‘Where are you going?’ she asks, as I pull into the empty parking lot of a deserted mall. ‘The mall seems abandoned.’
‘I know.’
We get off, the streetlights casting an eerie glow around us. For a moment, we just stand there, looking at each other. Gradually, she inches closer and tenderly takes my hand. My heart pounds as I slowly place my hand around her neck and, with the weight of the shared and chequered history between us, draw her in and kiss her.
The kiss obliterates our past. It yanks us into the present. There’s just want now. My eyes now lock on Aanchal, her dark eyes gleaming with desire. In the silence of this isolated space, the crackling energy between us becomes tangible, pulsating.
‘You know what’s going to happen now, don’t you, Aanchal?’
‘I’m going to fuck you.’
‘And me, you.’
Our bodies collide with an electrifying urgency. I kiss her, tasting the sweetness of her lips.
‘I missed this,’ I mumble as we separate.
‘This is a slippery slope,’ she moans.
‘I am in for the ride.’
Aanchal pulls me closer, her delicate fingers gripping the fabric of my shirt. She unbuttons it and it falls to the ground.
‘Take off your clothes,’ I command. ‘Do it slowly.’
She steps back. And slowly, begins to shed her clothing. The top goes first. Then the jeans. Then she unclasps the bra and teases me by covering her breasts. Then slowly, she removes her hands. Her breasts, bathed in the dim glow of the lot, are perfect. Her fingers trace the outlines of her nipples. My fingers reach out to trace the curve, feeling her nipple harden beneath my touch.
‘Daksh,’ she moans.
‘I love you.’
‘Don’t say that, Daksh.’
‘I love you, and I don’t want to let you go now,’ I say and take in her nipple.
‘I don’t want you to . . .’
She undoes my belt. Her fingers are bold, sure. I shiver, her touch sending sparks of electricity coursing through my veins. Her hand wraps around my cock, stroking, sending waves of pleasure rippling through me. She traces the length of it. My hand ventures lower from her breasts, caressing the smooth expanse of her thighs. She shifts, parting her legs, inviting me in. The slickness of her arousal against my fingers is encouraging. I whisper into her ear, my voice shaking with need. ‘I want you, Aanchal,’ I breathe out, each word laced with raw hunger. ‘I want you now.’
‘Cute, because you have always wanted you, like I have wanted you,’ she says.
Our passion consumes us. The world beyond the parking lot dissipates. We’re in a world of our own now, surrounded by the inky darkness. Aanchal’s back rests against the motorcycle as she invites me in. Her chest heaves, her breasts glistening under the scattered lights from the road. She pulls me closer. As I hold her, she squirms, the motorcycle shifts with her movements. I feel the wetness between her legs, an inviting warmth against my throbbing cock. I can’t hold back any longer. She whispers in my ear. ‘What are you waiting for, Daksh?’ She, with her hands on my ass, pulls me into her. As I enter her, she gasps, her fingers digging into my skin, a contrast to the cool metal beneath us. Her legs hook around my waist, pulling me deeper, her body rhythmically following the strokes of my thrusts. The echo of our gasps and moans fills the lot. She clenches around me, her body convulsing beneath mine. She moans. She’s close. Her voice is now reduced to a strained whisper. Then she shudders, her body arching off the leather seat. The sight of her pleasure pushes me over the edge.
‘Fuck,’ I mumble.
‘Your vocabulary is limited.’
‘My mental faculties are shot at the moment.’
We lay there intertwined. Spent. The cool metal of the motorcycle an odd contrast to our warm bodies.
‘This can’t stop here,’ I tell her.
‘. . . as it shouldn’t.’
‘What does this mean, then?’ I whisper into her ear.
‘For now, it means we dress up, go to your home and do it again. Because anything you ask of me right now, I will say yes.’
