His mouth was inches from hers, and her face felt warm. The base of her spine tingled. It was now or never. “Kiss me then. The way that you did in my shed. The way you kissed me at the bar. And the promise of what you made me in the car before we started driving here.”
Prem stepped closer, his body inches from hers. Her breath caught. The soft pad of his thumb traced over her cheek and touched the corner of her mouth.
“No corner kisses,” Kareena whispered. “Kiss me, mouth to mouth.”
She froze. “Wait, that came out wrong. Like mouth to mouth, but not as if you were doing CPR, because you’re a doctor and I’m sure that’s the first thing that popped into your mind when I said that—”
He swooped in, wrapping his arms around her waist, tugging her against his hard chest, and kissed her. Her brain completely melted just like it had the last two times.
It always feels like magic.
Kareena wrapped her arms around his neck and hesitantly opened her lips. He did the same, giving her just enough space to slip her tongue over his.
This was Prem, and he smelled delicious. He felt delicious.
He groaned, and ran his hands over her back, until he was cupping her butt. It was her turn to groan.
She didn’t know how long they stood there, in front of the windows, sipping from each other’s mouths, but the more they kissed, slowly, deeply, the more Kareena eased closer to Prem, enjoying the feel of him, burning under the slow exploration of his tongue and lips.
Then he pulled away.
“Wh-at?” she said with a gasp. She was breathing fast. “What happened?”
Prem took Kareena’s glasses again and tossed them on the coffee table.
“My glasses . . . gah!”
He tossed her over his shoulder in a firefighter’s grip and carried her through his apartment.
In her life she had never been tossed over someone’s shoulder. She didn’t think anyone could do something like that. But Prem kept walking like he was on a stroll with a handful of daises instead a hand full of—
“Ass!” she shouted, as the sting on her left cheek sent shock waves straight to her groin. “Prem, you just smacked my ass.”
“That I did.” She swore she could hear him chuckle.
He dropped her onto a soft king bed with a gray spread.
If the kiss didn’t do it, the bed tossing sure as hell made her wet.
Kareena sat up, resting on her elbows, then homed in on the bulge in his pants. “Prem . . .”
He whipped off his top and his pants, leaving on a pair of boxer briefs and a white fitted T-shirt.
“Anything else?” he said. His voice was hoarse, and he watched her in a way that made her so aware and tingly all at the same time. Damn it, he was teasing her. He definitely left on the boxer briefs because it drove her mad, but maybe that was a good thing. This way they could undress in stages.
“I-I could use some more kissing.”
“On the mouth?”
She glanced at her pants, and then back at him. No way. She was not brave enough to flat out tell a dude that he should—
“Fucking ask me, Rina,” he snapped.
“Okay, yes, I want you to go down on me.” Holy shit, had that even come out of her mouth?
“No, use your words,” Prem said as he leaned forward and unbuttoned her waistband. Her stomach quivered. “What do you want?”
“I-I want you to kiss my . . . my—”
“You are a fucking strong, capable woman,” he said. His voice was hard now, and the lines of his shoulders stiff from tension. He was unrelenting. “Come on. Ask for what you want, Rina. I promise you, I want the same thing, too.”
“I want you to eat me,” she said with a rush. “I mean, maybe I should shower first, and then shave my legs. But in the end, that’s what I want.”
“No time for either of those things,” Prem said. He nudged her flat on her back, and pressed small kisses down the front of her body over her clothes, as if leaving little promises for later.
Finally, he reached her waistband, and with a few quick tugs, her pants were around her ankles, then off. Before she could focus on the insecurity of being almost naked in front of a man who looked as fine as Dr. Dil, he hooked a finger across the crotch of her panties and ripped them off her. Then his hands were on the inside of her thighs, and he was separating her lips with his thumbs. Finally, finally, his mouth caressed her delicate, soaking pussy, and Kareena practically came off the bed in pleasure.
“More,” she gasped.
“More?” Prem replied. “Where?” He started by kissing one labia, then the other. There was a hint of tongue when he caressed the crown of her pussy. “Where?”
Damn it, why was he purposely driving her crazy like that?
“I want you to lick me deep,” she said in gasping breaths.
The rough feel of his five o’clock shadow scraped against her sensitive inner thighs before he settled against her, and he licked her firm and strong, his tongue igniting her entire body. “More!”
“Where?” he asked. Stroking to the left. “Here?”
“No, over, over more, oh my god!”
Bingo.
Prem savored her, tasted her in a way that she never experienced before. Then, he added a finger, two fingers while he focused on her clit.
She rode her pleasure until it peaked, and every muscle in her body tensed, desperate for relief. When it came, her orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave, consuming every last molecule of air in her lungs.
Kareena leaned up on her elbows, expecting Prem to strip the last of his clothes and get to work, but all he did was look up, meet her eyes, and wipe his wet lips with the back of his hands. He then pressed down on her inner thighs again, and still meeting her eyes, he licked her pussy with one long stroke of his tongue.
She collapsed back on the bed, oversensitized from orgasming already. “I can’t,” she gasped. But he didn’t hear her and continued to drive her wild until she was shrieking and pulling the blanket from under her, trying to gain purchase.
Her voice was robbed when she came a second time.
“You doing okay?” he asked gruffly.
She nodded, stars flashing in front of her eyes.
“Good. Time to level up.” He gripped her hands and pulled her into a sitting position. “No earrings this time, right? I’m not going to fuck this up again.” He gripped the hem of her sweater vest, and with more care than necessary, he pulled it over her head and tossed it aside. Then, he worked on the long row of buttons down the front of her collared shirt, his fingers moving swiftly and competently. She let out a sigh of relief when Prem saw her sheer black bra and let out an expletive.
“I will forever think of this under your sweater vests now,” he said.
She reached behind her back and unhooked the bra, too eager now to pay attention to the insecurity yammering in the back of her brain. “My boobs are great, but I love the sweater vests,” she said, breathlessly. “Are you going to take off the rest of your clothes, too?”
“Do you want me to?”
When she nodded and watched in the shadows of the room as Prem stripped off his shirt, Kareena nearly orgasmed again at the sight of firm, ridged muscles and pecs covered in the perfect amount of chest hair. And then, when he pushed down his boxer briefs, his penis practically popped out and whacked her in the eyeballs. This South Asian man was obviously proof that stereotypes could be lies. How was it supposed to fit inside her?
“It’ll fit,” he said.
“How did you know—”
“You looked intimidated.” He kneeled on the bed and pushed her on her back. And then Kareena couldn’t think at all again. They were skin to skin, touching and stroking now.
“I want to take everything from you,” he said into her mouth before consuming her with long, drugging kisses. “And you can take all of me.”
She pulled back, and under the weight of his body, in the dim lights of the room with the New York skyline outside the windows, she met Prem’s eyes and whispered, “Take everything. I want you to have it.”
Their mouths met again in a tangle of tongues as they rolled across the bed. He kept asking her what she wanted, and she was too lost in him to do anything but answer with truth.
Do you like this?
What about this?
I’m going to slap your ass, Rina, honey.