“Take them off.”
She swallowed, pulling them off. Their eyes met without any barrier.
“Kiss me.”
Amaal rose on her tiptoes and pushed her tongue through his mouth, letting him inhale her whole this time, her legs wrapping around his waist instantly. He held her like she weighed nothing, slamming her back to the glass window.
“Samar!” She tore off from his mouth. “This is…” she turned to look down but her jaw was gripped in firm fingers. He wrenched her face back to his and dark eyes were the only part visible on that face.
“Trust me?”
She could do nothing but nod, whatever little she could.
“Then quiet.”
Her legs wrapped tighter around him even as she clenched.
“Hold onto my shoulders.” He commanded, opening his mouth and swallowing her jaw. Amaal felt that deep, deep inside her. What was this pleasure? What was he doing without doing anything to her?
“Amaal.”
“Hmm?”
His chin tipped to her hands tied loosely around him. She tightened them, clasping them in his hair.
No sooner had she gripped him than he thrust up.
“Ohhh!” She began to double over, but he held her steady. His face dipped into her breasts and his hips moved, making hers move with him, making the glass behind her rattle. She screamed as he took her off from it, whirled, and slammed his own back to a wall. This time she was in the air, with only his hands to support, and Amaal did not care. He went down on his knees on the dusty floor and she did not care, straddling him, thrusting to his rhythm, letting him push his tongue into her mouth. It was raw, messy, without words. And then it was everything as she burst into stars in pitch dark.
“Oh… ohhh… aaaawww….” she fell forward on him. “Oh…” she lost all sense of thought.
When she came to, she found herself on the floor and between his legs, lying back on his chest. He was stroking her hair. Amaal gaped at the darkness of the house. Her old house. The smell of dank dust was heavy, dust motes invisible but there. Never had she felt so satisfied in this house. She continued to stare at this nothingness in silence. No other thought. No other need. No other worries.
Only fingers in her hair.
Then she felt it. He was still hard behind her.
She began to turn but his arms came around her, trapping her in place.
“You didn’t co…”
“Hmm.”
“Samar…” she clawed at his neck, turning her head to kiss the space where his kurta opened up his throat. She scraped the place she had kissed and he hardened even more.
“Amaal,” he laughed, pulling his neck away from her.
“Why?”
“Later.”
“WHY?”
“I told you, you will be taking my commands.”
She stilled. Was it because he did not want her to see him? But they hadn’t crossed lines till there. They were still on the phone sex and dry humping stage. Amaal rolled her eyes to meet his. They didn’t seem wary, or skeptical, or closed. They were… satisfied. Even with the painful situation behind her. And as usual, he remained silent.
“Does the thought of me seeing you make you uncomfortable?”
