Aditi
How they got homethat night was something Aditi would never remember. Whatwouldstand out in her memory however was the nervousness she’d felt at Rian's silence, his pointed attention on the road ahead, and the increasing tension every time their eyes met.
It didn’t help either of them that they were forced to huddle into the back of their elevator when a rush of visitors and children kept stepping in and out of every floor.
The slight touch of his fingers at her waist, the heat of his breath on her neck, and the unmistakeable feel of his anatomy when her back brushed his front threatened to knock her unconscious with the depth of want that it created.
Keeping his distance, Rian led her into the apartment, allowing her to enter first. She turned as the door clicked shut, only to be pushed up against the wall, his mouth searching for hers.
He kissed her like a rapacious conqueror, claiming every sigh and moan, his tongue tangling with hers in a delicious game that had him excited for what the night would bring. Breaking off, he bent down and hooked an arm behind her knees, scooping her up in his arms. Her heels clattered to the floor and her purse slipped from her hands when she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
Aditi continued to place hungry kisses along the edge of his jaw, scraping her teeth along his neck before biting him, making him stumble once.
“You’re trouble,” he grumbled, pinching her waist where he held her, causing her to gasp. She arched up and nipped his ear, purring into it, “Then I guess you better punish me.”
This time, he definitely did stumble. He made it to his room on shaky legs, kicking the door shut before letting her foot touch the ground again.
Aditi prepared herself to be taken by the storm he’d create, only to be left waiting when he took two steps back, watching her as though he was memorising her in that moment.
“Twirl for me,” he asked, surprising her again.
He extended his open palm towards her, waiting until she placed her hand in his. His fingers tightened as he lifted their joined hands over her head, slowly spinning her once, then again, his sights drinking in the way her saree shimmered as it caught the light. She was like a firefly who had led him out of darkness, and tonight, she embodied it.
“You're so beautiful. I couldn't take my eyes off you all evening.”
His admission felt like a drug. She'd never been a glutton for compliments before but with Rian, she wanted his attention. Even so, she couldn't keep her truth in. "I can't take my eyes off you at any time, Bugs. Even when I don't want to, I can't stop looking."
Rian hadn't realised how much he'd needed to hear that until she said it. He brought her close, allowing her to loop her arms over his neck. His hand slipped under her saree to caress the skin at her waist,his thumb brushing back and forth in an arc while he dropped soft kisses all along her arm, finally settling against her mouth.
“Undress me,” he directed her, displaying remarkable patience while she unbuttoned his top with shaky fingers. Rian needed the time as much as she did. He didn’t want to rush into this and screw things up like her ex-boyfriend. When she left his bed after tonight, it would be with the knowledge that he had made it impossible for her to stay away.
If that meant exercising restraint and planning each step with a precision he hadn’t before used in the bedroom, then that was exactly what he would do.
The rustle of his silk kurta sliding onto the floor had Aditi glancing at him, almost asking for permission to touch him now. With his hand curled over hers, he pressed her palm into the centre of his chest, letting her feel the pounding within.
Just as quietly she mirrored his actions, holding his hand over her blouse, between her breasts, allowing him to understand that she was just as affected as him.
“Turn around,” he instructed her, his voice low.
Without hesitation, she complied, allowing him to unfasten her necklace and unhook her earrings with a dexterity that surprised her. He shifted her hair to fall across her front. The deep back of her blouse exposed her skin, tempting him to lightly trace the delicate bumps of her spine. He delighted in her sharp intake of breath when he trailed his fingers up from her lower back all the way to her neck, curling about her nape. He gently forced her to look back at him, his thumb resting on the fluttering pulse in her throat that spoke of his effect on her.
“I haven’t eaten a single Diwali snack today,” he said, untying the knot that kept her blouse together. He tugged her top off until her breasts were exposed. “You’ll be my first.”
She let out a shaky laugh, wanting desperately to tease him for that cheesy line, to say something that would distract her from the realitythat he would see her body today. Blessedly, all she could focus on was his hand slithering across her belly, pressing her back into his naked chest.
She felt him unclip the garland from her hair, running the cool ends along her collarbones. Her skin erupted in goosebumps at the sensual teasing, her nipples hardening immeasurably when he ran the the flowers against her breasts, sliding them over her engorged peak.
“What are you doing?” she whimpered, her body shaking though his touch was light.
“Worshipping you.”
Rian stripped the flowers from the string, gathering them in his palm. He raised his hand over her head and showered her in snowy jasmine, letting the petals cascade down her skin and spread their saccharine scent.
The back of her head met his shoulder, her eyes fluttering to a close as every little action threatened to overwhelm her. Where she had expected only carnality, he was seducing her with moments that made her feel revered.
“Kiss me,” she begged, her hand reaching up behind his head to hold him. She moaned into his mouth, arching against him when he cupped her breast, the heat of his palm searing her. He kneaded her slowly, thumbing her nipple into a fine point. Aditi, lost in the sensations he was evoking, didn’t realise that he’d loosened her underskirt until it fell in a heap at her feet, taking the rest of her saree down. The feel of his roughened fingers sliding into her underwear had her clutching his hair, her chest tightening in anticipation.
“You’re so wet already. Have you been thinking about me doing this?” he whispered through her kiss, using a hand on her hip to make her face him as he backed her towards the bed.