a
date.” “You? Tongue-tied? I don't believe it.” “It's all true. I was
afraid of rejection. Not that it would've stopped me, if I ever did get
the balls to ask. Wait. Not if, but when. If you had said no, I'm sure I
would've worn you down eventually with my pleading.” She snorted. “Spoken
like a true gentleman. So Kuntal, what's your next step in all of this?”
This time her voice gave away nothing, but he bet if he touched her, her
body would. The idea held more than a sensual appeal, and he couldn't stop
himself from reaching out to her. “Isn't that obvious, Amishi?” He pushed
his finger against the silk that covered her cunt. She was hot, her heat
seeping through the fabric. She arched her hips toward the digit, and he
rubbed her panties against her slick, steamy clit. A moan erupted from her
throat. Her underwear was soaked with her cream, and he had to fight back
the strong need to fall to his knees and drink her in. The thought of
tasting her caused his balls to tighten, his cock to lengthen even
farther. “I'm going to bring life to your dreams. There's one particular
naughty fantasy I want to act out with you. This is what you want, without
a doubt?” “Yes.” She hissed the word through her teeth, her breath coming
out in a soft pant.
“This is exactly what I want. And if you have intentions of stopping, I'll
kill you.” He laughed. She was a pure vision, her body shifting along with
his hand, dancing to the pleasure his finger provided. She wanted him just
as much as he wanted her. His cock jerked in his pants, the thick vein
along the underside throbbing heavily. “No regrets.” She whispered the two
words. And with the release of his breath, Kuntal hadn't realized how
desperate he'd been to hear her acceptance. “Then let us proceed.” He
pulled his hand back. “Please.” She pleaded so prettily, her full bottom
lip forming a sexy pout. His hand flew to the opening of his jeans. With a
will made out of steel, he forced himself to stop. Christ! He almost gave
in to her, and as soon as he released his dick, he wouldn't have been able
to stop. He would've had his cock in her in seconds. No woman had ever
made him lose his control like she did, and he couldn't decide if that was
a good thing or a dangerous one. “No need to beg, Amishi. I'll soon be
doing exactly that. Pleasing you.” But first, he wanted to able to look
into her eyes while he pleasured her. Though he'd read in her journal that
she wanted to be deprived of sight, he couldn't permit himself to proceed
with that step. If he wanted her to fully trust him, then allowing her to
see every step would move them toward that direction. Plus, he wanted to
see it all in her gaze, the desire she felt, the bliss he was giving her
as he thrust his cock into her deep. He climbed down from the bed, took a
few steps forward, and gently removed the scarf that was tied around her
head. She opened her eyes, blinked twice, then smiled. “Let's get this
started.” Chapter Three Amishi couldn't help but stare at Kuntal, eating
every detail up with her eyes.
He reminded her of a panther, an animal with sleek, powerful strength,
assessing her before it made its move. His muscles were tight as if
waiting to pounce. Comparing this man to a beautiful creature was no
hardship. But she found Kuntal to be even more handsome than any other
living thing. In the past, she had caught him watching her a few times. It
didn't disturb her that he appeared so engrossed. Instead, she found
herself wondering what was running through his mind, what he was thinking
at that exact moment. She had been more than turned on by the sure way he
carried himself and the power he seemed to possess. She wanted to explore
that and so much more. In the past, they had shared minimal conversation,
and she had never been brave enough to confront him. But now that he made
the first move, she wouldn't give in to any doubts, fears, or worries
swirling in her head. She pushed the thoughts down and forced herself to
concentrate on him. He had to be the sexiest man alive. In her eyes, he
would always get that number one distinction. He wore his black hair
loose, and she couldn't wait to feel the strands against her skin. His
gray eyes were fixed on her as she took in his nose, slightly crooked and
a bit too long, but somehow a perfect fit for his face. His lips were
faultless: not too thin, not too full. She dropped her gaze to his exposed
chest. His flesh was smooth, and the muscles defining his strength were
clearly visible. She dropped her eyes lower to his rippled stoKuntalh, and
then the unbuttoned part of his jeans, where a hint of the top of his cock
showed through. God, he was sexy. She wanted to lick him everywhere.
He was the man she wanted to experience everything with. How odd that the
realization would fully hit her now, when he was almost naked. But she
wouldn't question how fate worked. Her gaze remained glued to his penis,
her mouth watering at the sight that heated her blood. If she weren't
tied, she would've probably gone to her knees and slowly paid homage to
his large cock with her mouth and tongue. And by the impression his shaft
left on his jeans, Amishi would have no complaints in the size department.
Kuntal removed his pants, and she swallowed hard. The head of his cock was
dark, smooth, and she caught a glimpse of the side of his penis, where a
vein ran along the top and ended right before the tip. It was simply
beautiful, and she was satisfied in some sense by just watching him. He
climbed onto the bed and straddled her, his knees on either side of her
breasts, and she gasped. He placed his cock inches from her mouth, the
head barely kissing her lips as he reached for the two pillows that were
tossed to the side. He tucked his hand underneath her, wrapped it around
her neck, and gently lifted, placing the pillows behind her head. The
movement shifted his dick to the side, and now it brushed her cheek. It
definitely gave her a better angle for what he obviously had planned.
“Suck my cock, Amishi. And make sure you do it well, or you'll suffer in
your lust all night long.” Her desire went up another notch at his order,
and she definitely wanted to please him. She was already to the near point
of begging him to take her, and she had no plans to endure her arousal
with no pleasure in sight. She opened her mouth as he reached for her hair
and plunged his fingers within the strands. He tightened his grip but
remained still, watching her. She couldn't break her gaze from his, and it
made the act more intimate, which was fine by her. She already knew she
wouldn't be able to have just one night of him. She just hoped he felt the
same way. And if he didn't, she'd deal with that heartbreak later. She
flicked her tongue around his cockhead, capturing a pearly drop of precum
that had seeped through the slit. He tasted deliciously masculine, his
scent rich and musky, reaching within her and surrounding her body with
heat. She lifted her head and pushed more of him into her mouth, then ran
her tongue on the vein. He tightened his hand in her hair, causing tingles
along her scalp. His cock pulsed, and he pressed more of his shaft into
her. That's what she wanted, for him to take control because his lust
overpowered his senses. She would reap gratification from the act. She
relaxed her throat and took the rest of his cock in. The head reached the
back of her mouth, causing her to gag, but she counteracted with
swallowing, and it was a bit easier to take him. Giving head had always
been a reciprocal service for her; if her lover had done it to her, then
he'd receive it back, but it was more out of duty than anything else. It
didn't feel that way with Kuntal. Nothing about him could even compare to
what she had felt with her previous lovers. She wanted to share everything
with him, explore every sexual fantasy, spending days in bed.
The fact that it was a bit soon to be thinking about the future with him
unnerved her. And even as she tried again and again to push it away from
her mind, it would reappear. But as the saying went, it was what it was.
And she couldn't argue with how she felt. “Fuck, Amishi.” He growled the
words, sounding more beast than man. She loved it, took immense joy in
knowing that she could make him this way. And he was now losing what
little control he possessed, handing her a small amount of power, which
she would remember and cherish. Perfect. She had always dreamed it would
be this way. She moaned as he fucked her mouth with his cock in true
abandonment. The tip of his shaft reached the opening of her throat before
he withdrew and started all over again. She continued to tighten her mouth
around him, alternating between licks and sucking. She lost herself in the
scent and taste of him, his male aroma reaching her womb, spiking her
arousal high.
His focus on the way she sucked him thrilled her as he continued to thrust
deeply into her mouth, and she still couldn't bear to shift her gaze from
his. “Amishi!” She saw his body tighten, felt his cock flex once more, and
then a burst of his seed shot into the back of her throat. Amishi
swallowed his cum, the taste of his essence rich and slightly sweet. She
could easily picture herself on her knees—while he was sitting down at his
desk, even—bringing him to ecstasy with just her mouth, every day. In her
opinion, it would be no hardship. She continued to lick him even as his
cock softened. He shifted his body, moving up, and her attention was on to
his sac. She ran her tongue along his balls, enveloping one between her
lips. He pulled her head back and released her hair. She moved her head,
taking the tip of his shaft into her mouth. She felt hot, her arousal high
and strong, heating her body from the inside out. “Enough.” Kuntal swung
his leg over her and climbed off the bed. Chapter Four He was in trouble.
