“I need you to move,” she commanded, pushing back onto him. “Or I will.”
Chuckling at her bossiness, he pulled out leaving just the tip in.
“Rian!” she moaned, a warning and an entreaty in a single word. He pulsed into her without warning, making her gasp out loud at the force of his entry.
“Is this what you wanted, Sunshine?” he rasped, out of his mind with the beauty of her abandon.
“Yes,” she whimpered as she fell forward, her palms slapping against the marble countertop when he drove into her with a particularly hard thrust.
To witness Aditi want him without any reservations drove him crazy with lust. He loved being desired without thought to the world around them. He exulted in her possessiveness because it told him she felt about him the way he felt about her.
His thrusts turned more forceful, pushing her chest onto the cold counter, her cheek resting sideways as he fucked her from behind. At his mercy, Aditi gave herself up for his possession, his passion consuming her. A finger slicked in between her legs, pressing at her bundle of nerves while his deep-seated movements nudged against that part inside that whipped her into a furious crescendo. A scorching flush spread across her being as she reached completion, waves of icy fire licking her skin, making her toes curl in pleasure.
The tight clenching of her body milking him stirred the beginning of his orgasm. His powerfully muscled arm clutched her, lifting her into him. One hand held the inside of her thigh, forcing her to remain spread until he pumped every last drop of his release into her quivering womb.
For a long minute after that, the only sounds around them were the rough and staggered breaths they took as their bodies relaxed, trying to come down from the high they’d both achieved.
Without slipping out of her, Rian leaned over to grab a soft washcloth, dampening one edge of it.
He held it between her legs while he pulled out and tucked himself back into his pants, manoeuvring her to face him.
“I can clean myself, Rian.”
Aditi adjusted her top and tried to take the cloth from him, scrunching her nose when he pushed her hand away.
“Let me,” Rian murmured. He kissed the side of her lips softly before kneeling in front of her, bunching her skirt up and holding it by her waist. “At least this way,” he added, sliding the damp cloth up the inside of her thigh, “I can see what you look like if I could leave you marked with my come.”
Her brows shot up. “What?” she asked with a breathy laugh that was part shock, part interest.
“Every time you feel me drip down your thighs, you’ll remember what I did to you. What I have done before, and whatelse I will do in the future.” Silver eyes pinned her in place, holding her attention when he spoke, each word sending a shiver down her spine.
Aditi thought she might faint a little. Rian was revealing bit by bit every desire he had for her and instead of scaring her, it felt thrilling. He was sweet and indulgent outside their bedroom, but incredibly outgoing, experimental, and as she had found in the last couple weeks, utterly insatiable in bed.
“What do you say, Doc?” he asked with a little smirk, pecking her thigh before standing up. His hand remained firmly wedged between her legs.
“About?”
The damp cloth swirled around her other thigh, slowly moving up. She didn’t know if cleaning up after sex was meant to feel so damn sensual but she’d given up trying to understand her body’s reactions to Rian altogether.
“Will you let me do it?”
“Hmm?” she swayed, her eyes struggling to focus.
With a silent laugh, Rian leaned in to place nibbling kisses on the side of her neck as he pushed the cloth against her clit. The coolness of the towel and the gentle rubs against her oversensitized skin made her gasp and moan at once. Reacting to this, she tried to close her legs, finding that one knee was held captive by his hip.
He pressed up against her, pushing gently as he whispered into her ear. “Should I fill you up again? When you try to talk to someone else, you’d do it with me on your mind, and me inside your body, my essence sliding down your perfect thighs, colouring that pretty little cunt.”
She trembled, his words sending little bolts of current through her that collected at the tips of her breasts. Her clothes felt like torture devices, binding her, separating her from his touch.
“Will you wear my scent like I am wearing yours, Sunshine?” He rubbed her softly, dragging the edge of the cloth along her folds as his thumb pressed on her clit through the cool material.
“Yes,” she cried softly, not sure if she was saying yes to his finger or his question.
“That’s what I thought,” he husked, scraping the lobe of her ear with his teeth.
He pressed the towel harder, then softer, circling exactly where she needed the pressure until she was panting against his shoulder.
“So lovely, spread out, ready to take my cock inside this sweet pussy, my good girl.” Rian felt her body go taut before her fingers dug into him. His mouth covered hers, drinking in her cries as she barrelled off the cliff once more, her nerves tingling in rapture.