“Oh…”
The gasp is involuntary, as is the way my fingers fist his hair. Karan groans in response, but doesn’t stop his path downward.
When his fingers hook against the waistband of my sweatpants and underwear, I clench my thighs and hold my breath. Painfully slowly, Karan drags the fabric down my legs, exposing me to the cool ambient air.
After fourteen years together, I shouldn’t be shy at being laid bare to him like this. Still, after so long, my breath hitches and my legs tense up.
Karan immediately notices the shift in my energy and stops. He looks up at me, his eyes now softened with worry.
“Rach. Is this okay? You want me to stop?”
“Fuck, no. Please don’t stop. I’m just…” I knock my head back against the wall and look skyward.
“Hey.” He grips my hips, but his thumbs run gentle circles against my skin. “Baby, look at me.”
With a careful breath, I obey and meet his gaze again.
“You don’t have to be shy with me. You know that.”
I laugh nervously. “It’s just been so long.”
“I know. And that’s on me. It’s all on me. And what an idiot I am, Rach. Because… fuck, just look at you.” He parts me delicately and moans under his breath. “You’re so beautiful, absolutely everywhere. You deserve to feel good, baby.”
One hand grips my ass to press me closer to him while the other hand keeps me parted.
“Karan,” I whimper.
Having his hot mouth so close to where I need him most is torture.
“You’re so wet already, Rach.” He slides his thumb through my center, and although I sigh at the sensation, it’s far from enough. “Is that all for me?”
“Mmm-hmm.” I have to bite my lip to stop myself from crying out from the unrelieved pressure.
He’s going to make me pass out.
“Look at you, all wound up. Again, that’s my fault.” He presses his lips against my inner thigh, so close yet so far. “I’m sorry I haven’t made you come like you need. Because you need this, don’t you?”
I only hum in response.
“Tell me you want it, Rach.”
“Yes.”
“What do you want?”
“Touch me, Karan?”
“With my hand?”
His thumb gives my clit a gentle flick, and I let out another whimper.
“Yes—no—I mean—”
“Tell me what you want, baby, and I’ll give it to you.”
“I want your mouth!” I scream. “Your tongue. Please, Karan.”
I don’t know how much more of this I can take.