Trouble in the sense that he was hooked on her, and he knew with every
fiber of his being that no one except her would be able to satisfy him
ever again. The thought was a cliKuntaltic moment for him, and he wished
he had the time to let it really sink in. But all he could do was
concentrate on how lovely she looked. There was an innocence about her in
the way she lost herself while bringing him to the most astounding
pleasure he'd ever experienced. She was more than good, and just like
that, he was addicted to her. The future without her would be a bleak one.
He reached down and rubbed at the corner of her lip where she missed a
drop of semen. The sight of her brought a fierce primitive need within
him, leaving a desire to shout that she was his to the world. The
knowledge that he would never find anyone like her raced through his
brain. And the intense attraction scared him because he suspected that he
was experiencing what love at first sight truly meant.
But he'd never been one to back down or run from anything. And he wouldn't
start now. Controlling the lust heating his body was probably the hardest
thing he ever had to do. Managing it, harnessing it, was a huge problem,
but he wouldn't be deterred. Acting like a wild beast in front of her
wasn't an option. Kuntal intended to make this the best morning of
Amishi's life. And from there, he silently hoped they would continue, in
the days to come, their exploration of each other—not only physically but
mentally too. His feelings unnerved him, but he wasn't letting her go.
“And now for the next step.” He reached for the black bag that held the
sex toys he had purchased. He unzipped it, delving inside for lube, an
anal plug, nipple clamps, and a pair of scissors. “There are steps you're
following?” Her voice was husky, filled with desire. He lifted his gaze as
he placed the bag on the corner of the bed and retrieved the items. “There
are actually, and your journal is my guide. I've paid very close attention
to your details.” A snort erupted from her lips. “Well, the first step was
more than enjoyable.” He laughed. “Isn't that supposed to be my line?”
“The giver can find as much enjoyment in the act as the receiver. If you
touch between my legs, you would know I'm correct. I almost came from
enjoying you. But I'm very interested to see what you have planned next.
I'm sure your steps will astound me. You have my full attention and my
permission to proceed.” This time he held his laughter back. She was truly
a delight, a mixture of smart sassiness one second and haughtiness in
another. And that was another thing he found endearing about her.
Kuntal placed the sex toys on the bed by her feet and climbed back onto
the mattress. He grabbed the scissors and began to cut her nightgown from
the hem up. He pulled the fabric from her skin so the blade was far enough
from her enticing flesh. “What are you doing?” She breathed the words out,
and he noticed how she held her breath. He hoped it was in anticipation or
lust. Though fear sometimes heightened the sex, it was the last thing he
wanted her to feel. “Making sure there is nothing in our way.” He grinned.
He couldn't wait to taste her. The fabric fell away, revealing a
remarkably seductive body. He cut her panties next, and as he pulled the
underwear away, tossing it to the floor, he found he couldn't remove his
gaze from her hairless pussy. He'd never seen a more beautiful sight,
slick and rosy from desire, the folds glistening with her cream. To lick
and suck her for the next hour would be heaven. He put the scissors on the
nightstand beside the bed. He wanted nothing in his way when he imprinted
her perfect body in his memory forever. He sat back on his calves, and his
gaze fell on her breasts. They were round, her nipples a light shade of
brown, the tips tight with desire. He reached out, helpless to stop the
yearning to touch her. He traced his finger around the tip of her breast.
If he bent and brought his mouth close to taste her, he'd go all the way
and sink his cock deep inside of her. Kuntal pulled his hand back, then
dropped his gaze to her stoKuntalh and flared hips. She was perfect as she
was, all velvety-smooth skin that any man would love to explore. Not just
any man. Him—only him. His desire for her was intense, and he was coming
more to terms with it each minute that passed. “What are you waiting for?”
She squirmed, tightening the muscles in her abdomen. He hoped it wasn't in
nervousness. “Patience has its rewards.” He lifted his gaze to hers and
smiled. He'd never been this aroused before, this totally focused on one
woman. He placed his palm on the inside of her thigh. He felt her heat
inches from his fingers, and he couldn't help it when he began to crawl
closer to her pussy. The tips of his fingers grazed her pussy, and he
groaned as he touched her slick, hot wetness. “You're ready for me.” “Of
course I am.”
She moaned as she lifted her hips in an attempt to get closer to him. “It
seems like I've been dreaming about this exact scenario for always.” And
the reality was proving to be a hundred times better than the fantasies he
had, since he'd found her journal. He pulled his hand back from her. “Lift
your hips.” She did so without question, and he hoped it was because of
the desire he'd seen in her gaze, felt in her trembling body. Taking a
pillow from the side, Kuntal slid it under hips. She lowered herself down,
and the new position raised her higher and closer to him. He reached for
the lube, uncapping it and coating his index and middle finger thickly.
She licked her lips. “What is your next step?” “Making sure your ass is
stretched as wide as possible for my cock.” She gasped. He stilled his
hand, unsure if the sound that erupted from her lips was of consent or
hesitation. “Are you opposed to the idea? If you'd like me to stop or take
it a little slower, I will. Is this a first for you?” Damn! Perhaps, he
should've asked her those questions before he made his move. Even so, he
sure as hell hoped she wouldn't say no. He wanted to give her all the
fantasies she had written out and then some. “Yes… I mean—” She took a
deep breath, then released it slowly. “What I meant to say was, yes, it is
my first time, and no, I'm not against the idea.” A hot wave of lust ran
through him at her words, and he withheld himself from rutting with her
like a ravaging beast, even though that's exactly how he felt at this
moment. He pushed his index finger into her ass, thrusting the lubed digit
in and out. Her hips arched from the bed, and she moaned. “It's cold.”
“You'll be warm soon enough.” He continued to move his finger in a slow
pace, stretching her. It slipped in, and she clenched her muscles around
him. He almost came on the spot at the thought of his cock pushing into
her tightness. Minutes passed before he felt her relax and her hips begin
to move. “How does it feel?” “Too good.” He pressed his middle finger in,
inch by inch, and waited a few moments until she became accustomed to the
new size. She gasped, and he began to move. She was aroused, her breath
coming out in pants, her nipples tight, and her cream flowing from her
pussy down to his fingers. Hell, he could come from watching her alone,
and it made him even hotter.
“You're so hot, Amishi. It's taking all of my strength not to sink my cock
into you right now. The way your ass grips my finger so tightly, I could
just come from that alone.” She whimpered, “Do it. Sink your cock deep
into me.” He wanted to, more than anything. But there was one important
question he needed an answer to, and it couldn't wait. “I'm hanging on by
a thread here. But there's one more thing I need to know. Are you
protected, Amishi?” “Protected?” She whispered the word. “Yes. On any type
of birth control?” He hoped to hell she was, and at the same time found it
unnerving that he would even consider fucking her without protection.
“Yes. On the Pill. I trust you, Kuntal.” And he was glad she did. It meant
so much to him. He closed his eyes momentarily, silently hoping his
self-control would win over the raging lust running deep within him. He'd
never gone in without a condom before. He was careful with his partners,
always insisting that protection be used. His balls drew up tight against
the base of his throbbing dick at the thought of entering her pussy bare.
A gush of her sweet, hot juices spilled to his hand, and he groaned,
fighting back the need to take her. What would it feel like to be
enveloped by her slick, hot pussy, flesh against flesh? He reached for the
plug, which was less thick, and about three inches shorter than his own
length, and circled the tip into the opening of her ass. He noticed when
the muscles in her thighs tightened. “Don't fight it, Amishi. It will be
so much better if you give in and savor the pleasure.” He pushed the plug
in as her anal muscles instinctively pressed against the plastic cock
seeking entrance. But he was relentless and he continued forward slowly,
until the top passed the sphincter, and not stopping until it was all the
way in her snug, hot ass. “Kuntal!” She screamed out his name as more of
her hot juices spilled on his hand. The sweet scent of her filled the
room, and he inhaled, taking her aroma deep within him. He wanted to put
his mouth on her pussy and suck all her cream up so the taste of her would
be with him always. And she deserved a reward for being so obedient, so
trustworthy.
He crawled between her spread legs and lay down. He brought his mouth to
her hairless mound, staring in awe at the glistening folds of her sweet
pussy. The color of her clitoris was a tempting dark shade of red. “You've
been so good, Amishi…so trusting.” He pursed his lips and blew a puff of
air on her rosy clit. “Please, Kuntal.” He wasn't going to wait any
longer. He held out long enough for the both of them. “Pleasing you,
honey, is my number one priority.” And with those words, he placed his
lips on her. Chapter Five She moaned his name as she lifted her hips,
trying to get closer to his seductive mouth. The pillows under her head
lifted her high enough for a perfect view, and she couldn't remove her
gaze from his. He was perfect and determined to see to her gratification.
