He shook with laughter at her response. “Then take the dress off.”
“But…” She broke off, biting her lips. “The light?” She whispered.
“No! Don’t hide as if your body is something to be ashamed of. I want you, Sugar.” He leaned down and kissed her, this time also moving against her to show her how much he wanted her.
Mia’s eyes flew to meet his grey ones that had darkened with desire. She felt him against her belly, proof that he was as affected by her as she was by him. “You’re…” She gasped.
“Yes! I am. You did that to me. Remember that!” This time, he didn’t allow her to think, slowly drawing the fabric away from her body. When she stiffened lightly, he kissed her shoulders and lower, wordlessly assuring her he liked what he saw. More than liked! He moved his lips and tongue above her satiny undergarment, slowly reaching for the clasp. He was never more thankful for his experience, which allowed him to draw her in the sensual vortex without her insecurities and worries creeping up.
When she felt his mouth close over a peak, Mia arched into him with a gasp. Goodness, she never knew it would feel like this. She’d been worried about not being enough. But this? This was like a tornado waiting to sweep her away; infinitely dangerous in many ways. Her mind crept towards oblivion when his mouth and tongue repeatedly played havoc with her senses.
“Please…”
“What? Stop?” He paused to look at her with glittering eyes. That was when it hit her. The other night, at his place, his intense, almost feral look was desire. It wasn’t anger or fury. Passion! It was passion.
“No...don’t. Don’t stop, please.” She closed her eyes when he moved his lips lower, his fingers gently caressing her soft, round belly. He kissed her waist, stomach, and moved lower. Giving a glance to see if she was okay, he noticed her head thrown back, her curls all over the pillow. The sight only fuelled his desire more. He almost felt ten feet tall when he realized he had the power to show her the power of her sensuality. Slowly, he inched his fingers lower, touching her with reverence, waiting to see if she’d object.
She startled at the alien touch, not knowing what to expect. After repeated emotional and mental abuse, she’d been too ashamed to look or touch her own body. The hate from her late husband had slowly engulfed her in the form of self-loathing. That’s why she was perplexed at Armaan’s touch. It was gentle, very unexpected, and infinitely pleasurable.
Armaan noticed her still posture. She wasn’t cold or frightened; simply waiting; waiting to see if he would strike at her now. Feeling an overwhelming sense of protectiveness and tenderness, he kissed her right at her centre, his mouth replacing his fingers.
She gasped and looked at him in wonder. When she felt the zing of electricity pass through her, she knew for sure this was different. Even as she wondered if that spark was just a fluke, she felt his fingers and his tongue touch her intimately. No, it certainly wasn’t a fluke. Lord, no, not at all!
Armaan almost smiled at her uninhibited response. She was one of the most responsive women he’d been with. He’d hardly begun and she was already his. He felt her more than ready for him. Continuing his ministrations, he allowed the sounds escaping her mouth and her grip on his hair to guide him to know her body better. His efforts did not go in vain, when all it took was a few minutes to bring her to a shattering release.
Mia dropped back with a thud and she exhaled with a whoosh. “Wha...what was that? I...I never knew…Huh!” She looked at him, her face flush and her eyes shining.
“It isn’t over yet.” He smirked, unbuttoning his slacks.
Her eyes directly went to his hands and then his eyes.Wow, so, this was happening. They were going to do it, after all!She gulped when she saw him a few seconds later. Clearly, he wasn’t lying about being affected by her. And, Peter had never wanted her. Finally, after all these years, she was beginning to understand it wasn’t her fault that Peter didn’t want her. He just...wasn’t made to enjoy a woman. Unlike this handsome, thoughtful man in front of her, who unashamedly wanted her in every sense, and wasn’t afraid to show it.
She smiled then, a smile of happiness, joy, and pure relief. When he joined her to place a quick kiss, she poured all her desire and gratitude into her response, making him growl in impatience. She vaguely heard something rip and realized it was the sound of the wrapper. Before she could react or look, he cupped her cheek and once again kissed her deeply.
“Know what? Come here.” He lay down on the bed and gently flipped her. “This way, you’d be in control, and anytime you want to stop, you can.”
She gaped at him. She was acutely conscious of her less than perfect body in this position.How did this work? Where should I start? Huh?The very next moment, she felt him hold her hips and guide her to him. He leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips. “Sugar, you’re killing me. Now move.”
Uncaring if she was hideous, and knowing it was too late anyway, she carefully lowered herself. She was as ready as she could have been, yet, for a brief moment, there was a flash of discomfort and pain, followed by a feeling of fullness. She gasped and bit her lower lip, praying this would get easier.
Armaan’s eyes snapped open in shock at the unmistakable barrier. She’d been married and abused; he knew that. But, this? He was more than shocked to realize she’d never done this in her life. His first thought was how on earth she went without sex for so long, followed by a moment of awe. She had chosen him, trusted him to introduce her to her sexuality.
“You okay?” He gently moved her curls away from her forehead. She nodded, moving awkwardly, silently urging him to help.Thank God,he thought to himself before he took the lead.
Mia gave up trying to control her body or her reactions after he started moving. If she’d felt she touched heaven with his hands and tongue, it was nothing compared to what she felt now. She writhed, moaned, and eventually surrendered to the combined will on their bodies. In less than an hour after her previous climax, she felt herself move towards the elusive peak once again, her body falling from the precipice in a free fall.
Rejoicing and relieved at her completion, Armaan flipped her once again and drove to his blessed release with a muffled groan. He flopped on his back after a few minutes, taking her in his embrace.
“Wow!”
He chuckled. “Yeah, wow indeed.” He looked at her with a smile. “Did I hurt you?”
“No! I’m perfectly fine. Thank you!” She whispered, her luminous eyes filling with tears.
“Honey, it was my pleasure. Literally!” He wiggled his brows even as she gave a watery giggle. “We got this, yeah?”
She nodded with a smile, her arms secure around him tight.
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