Slowly, he took the pillow off his face and looked at me. His face had turned completely red, and I wondered if my face had become the same. I just wanted him to release. It was getting exhausting; my neck began hurting.
But he kept his eyes pinned on me, and when my movements were growing sluggish, he held my head, and he made me move faster against him.
He tucked a loose strand of my hair behind my ear as I kept sucking him at a quicker pace, losing myself completely in him, in a rhythm. And suddenly, he twitched.
His eyes widened, his lips fell apart, and he covered his face again with the pillow. I took him deeper, looking at the way his knuckles whitened, gripping on to control. With the way veins prominently popped on his arms, it felt as if he was resisting himself from holding my head to go faster. I could tell he was close.
Taking it even deeper to the end of my throat, I went on, moving my head back and forth. He grew restless. His legs shook, and he arched his back, pressing his hips more into my mouth.
I closed my eyes, feeling him twitch immensely. He muffled his groans through the pillow and brought his other hand onto my head, causing fresh tears to slide down my face. But then he shuddered. Badly.
I couldn’t taste it because as soon as he released it, it slipped past my throat. Once the last of his tremors had settled, he calmed down and moved my head away slowly. And then it hit my tongue—a salty, lingering taste. I immediately swallowed it and closed my mouth.
When I finally got a better look at his face, he had turned red—beet red.
I smiled, seeing his hot blush, and wiped my mouth clean.
Even though he had calmed, he was still catching his breath. His chest heaved heavily. I could see how edgy he had gotten. Closing his eyes, he dropped himself onto the pile of pillows.
I slowly crawled closer and helped him put on his lower garment. Moving up, I settled my head on his chest, andhe wrapped his arm around me.
When his breathing turned shallow, I could sense he was getting sleepy.
Looking up, I gently placed my lips on his, and he welcomed them with a soft kiss in return, even brushing his tongue over to part my mouth. That felt so good. So… ticklish. I didn’t know why.
It was as though he was accepting me in every way.
Pulling back, I caressed his cheek, seeing him almost dozing off. I just smiled at the big baby and then looked at Princess Rudraja, who was sleeping peacefully.
I kissed his cheek one last time and quietly got out of bed, but before I could take a step further, he held my wrist.
“Are you okay?” he asked, and I nodded with a smile in response.“Then why’re you leaving? Sleep with me, Suman.”
I chuckled at his hoarse, sleepy voice.“I'm just going to clean myself,” I whispered, pulling my wrist out of his hold.
He nodded, shifted to his side, and cradled Princess Rudraja's hand.
I watched the uncle-niece duo sleeping soundly in the chamber while the entire palace bustled outside. Leaving there, I quickly cleaned myself and then went to Nandani's chamber to look after the work.
After that, I could only have a little meal, because with every bite I could feel him still twitching in my mouth. His groans still rumbled in my ears. Something had changed in me. It felt so good knowing I could give him what he craved.
A slight smile crept up on my mouth when, suddenly, Nandani’s call alarmed me.“Suman,”
I immediately turned to look at her.“Yes,”
Grabbing my hand,“Come with me,” she said.
My brows knitted together.“Where are you taking me?” I asked as we both walked out of the kitchen.
“Everyone’s waiting for you,” she said, then paused to look at me.“By the way, where is Rudraja?”
I gulped; the memory of him in my mouth burned my cheeks.“Um… she’s sleeping in Kunwar Agastya’s chamber,”
She squinted her eyes.“And what is he doing?”
“He’s also sleeping with her,” I replied.
“Ohhh,” her eyes widened, and a huge smile stretched on her face.“Right, right, so you did not just put the baby to sleep but a man too, nice. Very nice,” she teased.