There were no flaws in his technique, nothing that could make her believe
he wasn't her physical match. She tried to remember a time when she had
felt such a strong desire before with her exes, and none came to mind. Her
past sexual experiences couldn't compare to the pleasure she was feeling
now. He ran his tongue over her wet labia, then pushed it into her pussy.
He fucked her with his mouth, taking his time with her, until the pleasure
boiled to the point where she thought she'd explode from it. Not being
able to touch him was the hard part, because she was forced to focus on
him completely. She was afraid he would become an obsession to her, and
that was a dangerous thought because she still didn't know what would
happen after tonight. She was achy, needy, and she didn't know how long
she could survive his heavenly torture. He pressed his mouth tighter to
her, then ran his tongue over her clit, flicking it back and forth. She
clenched her stoKuntalh as the heat in her womb began to spread. She could
feel her orgasm just inches away. She whimpered, and it was as if he knew
what she was asking for when he pressed his tongue even harder against her
clit. Her whole body tightened.
“Kuntal!” Stars burst behind her closed eyes as the pleasure momentarily
stole her breath. She exploded as her leg muscles flexed, and she arched
closer to him, her orgasm leaving her breathless and shaking. She should
be embarrassed that she had come within minutes, something no man in her
past had ever achieved. But now that she had a taste of what Kuntal could
offer her, she wanted more of him. She felt him move away from her as she
heaved in a few breaths, and she opened her eyes. “That was incredible.”
It was more than incredible, and as corny as it sounded in her mind, it
was as if their souls had bonded at the precious moment when she reached
her pinnacle. But she wasn't ready to tell him that yet. The color of his
eyes was a shade darker than earlier. “I could eat you for days, Amishi.
You taste sweet, like candy.” And the thought of Kuntal bringing her
ecstasy with just his mouth, over and over again, sent a shiver of desire
throughout her body. Her womb fluttered, and she craved him…all of him.
She needed to feel his cock inside of her. “Fuck me, Kuntal. Give me all
of it.” He covered her with his body, and she felt the head of his cock at
the entrance of her pussy. She found herself tilting her hips upward,
hoping he'd thrust into her deep and hard, on the verge of begging him to
do so. “Amishi.” Her name came out like a growl as he pushed into her, not
stopping till it felt like the top of his dick had hit her womb. She held
her breath, briefly closing her eyes, cherishing the way he fit her so
perfectly, and savored the moment. She wrapped her hands around the bonds
that held her, needing something to hold on to. It wasn't just her body
and the physical feelings she needed to get a grasp on. It was the
emotions that pounded through her with every beat of her heart. Kuntal was
different than any other man she had attempted sex with in a bid to feed
her evergrowing hunger. He paid attention to what she had written down in
her journal, and had not only acted out part of what she wanted, but he
gave her so much more than just bodily contact. He gave her hope that
happiness wasn't impossible like she had previously believed. She
tightened her pussy around his cock.
He growled, plunging into her deeper, withdrawing slowly before repeating
it over again. The sexual act was supersensitized with the plug still
inserted in her, and she never felt so deliciously full in her life. She
lost herself in the scent of him, and the way he mastered her body as if
he had known her longer than tonight. The air conditioner didn't help to
cool her ardor, nor the glistening sheen that coated her body. Nothing
could quench the fire within her. There was only one person who could do
that, and she counted herself lucky that he was right where she needed
him. Kuntal bent his head and brushed his lips against hers. She opened
her mouth, slipping her tongue between his lips as she writhed in pleasure
beneath him. Too many sensations assaulted her at once; the hard, slick
muscles of his body pressed against her own, the way he pushed his cock
into her drenched pussy, and the fact that he sucked on her tongue like he
couldn't get enough of her were just a few. He broke the kiss, and they
both were panting hard. “You're so tight, Amishi, so hot.” He bent his
head and took her beaded nipple between his teeth, biting down lightly as
he flicked his tongue back and forth. It sent tingles of delight
throughout her body, causing her clit to throb. No one had ever made her
this hot and aroused before. She was trying her best to savor the way he
loved her, to prolong the pleasure as long as possible. But the way he
licked at her breast as he continued to thrust in and out brought her to
the very edge of bliss. The heat was explosive, coming from deep within
her. He thrust, faster, harder, his thick shaft pushing her to the brink
of ecstasy. She arched her hips, meeting his every move, wanting to get
even closer. She wished that her hands were free, so she could hold him.
She exploded, her pussy clamping down, holding his rigid cock inside of
her as she screamed his name. “Kuntal!” She closed her eyes as the air
left her lungs. He pushed his dick deep within as his fingers dug into her
hips. His cock throbbed once, and he growled what sounded like her name
before spilling his seed inside of her.
Chapter Six Kuntal scooted to the bottom of the bed and untied the bonds
at her ankles. He moved back up and reached for the ties at her wrists. He
removed them, then rubbed the skin, taking time to make sure he hadn't
harmed her by binding her. He moved farther down and lay beside her,
placing his hand on her stoKuntalh. “Are you okay?” She looked like a
goddess, her hair spread on the pillow, tempting him beyond reason. She
laid her hand on top of his. “I feel excellent. That was incredible.”
“You're incredible, Amishi. I've never felt that way with anyone before.”
She blushed, the heat deepening the color in her cheeks. “I understand
what you mean. So, what's next?” He moved his hand and laid it between her
breasts, feeling her heart beating steadily. Her skin was soft and smooth,
and he found it extra hard to stay still. But he would not be rushed. He'd
take his time, even in the conversations he had with her. He wanted to
learn everything from her and had every intention of doing so. “In a hurry
already to get to the next step? Do you have anywhere else to be?”
“Technically, this is my summer vacation. It began three days ago, and
I've still yet to plan what I'll be doing for the next two weeks. So the
answer to your question would be no, I'm not in any hurry. The question
was more out of curiosity as to what you've planned for us.” “Curiosity
keeps the suspense heightened, but I'm nowhere near finished with what's
going on between us. Do you need to use the bathroom?” “Yes. What about
the plug?” “I'll ease it out. Then we can shower and grab a bite to eat.
Let's go.” They both rose from the bed at the same time, and he followed
her. Her bathroom appeared to be the same size as the one in his
apartment, and that meant it had plenty of space for the both of them. The
room smelled of her, the scent of lilacs mixed with spring. It aroused him
further, anticipation and hunger causing a heat to spread within him. He
stepped to the side, and after pulling back the shower curtain, he turned
the water on to a warm level.
“Lift your leg on the toilet.” She did as he requested, and he aligned his
body with hers, his front to her back. He wrapped his arm around her
waist, spreading his fingers against her abdomen. With his other hand, he
reached for the plug. “Take a deep breath, Amishi, and then release it
slowly.” “Okay.” She inhaled, and he began to pull the plug out as she
exhaled. He stepped away from her, taking it to the sink to wash it
quickly, and then placed it on a shelf above the toilet to dry. He grabbed
her by the waist, guiding her into the tub. He followed and watched as she
closed her eyes and stepped under the spray. He reached for the liquid
soap. He squeezed the bottle, putting an excessive amount in his hands as
she poked her head out from the water. “You are beautiful.” She truly was,
inside and out. It seemed surreal to him, and he couldn't believe how
lucky he was to have found her and her diary. She was a treasure, one he
wanted to cherish. She smiled, displaying two even rows of white teeth.
“I'm happy you think so.” He began to wash her from the neck down, slowly
passing her breasts, her stoKuntalh, until he reached her pussy. She
automatically widened her legs, and he began to clean her softly. “Are you
tender down here?” She gasped as he dipped a finger into her opening. He
pulled out, then began a light rub against her clit, using his thumb to
massage her outer creamy folds. His balls were tight, his cock painfully
hard. His reaction to her amazed him and, at the same time, humbled him.
But he wouldn't analyze that now because in the next second he was going
to be inside her. His skin felt tight, his blood hot, his heart pounding
fast and hard, and he realized he was on the verge of coming, just by
touching her alone. “No, I'm fine.” “Good.” And that was all he could say
at the moment, because he dipped his arms in the water, washing the soap
off, and wrapped his hands around her waist. “Wrap your legs around me.”
