#10
Katy
Iwas tossing and turning and couldn’t sleep for most of the night. To my disappointment, the one-bed situation didn’t do a thing to Barun’s control. Romance books lied!
It wasn’t just this evening. After getting back from his emergency, he retreated in a way that was hard to articulate. I’d wanted to spend time with Barun without my family around. I needed this chance to makeuswork.
But now, with his nonchalant attitude, I was left frustrated, sexually and otherwise, knowing he was sleeping on the couch, merely a hundred meters away. His tight t-shirt and sweatpants had done nothing to dissuade my thirst. If anything, it only fueled my fantasies.
For the entire month after our kiss, I’d fantasized about being taken by him. I wanted Barun to ruin me in the best ways possible. Biting my lip to stop the needy whimper that threatened to spill, I closed my legs together. Every nerve ending was alive and throbbing and begging for his touch.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, I fell into an uneasy sleep. Only to wake up after a few hours. I didn’t know whether it was the new place or the eerie silence; I couldn’t relax or get backto sleep. Getting out of bed, I headed to the bathroom to brush and pee. A few minutes later, grumpy, exhausted, and mighty frustrated, I walked out of the bathroom into a solid wall of chest.
With a short yelp, I stumbled back, gasping at the sight of the naked, muscular chest. Olive, solid, and scattered with dark hair, Barun’s chest was just perfect. Freshly showered, he smelled divine, making me want to lick all that skin.
“Steady,” he murmured, catching my arms in an effort to stop me from falling and rousing me out of my dirty fantasy.
Two things happened at once. My eyes followed a water droplet traveled from his chest, following the happy trail, toward his dick, and the towel he’d wrapped around his hip loosened to reveal what was inside.
My mouth fell open at the sight of a real-life penis. I’d never seen one before, and even with my limited experience, I could sense his was outstanding. His length was darker than his body and was getting bigger by the minute. I heard a strange sound, between a squeak and a gasp, and realized it came from my mouth.
“Princess…” Barun’s voice seemed to come from a distance as I stared, shameless and transfixed. Absentmindedly, I wondered why his voice sounded funny. Before my mind could wander into other unnecessary things, I gave in to my impulse and wrapped a hand around his steely length.
Oh, wow! His dick was soft yet firm. What a contradiction! Fascinated, I watched a pearly drop form at the tip of his length. Before I could touch the drop, Barun caught my wrist in a firm grip. He didn’t bother with his towel, instead carryingme bridal style to… the bed. Oh!? He deposited me on the bed unceremoniously before joining me with a growl.
“You are testing the very limits of my patience, Princess. One more move like that and I’ll fuck you until you scream for mercy.”
My lips parted, and I arched into his body at his words. Did he mean to scare me? Well, the joke was on him. I wanted everything that he had promised. And more.
“Jesus, you’d like that, don’t you?” He asked hoarsely. Before I could reply, I watched him clench his jaw in what seemed like frustration? Desire? I couldn’t really decipher, but judging by the hard length poking against my stomach, desire seemed more plausible.
“I’m trying to do the right thing and not take you the way I want to. You’re way too young for me and…”
Stopping the same old excuses with a kiss, I immediately snaked my arms around his neck, smiling at his groan.
“Please stop, baby. I can’t stop if I touch you.”
“Then don’t.” I whispered, kissing his jawline, relishing the feeling of his stubble against my lips. “I want you, Barun. Only you.”
“Fuck me!” He closed his eyes in anguish, as though he was in physical pain.
“Please…” I whimpered, closing my eyes.
At last, he moved his hand beneath my nightgown, inching toward my centre that was already begging for his touch. When his finger brushed against bare skin, he cursed out loud.
“Don’t tell me you were sleeping like this,” he growled, his eyes flashing with something dangerous.
“I was. I was hoping you’d come to me last night.” With a bravado from nowhere, I whispered the words out loud.
“Ah, baby girl. You’re going to be the death of me,” he groaned, bending down to grind his lips over mine. Instinctively, I clutched him, going with the tide, enjoying his ardor and expertise.
His hand moved again, brushing against my center; this time feeling the dampness.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.” He swirled his finger, spreading the wetness. Arching up, I felt tingles shoot through my body at his touch. Everything felt heightened, and I was climbing a high that seemed to have no control.
“Tell me this is all mine. Tell me this is for me.” Barun demanded.
He stopped touching me, making me open my eyes in frustration. I saw him lick his glistening fingers and felt a fiery blush coat my cheeks. With a lot of difficulty, I tried to make sense of what he was asking.
