With his lips moving against hers, and his touch branding her skin, she remembered no one. Not her family. Not Tarun. Not her reasons for trying to find a man to marry.
All she could think of, all that she could feel, was Rian.
His scent, his aura, his need consumed her and she grew damp, unconsciously rubbing her thighs together to ease the growing tension between them.
“Hands or mouth?” Rian gruffed when they broke off.
“What?” she asked, her voice barely audible, nearly out of breath.
“Do you want to be satisfied by my hands, or my mouth?” he asked clearly, said mouth latching onto the strip of skin just under the curve of her jaw. He suckled her right there and she was sure she was going to faint. She couldn’t have heard him right. “Cat got your tongue?” he taunted softly, placing nibbling kisses down her neck. “Or are you just all big talk?”
Somewhere, from the final vestiges of her rapidly departing sense, she gripped his collar and brought him to face her. He thought she would back down? Hell no.
“Both,” she answered, watching his eyes darken. “Hands and mouth.”
“As you wish. Get on the counter.”
“Here?” She gasped when his hands slipped under the slit of her dress, cupping her ass and squeezing. Her white lace thong offered no protection from the heat of his palm. She felt the edge of the countertop against her lower back, mumbling against his mouth as he continued to rain kisses on her. “What if someone sees?”
“No one else is home,” he grunted, lifting her onto the countertop. A shiver raced through her at the feel of cold stone against the warm back of her thighs.
“What’s your safe word?” His lips teased the outer whorls of one ear, causing her to grab one solid bicep. He nipped at her, distracting her from his hands which were steadily pushing her dress up, sliding along her silken leg. She moaned when his tongue pressed against a particularly sensitive spot right below her ear, flicking it before drawing it in between his lips, the sting pleasurable in its own right.
“Safe. Word,” he repeated, kissing the fluttering pulse at the base of her throat, nudging her until she was lying down.
“Bunny,” she croaked, unable to believe that his mouth was tracking down her body, hating that her clothes were in the way.
“Good. Use it. I will not stop otherwise. Understood?” He lifted his head to stare down at her.
The moment she nodded, his hands gripped her bottom and pulled her to the edge. He settled himself on the stool, as if ready for an evening meal.
Warm palms curved about her calves, pressing and massaging her muscles, moving up to hold her knees before spreading them apart. His lips never left her skin, tracing a path halfway up one thigh before switching to the other side. Her stomach clenched, the anticipation of when he’d reach his destination causing her need to surge.
Her dress slid up, cool air washing over her thighs and she had to fight herself from screaming to end it there. It had been far too long since she’d let a man see her and she hadn’t expected to feel so vulnerable.
A second later, his finger hooked into the gusset of her damp panties. She felt him run his knuckle up and down her slit before exposing her. The few seconds of wait felt excruciating, making her lift her neck up. Her eyes locked with his. She was given no time tosecond guess if he’d been waiting for her approval because he bent down and his warm mouth covered the most intimate part of her.
Her head fell back with a gasp as his tongue searched her, flicking up, stopping just before he reached the little peak that needed his caress. He licked her slowly, gently, teasing her until her reservations ebbed and her breath transformed into needy sounds. Her hips tilted up, searching for more pressure in the one spot he kept avoiding, groaning his name when he didn’t oblige.
He shifted instead to hook one leg over his shoulder, giving himself better access. He brushed his thumb over her slit, spreading her arousal. Under the dim moonlight streaming into his apartment, her pussy gleamed with evidence of her desire. He didn’t dare speak for fear of breaking through her haze. He could hardly believe that she was letting him play out this fantasy. Whatever spell she was under, he felt it too. He wanted this. He needed at least this to survive tonight.
Aditi felt firm fingers spread her sex open, her breath coming out in a broken cry when his tongue thrust into her without warning. He tasted her deeply, his murmur of approval vibrating against her sensitive skin. His finger replaced his tongue, stroking in and out of her, curling it until he was pressing into a spot that made her eyesight go blurry. Her body twisted, chest heaving as she strained to take a breath.
“Rian,” she sobbed when he slid a second finger in, clenching him immediately. Repeatedly, he sunk his fingers into her while he licked and laved her swollen folds, never letting her guess at his pace. He played with her until she was trembling, chanting, “Please, oh my god, please.”
“Do you want me to make you come?” he hummed, his breath wafting across her in tense puffs.
Her hips moved up in an answer, pushing herself against his hand, aching for a release.
“Say the words. Tell me exactly what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me with your fingers,” she panted, wiggling her hips. He thrust his index in, knuckles deep, causing her to slap a hand over her mouth.
“And?” Rian asked, his voice hoarse, unable to see beyond the erotic vision of Aditi laid atop his kitchen counter, writhing for him, the smell of her arousal in the air. Her tight pussy sucked him in as he moved his fingers with deliberate precision.
“Kiss me again,” she begged, her voice catching as he broke rhythm, making her wait for his touch.
“Where?”