She did, squeezing him with her inner thighs, brushing her lips against
his neck as she waited for his next command.
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She was breathless and exhilarated at the same time. He made her feel so
many things, and she found it was hard to keep her emotions in check. But
she managed, just barely. The desperation for what only he could give her
overwhelmed her, but not to the point where she wanted him to stop. She
shivered in anticipation, tightening her legs around him even harder. She
circled her arms around his neck as he aligned his cock against her pussy.
She lifted her gaze to his and licked her lips. “Fuck me.” He had told her
he wanted time to explore, but at this moment, that wasn't what she
needed. She wanted it hard, fast, wanted his cock to assuage the hunger
within her. Her heated lust consumed her inside and out, and she found
herself once again on the verge of begging him. “Don't worry about hurting
me. I can take whatever you dish out.” She wasn't breakable, and she
trusted him. She needed him, pounding his cock inside of her until she
came. “You are fucking hot.” He whispered the words into her ear, his
voice low and harsh. She heard the need in his voice, and she hoped he
heard it as well in hers. But she couldn't reply, too caught up in the
sexual ecstasy. He growled as she dug her nails into the flesh at his
shoulders. He plunged, thrusting his rigid dick deep inside, dominating
her with that first push. He didn't allow her body any time to adjust to
him, and that was fine with her. Her wet pussy spasmed and clutched his
shaft tightly. He was heaven and hell at the same time, and she loved it.
He flexed his hips, pounding into her. The bathroom wall behind her was as
hard and unyielding as he was. She grabbed his hair, tugging on the
strands as she sucked at his neck. His scent reached deep within her, and
she wanted to mark him so that others would know he was taken. She
recognized it as an animalistic response, but it was exactly how she felt.
She released his skin and writhed beneath him as drops of water ran down
their bodies. She reached up and cupped her breast, offering it to him. He
caught on quickly, bending his head and capturing a tight nipple between
his lips. He licked and sucked, until she was tossing her head, aroused at
the heated pleasure his mouth caused. He moved his hands to her ass, never
slowing down on his thrusts as he spread her cheeks and the tip of his
finger circled her opening. He pushed the digit in, and she bit at his
shoulder as electricity spread from the pit of her stoKuntalh to her
pussy. She closed her eyes, focused completely on the bliss they shared.
He would have marks tomorrow from the biting, but she couldn't care less.
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His cock drove into her mercilessly, and he couldn't seem to make himself
slow down even if he'd wanted to. She brought him to the brink of ecstasy,
and he stayed hard for her simply because he couldn't get enough of her.
He had almost come when she'd sucked his neck, probably marking him. She
clung to him, the muscles of her legs tight, enveloping him as he
continued to fuck her. His cock throbbed in warning, an arrow of heat
shooting down his back just as she shouted his name. “Kuntal!” The juices
of her pussy coated his cock as she spasmed around him, and he continued
to thrust through her orgasm, her whimpers and moans urging him on. His
balls were tight, ready to explode as he pounded his cock into her. This
was what he craved, the powerful dominant to his submissive, his body in
tune with hers in a way that left them both hungry for more, reaching for
the ecstasy they could give to one another. He felt every wave of her
spasms around his shaft, her body soft, submitting to him. Fire traveled
down his spine, and it seemed to momentarily curl inside his balls,
waiting to erupt. For a brief moment, white spots appeared before his
gaze, but he shook his head and blinked his eyes, the action clearing his
vision. He gritted his teeth as he pushed his dick inside as deep as he
could go. When it felt like the head of his cock had reached her womb, he
groaned her name out loud, his cum shooting from him in a powerful, hot
stream. She was his, now and forever. All he had to do was tell her.
Chapter Seven After the sex in the shower, Kuntal had washed her tenderly,
rinsing and drying her in the same manner. Amishi had put on a pair of
shorts and a tank, and he had taken it upon himself to brush her hair. She
had to admit feeling vulnerable at that precise moment as she found him
staring at her in her bedroom mirror. She had forced herself to look
elsewhere, hoping that he didn't see any of the obvious feelings she had
for him, neither in her gaze nor her face. But she didn't think she would
have a problem telling him what she wanted sexually. He had more than
proved himself that he cared about her in that department. If she were
rating her past orgasms, this had to be the best as of yet. He truly did
know her body and what pleased her. Her muscles felt deliciously languid
as she now sat and watched him prepare sandwiches from the cold cuts that
were in her fridge. He was shirtless, barefoot, clad only in jeans, and
she found pleasure in watching him move. She was comfortable in his
presence, and it was no hardship imagining them together like this on a
day-to-day basis. She pushed her plate away and drank half her lemonade
before setting the cup down.
She raised her gaze and found him watching her. “Why are you staring?” She
cringed inwardly. The way he stared at her made her feel exposed, but she
hadn't meant to ask the question out loud. It sounded somewhat rude. “I'm
trying to figure you out. You seem hesitant of what you want.” “Hesitant?
I would think that the journal you've read wouldn't describe me as such.
It's pretty straightforward.” She watched as he popped the last bit of
sandwich into his mouth. He picked up his glass, and drank the liquid
quickly. “I'm not talking about the words you've put on paper regarding
your fantasies.” He shoved his plate to the side. “I hope I don't offend
you in any way, and if I may be so forward to say, you sound unsure when
it comes to men, or at least me.” He was right. “What makes you say that?”
“There are a few times that I've caught you watching me, and it seemed as
if you were on the verge of telling me something important, but you've
held back. Why?” Oh God! It was as if he could read the emotions on her
face. She couldn't speak, fearful of what she would say. She tried to
gather her thoughts. “I could say the same about you.” “That isn't an
answer.” “It's one you'll get for now.” He rose to his feet, moved his
chair next to hers, and sat down, turning his body toward her. She could
feel the heat of his flesh as if it were reaching out to her, and arousal
whipped through her insides. “What do you look for in a man?” That was a
question she could answer. “Many things. A man filled with kindness but
strong at the same time. A man who wouldn't be afraid of the things I
would need. A man who would push me when I needed the push, and who would
comfort me when my emotions get the best of me. And that's just a few of
the things I would need. Satisfied?” “Not by a long shot, Amishi. Why
write your fantasies in a book?” She narrowed her eyes and debated
answering. It wasn't because she didn't trust him. But was it too soon to
open up to him? Still, they needed to get to know each other, and she
supposed this would be the perfect time to start. “From an analytical
point of view, I guess I used it as an outlet to pour my feelings into. My
dating experience has been okay. But when the men I've dated find out
exactly how far I want to go in the sex department, they politely offer a
ridiculous excuse to break up.” His eyes seemed to blaze at her response.
The muscles in his arms tightened as he fisted his hands. “They're
complete and utter fools.” His voice was hard, without emotion. Was it
jealousy she heard in his tone? She wouldn't mind if it was, because it
meant that he wanted more than just one night.
“Nevertheless, Kuntal, that is why my fantasies have been written in my
journal. I have given up hope of finding a man who could satisfy me, not
just in bed but in every aspect.” She threw the last line at him, making
sure there was no emotion in her voice. Or at least she hoped there
wasn't. She was curious as to how he would handle her opening. She hoped
it would lead him to state some sort of commitment or promise of a future.
“Well, you found one.” That's it? That's all he was going to say? “For
now.” She realized she was pushing a little and forced herself to hold
back. He reached over and pushed up the strap of her tank top, which had
fallen over her shoulder. “There is one more thing I would need
clarification on.” He passed his hand over her breast, causing her nipple
to tighten, before pulling back. She clenched her stoKuntalh, and she
smiled as a warm tingling sensation spread throughout her womb. There was
no question that he could turn her on with just a simple touch. “Just
one?” “For now.” He laughed, repeating her words. “I read the passage in
your diary about a threesome. Was that something you would ever consider,
truly?” “If you didn't know it yet, every fantasy written I would at least
try once.” And she honestly would. She may have slight problems in
conveying her feelings, but when it came to sex with him, that would be
the least of her worries. “How am I supposed to find out what I like if I
don't allow myself to personally discover what I've written?” He shoved
the chair back and rose. “That's all I needed to know.”
