When she finished, she placed the bottle back on the dresser and stood. Instead of turning toward the bed, she walked straight to him, took the laptop from his hands, and placed it aside on the table without asking. And then… she sat down on his lap.
Straddling him.
Karan swallowed hard, his hands instinctively gripping the edges of the sofa, his entire body going still beneath her. This was not the shy and innocent Mishti. This was his wife. A woman who knew exactly what she wanted and had decided she was done waiting.
Her arms slipped around his neck.
“Did I distract you from working?” she murmured, glancing at the laptop.
His lips curved into a dangerous smile as he replied.
“You are doing a very good job. Go ahead.”
She smiled faintly and leaned in, kissing him.
It was deep and claiming, her mouth fitting against his as if it had always belonged there. His hands finally came up, sliding along her back, holding her to him, careful of his healing arm but no less possessive.
She reached for the hem of his T-shirt, pulling it up, her fingers brushing his skin as she pushed it over his head. Karan let her. He watched her every moment, especially when herhands moved next to the buttons of his shirt she was wearing. She undid one slowly. Then another.
Too slowly.
Now his restraint snapped.
He caught her wrists firmly, pulling her closer before tearing the shirt off her shoulders in one swift movement, then discarded the fabric on the floor. His mouth followed immediately, along her jaw, her neck, the hollow beneath her ear, kissing her, nibbling and sucking every inch of her sensitive skin.
She gasped. Her fingers tightened in his hair.
“Bed,” he muttered against her skin, already shifting as if to stand. But she stopped him, her palm pressing against his chest.
“Your arm is still healing,” she said.
Something passed through his eyes then as he read what she had in mind. And it surprised him. Soon desire took over as he nodded.
She rose just enough to tug at his night pants, urgency replacing her patience now. He pushed them down along with his boxer briefs at once, pulling her back into his lap, holding her firmly at her waist.
When she moved again, settling herself over him, Karan’s breath left him in a broken exhale. His hands slid up her back, steadying her, surrendering his control without losing himself.
As he looked at her now, his eyes were dark with want, with love, with everything he had never known how to give before. Mishti leaned down to kiss him again. The room seemed to fade around them, leaving only the two people choosing each other, fully and without fear.
She kissed him with everything she had. But when Karan’s fingers slid into her sensitive folds inside her lace panties, her mind shut down. And when he pushed two fingers inside her, that was all it took. She rode herself on him, wanting more. Withhis hands squeezing her breasts, his mouth sucking hers like he was starving, while she rode his fingers down, was the most ruthless, melting combination. Mishti lost all her control. She was gone. Her nails dug deeper into his shoulders, then reached for his hair as she tugged him closer, trying to reach for him, for something, to hold on to. Unable to contain that feeling any longer, her knees pressed inward, but he pushed them further apart, holding her still, and spread out for him.
Karan’s own breathing turned uneven as he pulled her head to see her coming undone.
“You look f*cking gorgeous like this.”
She couldn’t react, only shut her eyes deeper as she felt him pull out his fingers and replace them with his hard length instead.
She felt so sensitive already. A soft moan left her throat as he entered her fully. It hurt. Karan stopped before adjusting her on him again, checking if she was fine.
“If it’s too rough, tell me.”
She nodded before gently taking him further in, and moving on him slowly. His lips were instantly on her neck, pulling her closer and deeper. He kissed across her throat, dragging his beard on her skin. Mishti, completely overwhelmed with all the sensations he was making her feel familiar with, quivered.
Each slow rise and fall of her body, every time she took him deeper, only intensified that feeling inside her. And she wanted more. She lowered herself all the way to his base, bracing her hands against his chest for balance. Within a few dips, need and desire drowned out the lingering soreness. His fingers dug into her waist as she rode him, her head tipping back as a breathless sound escaped her.
A pleasing ache bloomed within her, building until it became too much. She leaned down and kissed him then. Everything inside her shattered in the next moment as they chased eachother over the edge, the world fading away until there was nothing left but the two of them, tangled in their own shared bliss.
A few minutes later, when they finally came back to themselves, still breathless and clinging to each other for comfort, Mishti spoke at last.
