Page 38 of No Other Love

Vikrant looked at me like I was a life raft in the middle of a stormy ocean. All salvation andneed.

I tossed my phone on the night table. Deliberately. Giving him time to protest, to stop me. I reached out and touched his tee shirt. Fisted it in one trembling hand and tugged him closer.

He had to bend halfway over but he came closer, his own hands gripping the bed.It wasn’t verbal consent, but we had the shorthand of having done this a hundred times, ten thousand times. We both wanted this. This was inevitable.

‘We can sleep after,’ I whispered.

‘Thank god.’Vikrant leaned in that last crucial inch and covered my mouth and body with his.

Twenty-One

Vikrant

My hand wanted to tremble as I leaned in closer and ran it over Anika’s side. Squeezing her waist, pulling her closer so she was half on my lap. It was only the last year of self-denial that kept me rigid.

‘Vikrant,’ she whispered against my ear. Her breath hot and breathy. Driving every single thought off my head and into my cock. I was hard, almost painfully so, as she kissed my ear. And the sweaty skin under it. And then scraped her teeth over it.

I cupped her breast, brushing one thumb over her nipple and she moaned. A broken sound I was immensely grateful to hear. She arched into me her fiery core against my arousal.

Anika’s hand wandered to the drawstring of my pants. But I stopped her before she could shove it down and take me in her hand.

‘Wait.’ I squeezed her wrist.

She writhed, sinking deeper into the mattress while pulling me closer between her legs. ‘No. No more waiting. It’s been so long. So long.; Anika squeezed her own hand over mine at her breast and shuddered. ‘So long,’ she repeated.

She was magnificently wanton, her hair trailing over my fingers at her chest, silken bonds of desire and claiming. She bit her lip once, in need and sheer desperation.

I embraced her fully. Gave her what we both wanted. Banding over her slender back. Running soothing hands on her spine, till she melted into me, like always.

‘We have all night. All fucking night.’ I framed her face in my hands and kissed her like I wanted to.

Slow, so slow, time lost all meaning under the rubbing of her lips on mine. Under the small sounds she made as she tried to take the kiss deeper. I squeezed her breasts rhythmically as I kissed her, and she went a little wild rubbing herself on me. Wet heat and arousal a sharp tang in the air.

Her taste, her scent, the imprint of her body never forgotten. Always sought after.

She pushed me on the bed, trying to get me to move further. And, before, I’d always allowed her to set the pace in our sex life. Wanting her to always be safe, alwaysfeelsafe with me. Her needs mattered more than mine.

Not tonight.

Tonight, my needs were taking over too.

Anika reared back in surprise when her pushing didn’t yield the expected result. I was still upright.

***

‘Lie down,’ I said, softly. Storms in my eyes. ‘Please,’ I requested. Because I wasn’t that fucking billionaire from the fanfic adaptation she adored and made me suffer through during one of our early dates.

Anika’s eyes clouded. Almost drifted shut as she went supine on the bed. For good measure, she even let her hands fall to her sides. Open and vulnerable to me like she always was.

And I always made sure to never take advantage of it. Of her trust in me. But this woman had also broken my heart clean in two.

All bets were off now.

I swept one hand from her neck, palm down, feeling the trembling shivers passing through her.

‘Let go of the sheets,’ I ordered.

I palmed the valley of her breasts, her ribcage, her little pot belly until I came to her panties. I ran my hand over them too. Rubbing the gusset for good measure. Her tangy arousal filled the air.