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He hadn't meant to press her. But he desperately wanted her to open up. He
could feel that there was more than a heated attraction between them, and
he wasn't going to give up on finding out exactly what it was. Hell! Even
he could admit he was halfway to falling in love with her completely. And
though he wanted to tell her that, he feared it was way too soon. The last
thing he wanted was her running from him. He wrapped an arm around her
waist and the other under her knees, then lifted her from the chair. She
wrapped her arms around his neck. “What are you doing?” His cock throbbed
at the sound of her voice. Her tone was breathless, her gaze filled with
arousal. He walked to her bedroom and placed her on her feet. “Continuing
what I started. I'm going to fuck you, nice and slow. But first, I want a
taste of something forbidden.” He went to his knees and dragged her shorts
down. She stepped out of them. “Want to take a guess what I'm talking
about, Amishi?” She licked her lips. “You're going to fuck my ass.” He
placed a hand on her waist, steadying her, and lifted her leg, placing it
on his shoulder. “Sweetness, that's exactly what I'm going to do.” But
first he had to taste her. He dropped his gaze and stared at her pussy,
slick and hot with her essence. He put his lips on her, lapping at her
juices. She tasted wonderful, like sweet honey, and he inhaled, taking her
scent deep within. He was hungry for her, and he wanted to possess her in
every which way. She was perfect for him, completely soft and submissive
to what they both desired. She put one hand in his hair, and one on his
shoulder, her nails digging into both, causing his cock to jerk against
his jeans as the muscles on her thighs tightened. “Kuntal!” He loved the
way she said his name just when she was about to come. He licked at her
clit, then sucked it between his lips. He ran his tongue against the
folds, drinking the cream that spilled from her. He took his time, licking
every crevice before returning his attention to her hard, throbbing clit.
Her breaths came out in pants, and he could feel her muscles tightening in
readiness. She tugged on his hair as he thrust his tongue into her pussy,
then ran it over her clitoris, and she clamped her thighs around his head.
Her juices spilled, and he drank every drop up, running his tongue over
her labia and clitoris again and again. He wanted to spend an eternity
bringing her to pleasure, but until she decided that he was what she
wanted, they only had a few hours left to be together. He hoped to hell
this wasn't his last time with her, because he'd use everything in his
power to not lose her.
He plunged his tongue into her snug pussy, his dick jerking at the contact
as her body began to shiver. He continued to love her with his mouth, and
her legs began to shake. “Stop.” She dropped her leg and took a step back.
He rose to his feet. “Stop?” He would if she asked, but he didn't think
that's what she meant. “It's too much.” “What's too much, Amishi?” “The
pleasure.” He walked over to her nightstand and reached for the lubricant
he had bought for this occasion. He was going to fill her with his seed in
all her openings, so she would always remember that he possessed her, not
only physically but emotionally as well. “You'll learn soon enough that
the pleasure can never be too much.”
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The orgasm only left her hungry for more. He put her on the bed, and she
sank back into the mattress, yearning for more of him. Was it possible
that someone could die from an overload of desire? And it was a carnal
desire that shook her to the very core. She felt decadent, well loved, and
she was becoming attached to him in the most elemental way. As crazy as it
sounded, in just few hours, he had found his way into her heart and had
become irreplaceable. She wasn't as fearful of the idea as she was hours
ago. In fact, she was becoming more accustomed to it, and she sure as hell
hoped he felt the same way when she was ready to reveal her feelings to
him. He stripped off his jeans, kicking them somewhere behind him. His
shaft was viciously hard, the head dark with arousal. He reached for a
pillow. “Raise your ass.” She did, and he placed the pillow under her
hips. “Spread your legs open, Amishi.” She watched as he applied lubricant
on his cock and then his finger as his gaze remained riveted to her
hairless mound. He reached out and stroked her clit with his thumb,
circling it, before trailing his index finger to her ass. He pushed the
digit in, surging in and out, spreading the lube. Her body shook in lust,
and she had to bite her lip to keep from shouting and pleading for him to
fuck her. “Kuntal!” Her hips shot off the bed, but he continued to push
the digit in and out, adding a second one. She couldn't help but move,
loving the burn that spread through her body. She was on the verge of
coming, just seconds away as she rode his hand. He withdrew, and she
moaned. But she felt when his broad cock was at her opening. Her gaze
remained on him as he began to push in slowly. “Relax, Amishi. It'll be
easier on you.” She did as he asked, and he worked his shaft in by inches.
Each time he pushed, she breathed in deeply, then released.
The pain/pleasure wound her insides tight. She kept taking shallow
breaths, praying at the same time that her body could take all of him.
“You're so fucking tight. I'm all the way in.” She felt full as pulses of
pleasure ran through her body. The throbbing pain was dismal compared to
the sexual rapture she was feeling. He gave her one moment to get a hold
on the tumultuous emotions pounding through her, and then he began to move
in steady, deep strokes. He dominated her with his sexual movements; her
body could do nothing but be pliant and ready for him. He pushed his cock
in and out. Electricity raced through her, causing her body to quiver. He
reached below and brushed her clit with his thumb. He began to rub it in a
circular motion, and her insides felt like they were melting in pleasure.
She lost her breath, felt hot inside and out, and struggled to hold her
orgasm back, her body bucking at the way he thrust into her. She arched
her hips and wrapped her legs around his waist, seeking a deeper
connection. “You're so fucking hot, Amishi. It's taking all I have to hold
back.” She knew exactly how he felt. He was in tune with her body, knowing
how shallow and fast he should go, but she wanted him to lose control.
“Don't, Kuntal. Give me all of it.” “Amishi.” He groaned and plunged his
cock faster. Sweat coated their skin, the muscles in his arms and chest
were bunched tight, and her nipples were tight buds of arousal. And it
seemed he knew exactly what to do to set her off. He stroked her clitoris
faster, and she burst, screaming his name. A streak of fire ran from her
ass to her pussy, the force of it swallowing her alive, sending her into a
place where she could only feel him, inside and out. Nothing existed, and
for this special moment, there were no worries or doubts on whether they
would continue seeing each other. Only their connection was what mattered
the most, in this instant, and all she could do was surrender to the
ecstasy. Chapter Eight Amishi opened her eyes and then blinked at the
bright sunlight spilling from the curtains.
She automatically reached over to her left, surprised to feel the bed
still warm but empty. She didn't hear any movement or water running in her
bathroom. Was he in the kitchen? Or did he leave without so much as a
good-bye? Where could he have gone? Her heart felt like it was breaking
into pieces as worries flooded her mind. She turned her head, her gaze
settling on the folded piece of paper on top of the pillow, and
surprisingly, her journal. She supposed the sensible thing was for him to
return it, but she was still in shock to find it on her bed. She honestly
hadn't given any real thought to the return of her diary since he appeared
in her bedroom. Her fingers brushed the book, but she grabbed the letter
instead. She clutched it to her heart, afraid for a few seconds to read
the note, and even more scared that reading it would mean the end. Where
could he be? And would the letter contain some sort of awful explanation,
breaking off their relationship even before it started? Did they even have
a chance? Were they just a one-night stand? She never had one, and the
idea made her even more nervous. The questions running through her mind
sickened her. But they wouldn't stop her from opening it up. She shook her
head, sat up, and opened the letter. She was through living her life in
fear. She didn't regret what happened last night. But what if he did, and
where would that leave her? Her gaze dropped to the scripted words.
Amishi, Today's a new day, and with that comes great expectations on my
behalf. Though our time together has been short, I do want to continue
seeing you. It's more than that. I want to wake up with you next to me
every day. I want to be able to give you a foot massage when you come home
from work. I want to be able to cook meals for you and fill the bathtub
with soap and rose petals, so you can relax while I make sure you have
everything you need. Your pleasure would always come before my own, and
even then seeing your enjoyment would bring me contentment. But the last
thing I want to do is push myself on you. I do want you to know where I
stand, though.
Yesterday was a fantasy—a delicious one, but nevertheless a dream we
explored. I would like to continue traveling this road with you, and I
would love to explore the feelings I have for you and watch them grow. But
it's important that you know I don't want to force you into anything more.
Not once did we exactly speak about the future. And now I'm laying it all
on the line. You need to be absolutely sure that I'm what you want in your
life. Anything else, we can handle. Take as long as you need. Kuntal
Stupid man! Now he states what he explicitly wants, and on damn paper too.
