A conference of some kind was going on in the hotel, and the elevator was packed full of people wearing lanyards and name tags.
Krish kept his hand chastely around hers as they ascended.When the elevator doors opened, they tumbled out and raced to their room. Before the door was fully closed behind them, he had her pressed up against it, his lips on hers. She tilted her head back and stood on her tiptoes. Every rational thought fled from her head like a popped balloon.
He kissed her like he’d been at sea for years. Like he’d been drowning until now and her lips were the only thing pumping air into his lungs.
Oh, yes. This was what she’d missed. This heat and desire. The tingling in her belly, the anticipation of things to come.
She pulled her lips away and he tried to reach for her, but she shook her head, then kissed her way down his chest, over his shirt, hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses.
The soundless groan he gave sent a shot of power straight to her head. To have this big, tough, seemingly stoic man at her mercy... well, that was better than any drug. How else could she make him come undone?
She wrestled with his belt, then undid his fly. His erection pushed against the fabric, and she released it.
She stroked him once, then twice. He placed his hands on the door above her head. “Sejal...”
“Hmm?” Unable to resist, she rubbed his penis against her cheek. It was so soft, yet hard at the same time.
“You shouldn’t,” he said.
“Shouldn’t what?” She stroked him, all the way down to the base. “Shouldn’t do this?” She gave him a gentle lick on the tip of his cock. “Or this?”
Without any further warning, she swallowed him, taking as much of him into her mouth as possible, which was only up to the middle of his shaft.
He full on whimpered, and she took that noise deep inside her, to her very soul. Yes, yes, yes. He was all hers, at her mercy. She pulled away. “Is that what I shouldn’t do?”
His fingers found her head, tunneling into her hair, guiding her back to where he wanted her. “Do it,” he ground out.
Sejal put up a light resistance. “Say it.” She licked the very tip, where a drop had beaded.
“Take me in your mouth.”
She set a fast rhythm, using one hand to stroke the base she couldn’t reach with her mouth and tongue. She used her other hand on herself, sliding her hand under her skirt and rubbing her clit.
He made a rough noise and hauled her to her feet. She grasped his shirt in two big fistfuls, and his hand went to her neck, using his grip to angle her perfectly for his kiss. For long, drugging moments, every thought left her brain. Who she was, who he was, who their families were.
He guided her back and they tumbled onto the bed. She didn’t know who initiated pulling her into his lap, but there she was, straddling him. She ran her fingertips through his hair, massaging the place at the base of his neck that held every stressor in the world. He squeezed her full hips, and she moaned against his lips.
She pulled back. “Protection.”
“I bought condoms in the gift shop.”
She pushed herself up on her hands, which had the effect of pressing her pelvis against his, and he groaned. “Well, well. Thought you were going to get lucky, huh, Harvard?”
“It’s smart to be safe—hmph.” Her kiss was long, muffling everything he was going to say.
No need for words. “Where are they?”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the condoms. She grabbed one and ripped it open with her teeth.
She didn’t know who undressed who, but their clothes flew off them in a flurry of tangled arms and legs. In the light of the nightstand lamp, his body was perfect, strong, with long, defined muscles. He cupped her breasts in his hands and tongued her nipples. “Now,” she moaned.
He didn’t need further encouragement. He pushed her legs wider and sank inside her. A groan slipped from his lips. “So good,” he gasped. “Wet.”
The fire rose as he stroked inside her, and she wrapped her arms and legs around his body, grinding up against him. She orgasmed just as he did. He said something against her neck, but she didn’t quite catch it.
When it was over, he lay on her like a sweaty blanket. She was content, staring at the ceiling, slowly stroking his shoulders, mind empty, but then he moved. Not far, though, only heaving his body over to lie next to her. She stood on wobbly legs, grabbed his shirt and her panties from where they lay on the floor, and went to the bathroom. She did her business, then came back and collapsed next to him.
She didn’t protest when he pulled her close to spoon her, even though she wasn’t accustomed to being the little spoon. “Did you say something earlier?” she murmured.