Amishi squashed down the silly urge to cry. Why hadn't he confronted her
with his feelings and doubts? It would have been simpler if he had opened
up to her, instead of leaving a letter that would probably force him to
think about his insecurities all day. If he had revealed what he wanted,
she would have shown him with words and her body that it was exactly what
she too was looking for. Last night turned out to be more than she had
been expecting, more than she could have ever hoped for. But it proved he
was the one for her. And now that she found a man who could satisfy the
wild urges in her, she wasn't going to give him up—not for anything in the
world. This time she would try her best not to give in to her doubts. She
was going to go after what she wanted—what she needed. And that was him.
Amishi slid off the bed and walked to her dresser. Opening the drawer, she
pulled out a white thong and matching bra before heading to the shower.
With a seductive outfit and equally sexy underwear, she was going to go
hunting for her man.
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An hour later, and she was at his precinct, nerves twisting her insides
into knots. She probably should have waited until Kuntal arrived home
tonight, and then met him at his apartment. Instead, she had impulsively
traveled to his workplace, and now thoughts of not entering filled her
head. You've trusted him this far, Amishi. Don't ruin it now by running.
She repeated the words and over in her head. She found herself on the
verge of running. But she was stronger than that, and this time she would
keep the promise she made to herself. It hadn't been too hard to find
where he worked. She had first tried his apartment, but no answer. After a
few phone calls to local precincts, she had finally hit pay dirt on the
third one. Would his workplace be secure enough to confront their
feelings? What if he wasn't alone? What the hell was she going to do then?
She mentally shoved her own insecurities away and opened the door to the
station. Entering, she headed straight for the middle-aged lady in uniform
behind the information desk. “Hi, I'm wondering if you could help me. I'm
looking for Mr Kuntal Patel.” “I'll see if he's in his office. And you
are?” “Tell him Amishi's here to see him.” She watched as the woman picked
up the phone and repeated the words she had just told her. “He'll see you.
He's in room three-oh-four. When you get to the corner, take a right, and
his office is the last one.” Her palms were sweaty, so she just nodded her
head. “Thank you.” She made her way through the officers walking about,
some with a sense of urgency, others slowly making their own way through.
She stopped in front of 304, and thankfully the door was closed. It gave
her a couple of much-needed seconds to compose herself, though she didn't
think it would help. Her heart was pounding, and there was no way she
could make it slow down. She needed to stop acting like she was facing a
death sentence and instead start acting like she was going after what she
truly wanted. She knocked. “Come in.” His voice came through loud and
sinfully sexy. She turned the knob and opened the door. She saw him
immediately, sitting behind his desk, which was in the center of the room.
She stepped in and kicked the door closed with the heel of her shoe as she
noticed another man in the room. He was sitting on one of the chairs that
were opposite the desk, so she couldn't make out any of his features.
Kuntal rose to his feet and walked toward her. “Amishi.” She licked her
suddenly dry lips and turned away from the other man. “Kuntal.” “This is a
delightful surprise. Are you okay?” He spoke the words softly as his gaze
traveled from her face down to the fitted black dress she wore. She forced
herself to relax and concentrate on his handsome face. His brows were
creased in worry, and his lips were pressed into a thin line.
But it seemed to add to his harsh Kuntalho look, and it reminded her that
it was one of the reasons why she had found him so attractive in the first
place. “I'm fine. I'm actually here about the note. If you have a few
minutes, there are some things we need to discuss.” “I'll always make time
for you.” She was suddenly distracted as the second man in the room rose.
“Let me introduce you to my partner, Harshal Gandhi. Harshal, this is
Amishi.” Amishi watched as Harshal walked over to her, then stood beside
Kuntal and extended his hand. She shook it, and it was much larger than
her own. His strength was evident in the sure way he held her and in the
roughness of his flesh. He was a handsome man, tall and lean, his facial
features strong, his straight blond hair to his shoulders, and black eyes
that felt like he was looking into her very soul. “It's nice to meet you,
Harshal.” His penetrating gaze swept from her toes to the top of her head,
and for a second she felt vulnerable, almost as if he wanted to ravish her
on the spot. She withdrew her hand as she felt the red heat of a blush
spread from her neck to her face. She turned to Kuntal. “I'll only take a
few seconds of your time.” “And that'll be my cue to leave,” Harshal said.
“Pleasure meeting you, Amishi. I'm sure the next time we meet it will be
under a different kind of urgency. I'll call you later, Kuntal, and you
can let me know if we're still on.” Next time they met it would be under a
different kind of urgency? What did that mean? He gave her no chance to
reply as he opened the door and walked out, closing the door behind him.
“Your partner is a tad odd.” Kuntal laughed. “You'll get to know him
better and realize he's harmless.” She shook her head, forcing all
thoughts of Harshal away. “I wanted to speak to you about the note.” “I—”
She reached up and pressed her fingers against his lips, cutting his words
off. “I want to get this out before I lose my nerve. We didn't actually
have a chance to speak yesterday. Not that I'm complaining, but I want to
make it clear to you that I more than want what we have to continue,
Kuntal. It's more than a physical attachment to you. As cheesy as it may
sound, I feel a deeper connection, as if we're soul mates. I want us to be
together, and I sincerely believe that what I found with you in just a few
short hours, I wouldn't find with anyone else. I'm willing to try to make
us work, Kuntal.”
She removed her fingers from his lips. Kuntal wrapped his arms around her
waist and pulled her against him. “I meant every word I said in the
letter, Amishi. And it isn't because I read your journal. I've desired you
ever since I first laid eyes on you, but I honestly hadn't expected to
feel so much for you so soon. But I'm not running from it. I'm here for as
long as you need me.” He took her mouth in a heated kiss and slid his
tongue against hers. Her stoKuntalh did a flip as she felt his hard cock
pressed against her abdomen. She was hot and aroused and could easily
picture herself taking his cock into her mouth. He was the first to pull
back. “Why don't I come over tonight, and we can do dinner, talk, maybe
watch a movie together? I'll be off around five, and I'll pick up some
Chinese food along the way.” She smiled, her stoKuntalh now filled with
nervous butterflies at the thought of being alone again with him. “That
sounds great.” Chapter Nine Kuntal took a swallow of his Corona and
watched as Amishi made her way to the ladies' restroom along with Aashita.
He couldn't remove his gaze from her enticing, luscious body as she
walked, her hips swaying from side to side. Whether she did it consciously
or not, it still turned him on. This was the fourth month into their
relationship, and Kuntal could honestly say he couldn't be happier. They'd
spent the past several weeks getting to know each other. He'd taken her
out on dinner and movie dates, walks in the park, motorcycle rides away
from the city, or they'd enjoy each other at his or her apartment. It
didn't matter where he slept as long as he was with her. She wasn't
wearing a bra, and his cock throbbed happily at the reminder. She was
dressed in a white sundress, and he had wondered what she wore underneath
since he picked her up at her place an hour ago. She'd caught him staring
at her a few times in the restaurant, and she'd blushed, her delicious
rosy nipples growing hard, pressing against the fabric of her dress. And
that was when she had leaned over and whispered into his ear that she only
wore a thong underneath. He was tempted to pull the straps of her dress
down and suck her breasts until she came from that alone. “Are you sure
about tonight, bro?” Harshal asked, reaching for his beer. “You seem
possessive of Amishi.
Not that I can blame you. I can tell she means a lot to you, and I'll
understand if you want to back down. I can't say I wouldn't be
disappointed, since she is one beautiful woman, but the decision is all up
to you.” Kuntal turned, focusing on Harshal. “It's what she wants. I can
admit I'm overprotective of her, but seeing her happy is my number one
priority. I'm more than confident in our relationship, and as you know,
there is nothing more erotic than seeing a woman pleasured by two men.”
Kuntal and Amishi had continued trying out some of the scenes in her
journal. Each journey with her had been amazing, from sex on a bench at
night, to doing it on the roof of their apartment building, to having her
soft, pouty lips wrapped around his cock at work while she sucked him from
underneath his desk as he sat on his chair. The office door had been
locked, but that hadn't lessened the excitement factor. Yet the times they
had stayed at home, loving each other until the early hours of morning,
had also been an adventure. It seemed that the sexual side of their
relationship became hotter and hotter with each day that passed. But he
was emotionally attached to her as well. He couldn't imagine life without
her. She made him realize that he hadn't been a whole man until she had
arrived. She had captured his heart, and he wanted to spend the rest of
his life making her happy. “We're on, then,” Harshal replied. “I'll leave
here an hour after you do. That should give you enough time to drop
Aashita off at home and get everything ready.” Kuntal nodded. Tonight was
the perfect time to let Amishi know exactly how he felt about her.
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Amishi entered her apartment and headed straight for the shower. Kuntal
was back at his place and had requested that she get ready for tonight. It
was still early, only nine, and out of curiosity she had asked what his
plan was. He sent her off with a kiss to her lips, but he wouldn't give
her any details, just an order to slip into something more comfortable,
and that he would arrive at her apartment in about fifteen minutes. She
decided on a quick shower, though, because of the smell of cigarettes at
the restaurant that had seeped into her skin. Amishi took off the dress,
shoes, and made her way to her bedroom. She opened her drawer and snatched
a short red, satin nightgown, before reaching for a clip, and tying her
hair up. She entered her bathroom and turned the water on. She hung the
nightgown on the hook, then stepped into the shower and reached for the
scented soap. What did he have planned for her now? She was more curious
now that he hadn't told her anything. She'd seen desire in his gaze, felt
his cock pressing against her as he kissed her. Whatever it was, he was
turned on. Amishi reached for the towel, stepped out, and turned the
shower off. She dried herself and slipped into the gown before unclipping
her hair and brushing it. She heard the front door to her apartment close.
“Kuntal?” “In the living room.” She stepped into her living area and froze
as her gaze went from a shirtless Kuntal to an equally shirtless Harshal.
This was what he meant about a surprise. Wow. She had already known that
he wanted to try most of the fantasies she had written down, but a
threesome wasn't something she thought they would ever do. Though they had
tried most of her fantasies out, this was probably the naughtiest, and she
never would've guessed that Kuntal would be willing to go ahead with it.
They never even discussed the possibility. “Kuntal?” She couldn't help but
repeat his name. For a few seconds, all he did was watch her, and then he
walked over to her. He grabbed her hand in his. “Amishi, ever since
reading your journal, I've wanted to give you the experience you craved
with each fantasy you wrote. A threesome would be about giving you
pleasure.” It would truly be a decadent experience being loved by both
men. But she still couldn't be sure that this wouldn't put a wedge in
their relationship. “I don't know, Kuntal.
I don't want this to change us.” “I'll be in the kitchen,” Harshal said.
“Let me know what you decide.” Amishi couldn't help but be grateful that
he gave them a few minutes of privacy. “I would never risk what I have
with you for a few hours of sex if I didn't think we were secure with our
relationship,” Kuntal said. “But by the same token, this is one hundred
percent your decision. I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable in any
way. Are you okay with this? Are you okay with Harshal being here? If not,
just say the word, and he's gone. I would be more than fine with anything
you decide.” Men tended to be possessive, and she could understand that
allowing another man into their bed would be asking a lot. And she
couldn't help but be shocked that he was asking what she honestly thought.
“I'm fine with it, Kuntal. Truthfully, it's a sexual act I've always
wanted to try with someone I trust completely. And I have faith in you.
But are you sure this is what you want?” She couldn't help but ask Kuntal
the question. She had to admit she would never be comfortable allowing
another woman into their bedroom. “Please be sure, because I'm not willing
to sacrifice what we have for just a few hours of pleasure. You're more
important than that.” He smiled and walked closer to her. He reached out,
grabbed her hand, and placed a kiss on it. “Shouldn't that be my line,
sweet?” “I'm serious, Kuntal. I don't want to lose you.” It was getting
easier and easier accepting the fact that they were a couple who had a
future together. “I have no problem with it. It would be absolute bliss
watching you come apart as Harshal and I pleasured you. I want to watch
you tremble in ecstasy and explode in our arms. I want to feel your ass
wrapped around my cock while Harshal fucks your tight pussy.” Talk about
turning her on. His words and the visions they evoked already had her hot
and bothered. She winked, her lips curving into a smile. “Then let's get
this party started.” Chapter Ten They entered her bedroom, and Amishi
couldn't rip her gaze from both men as they stripped their pants off.
Harshal was shorter than Kuntal by a few inches, but his body was lean and
packed with muscles. Kuntal was bulkier, his chest lightly sprinkled with
hair that went all the way to his cock. She watched as Kuntal tossed
Harshal the tube of lube. Kuntal walked over to her and slid the straps of
her nightgown down her shoulders. “You're beautiful.”
She felt beautiful with him. He pushed the gown off her body and pressed a
kiss against the pulse at her neck. “Are you nervous?” She was. “I'm just
not sure what I'm supposed to be doing right now.” “You don't have to do
anything. Just allow us to make you feel good.” Harshal moved behind her
as she reached up and touched Kuntal's chest, running her hands against
his flesh. Both men were the epitome of how a man should look when desire
took control of his body. They were naked, their cocks as hard as steel,
with Kuntal's being just inches within her reach while Harshal's dick was
pressed against her backside. She was tempted to go to her knees and wrap
her mouth around Kuntal's shaft. But before she could follow up with the
enticement, Kuntal put his arm around her waist and pulled her to him.
Kuntal's tongue slipped between her lips just as Harshal inserted one
lubed finger deep into her ass. She gasped, the penetration shocking her.
She hadn't expected him to move so quickly. The bite of pain clashing with
her desire was heaven. The heat of their bodies enveloped her and made her
yearn for more of them. Harshal's other hand gripped her hip and then
moved to her front. She was hanging on by a slim thread and was going to
be driven insane by these men. Electric pulses whipped through her body,
firing her lust higher. She didn't know how long she could withstand the
pleasure without coming, and both men seemed to have just begun their
torment. She whimpered as Harshal moved from her clit and pushed a finger
into her pussy. White-hot bliss ran through her blood as he fucked her
with his hands. Kuntal's tongue was voracious, sweeping through the
recesses of her mouth and then tangling with her own. There was nothing
finer in life than a man who knew how to kiss. And Kuntal sure did,
heightening her arousal with his mouth.
She arched closer to him, seeking the warmth of his body. Kuntal broke the
kiss, and she took a much-needed breath. He bent his head and took her
nipple into his mouth, tugging at the tip softly with his teeth. A pulse
of heat entered her, melting her insides. Her pussy was wet, swollen, and
throbbing in demand. She was shaking between both men, her pleasure
stealing every ounce of common sense she had. Harshal pushed another
finger in her ass, stretching her and preparing her as Kuntal whispered to
her, “How does it feel, sweetness?” She moaned, her nerve endings on fire,
burning her body with desire. “Delicious, Kuntal. It feels too good.” Oh
God. How would she survive having both of their lips on her? Still, she'd
be willing to die from the pleasure. She was burning up for them both, and
never in her wildest dreams did she envision a threesome feeling this
good. Her pussy spasmed, her cream flowing, and she needed to feel
Kuntal's cock plunging in hard and deep. Harshal removed his hand from her
pussy and gave her clit one last rub. She whimpered and almost came on the
spot. Her body was one sensitive mass of bliss, waiting to erupt. He
pulled his fingers out of her ass, and she moaned at the loss of them.
Kuntal placed a soft kiss against her lips before pulling away. “Climb on
the bed.” She hurried, her hunger overpowering all her senses. Kuntal
moved behind her, while Harshal was now on his knees beside her. Kuntal
tossed him a condom, and Amishi watched as Harshal ripped the package open
and covered his cock with the latex. She turned her head and watched as
Kuntal coated his shaft with a thick layer of lube. Harshal pressed his
lips against hers in a soft kiss before maneuvering his body to the center
of the bed, lying flat and spreading his legs wide apart. His cock was
just as long as Kuntal's but thinner. The head was a dark shade of red,
and his dick pointed toward his abdomen. She straddled Harshal and wrapped
her hand around his shaft. His cock throbbed as she stroked it. Harshal
groaned, and her pussy spasmed as he moved his hips. She aligned his dick
to her pussy, taking a few seconds to rub the tip against her clit before
sinking down, almost coming when the fire in the pit of her stoKuntalh
began to race to her pussy. But she held back. She didn't want to come
until they were both inside of her. Harshal lifted his hands to her waist,
holding her as she continued to descend. “Damn, Kuntal, she's fucking
tight and so hot.
She'll burn me up. You're one lucky bastard.” “Yes I am,” Kuntal replied
from behind her. With his hand at her back, he pushed her forward
slightly. Harshal tugged at her nipples before capturing one between his
lips, sucking the tip hard. She fought to remain still, her body one big
jumbled mass of nerves. Kuntal pushed the broad head of his cock into her
ass, and it stretched her to the point of a slight pain, but then pleasure
overtook her, pushing her closer to the edge. She whimpered and gasped,
the burning bliss almost becoming too much. She struggled to take Kuntal's
length and width. He paused, giving her a few seconds to become accustomed
to him. “Take a deep breath,” Kuntal said. And just as she inhaled, he dug
his fingers into her hips and held her as he thrust his cock. It seemed to
last forever, but finally Kuntal's shaft was entirely in her. “Move,
Harshal. Now!” Kuntal ordered. She shouted Kuntal's name as fire streaked
from her womb to her pussy. Her clit throbbed as she spilled more of her
juices, coating their cocks. They both thrust in and out, moving in
unison, pushing her body closer and closer to the edge. She moved her
hips, seeking deeper strokes from them both. They caught on quickly,
plunging their cocks as deep as they could go. She tightened on their
shafts as fire reached through her. She lost the ability to speak and
could only close her eyes and give herself to the sensations they caused.
The dual penetration felt glorious, and it was better than anything she
could have imagined. Their flesh was slick with sweat, and the scent of
sex was heavy in the air. Four hands stroked her, and they took turns
caressing her breasts, pinching her nipples. “I'm not going to last long,
Kuntal,” Harshal said. She had to agree she also wasn't going to last much
longer. Her fingers dug into Harshal's chest as she yelled out. She was
gloriously sandwiched between two hard bodies and stretched to her limits.
Kuntal's teeth scraped her neck, and she moaned as Harshal's fingers found
her clit. He stroked her softly, while Kuntal groaned into her ear. She
forced her eyes to stay open as the pleasure swept through her body. Both
men held her, and she jerked in their grips as they thrust inside, harder
and faster. The warmth in her body spread, forcing her pussy to spasm.
She could feel every ripple of their dicks and every throbbing pulse they
made. She arched as Kuntal slid his cock in furious strokes. Her heart
raced, her blood boiled hot as he embedded himself to the hilt and held
himself there for a second before he started moving again. Harshal
followed the same pattern, shoving his cock into her pussy, holding
himself within her for a few seconds, before withdrawing and repeating his
actions. She lost herself in both of them and in the ecstasy that swept
through her body. Never before had she felt this cherished, this loved, by
anyone. Kuntal filled her, marked her, and claimed her with every thrust,
every whispered word of endearment that came from his lips. The heat
within her body was intense, and it seemed to ball up in her womb. She
gasped, her nails scraping Harshal's chest, flexing her ass and pussy
tightly, caressing the cocks inside of her. “Kuntal.” She couldn't
breathe, couldn't hold on to reality. She was lost in a world where only
pleasure mattered. “Shit!” Harshal growled before he gave one more thrust,
shoving his cock into her heated flesh before coming hard. “Come now,
Amishi,” Kuntal roared. Every nerve in her body was sensitized, every body
part she possessed heightened in arousal for him. In that instant, he'd
become the center of her universe, the ultimate reason for her
gratification. The fire in the pit of her stoKuntalh raced through her
like electricity before blowing up, stealing her breath, sending her into
an atmosphere filled with bliss. She was floating on clouds of ecstasy,
and in the back of her mind she became aware of Kuntal shouting her name.
His cock, deeply embedded in her ass, gave two harsh jerks, then streams
of hot cum poured into her, as if he were branding her for eternity.
Minutes later, they both pulled out of her, and she sank to the mattress,
her body fully sated. Kuntal moved to the bathroom and returned with a
washcloth. Harshal rose from the bed, tossed the condom in the trash,
collected his clothes, and headed to the bathroom. “Spread your legs,”
Kuntal said. She did, and a heated blush crept to her face as he cleaned
her. Kuntal threw the cloth on the floor and slipped back into bed.
Harshal slipped out of the bathroom and walked over to her. He reached for
her hand and kissed it. “It's been a pleasure.” She smiled. “Same here.”
He turned to Kuntal. “Talk to you later.” Harshal walked out and closed
the door. Kuntal reached for her.
“Amishi, as the man who loves you, I want to give you the world.” She
opened her mouth, her jaw going slack as every other muscle in her body
tightened. Though she had made up her mind about declaring her love to
him, she hadn't expected the words to come from his lips. “You love me?”
He wrapped his arms around her waist and hauled her against his body.
“Many people would think that it would be way too soon to express such an
emotion. I couldn't care less what others think or have to say. You are
the one who makes me happy. I love you, Amishi. I couldn't help but fall
in love with you. And you're pretty much stuck with me from here on out.”
She closed her mouth, forced herself to get ahold of her emotions, and
fought back the tears that threatened to spill. “Oh, Kuntal. I never
expected to find anyone who accepted me so completely like you do. I love
you too.” He brushed his lips against hers and then whispered, “Spend the
rest of your life with me.” She smiled. She didn't need to think this one
through. “Yes.” Epilogue Amishi was amazed at how much her life had
changed in just a year. “You look beautiful tonight,” Kuntal whispered
into her ear. She looked up at her husband as they danced to Luther
Vandross's “Here and Now.” The day had been filled with emotions, both she
and Kuntal declaring their love for each other in a small, intimate
wedding with only fifty relatives and close friends in attendance. It was
wonderful being surrounded by such love, and she counted herself lucky for
it. She had never thought she'd find the man who was compatible to her in
every way. She was truly happy having him by her side always, and she
couldn't imagine life without him. The song ended, and they held on to
each other a second longer. She pressed her lips against his and slipped
her tongue into his mouth. Kissing him always left her breathless and
aroused. She pushed her breasts against his chest, and she wanted nothing
more than to rub her body against his. She broke the kiss. “I love you.”
He pulled her closer to him, and she immediately felt his arousal. “Same
here, gorgeous.”
They pulled apart, and she smiled as Kuntal buttoned his tuxedo jacket to
make sure his hard cock was hidden from view. They made their way to their
table just as Aashita rose. Amishi noticed her lips turned down to a
frown, her shoulders tense as she briskly made her way to the ladies'
room. She turned to Kuntal. “Can you give us a few minutes? I just want to
make sure Aashita's okay.” “Sure. I'll wait for you over here.” Amishi
made her way to the restroom and pushed the door open. “What's going on?”
Aashita jumped, startled. “I didn't know you would follow me in here. I
don't want to bother you with this now, especially on your wedding day.”
“Never mind about that. Come on, Aashita. You seem upset. What happened?”
“The arrogant asshole Harshal is what happened.” She fisted her hands.
“What the hell did he do to you that has you so upset?” Aashita began to
pace. “Are you ready for this?” Amishi hoped Harshal didn't do anything to
hurt her friend. “What?” She stopped pacing and whirled around to face
her. “He offered me a threesome.” Amishi hadn't realized she was holding
her breath. “A threesome? That's it?” “What do you mean, that's it? Not
only did that egotistical son of a bitch think he could sleep with me, he
offered his brother up as a third. As if I would ever fall for that
'you're so beautiful' line.” “Aashita, calm down. Harshal thought you were
an attractive woman, and he hit on you. Why are you so bothered by it?”
“He slept with you, Amishi. That alone makes it weird.” “It was a onetime
fantasy act. If you like him, you need to stop focusing on that and
concentrate on the attraction.” Aashita raised a brow. “It wouldn't bother
you if I had sex with him?” “I'm in love with Kuntal, not Harshal. Kuntal
and I have discussed this at length, and we will never invite another to
our bed. Are you okay? I have to get back.” “Go ahead. I'll just hide in
here for the rest of my life.” “Aashita…I—” “I was just messing around.
Go, already. I'll be fine.” Amishi gave her a quick hug. “We'll talk about
this more later.” She nodded. Amishi opened the door and walked right into
Harshal. “Is she okay?” “She's fine. She'll be out in a moment. But
whatever it is you have planned, Harshal, I don't want to see her hurt.”
“Hurting her is the last thing I want to do.” Amishi stared at Harshal,
but his face gave away no clue as to what he was feeling. “Just make sure
you remember that.” She stepped to the side and watched as Harshal slipped
into the ladies' room. She sure as hell hoped he knew what he was doing.
She made her way to her husband. Kuntal rose to his feet. “It's time to
cut the cake, and then we can escape to our honeymoon.” She smiled. She
couldn't wait to spend an entire week with no interruptions. Just her and
Kuntal in bed. “I love you.” He dropped a quick kiss on her lips. “I'll
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