“Loosen up for me, Sunshine. Relax.”
“Give me a moment. You're big.” She wiggled her hips, trying to get used to the pressure within her.
“I'll try not to let that go to my head,” he chuckled, nudging her nose with his. “You can take me.”
“T. . .take you?” she stuttered, confused. “I already have!”
She felt, rather than heard his laugh.
“I meantallof me.”
“Rian? Rian! Oh!” She groaned when he pushed all the way in, filling her to the hilt. Her head twisted to the side as her body arched, trying to accommodate him.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he rasped, his hands slipping under to cup her ass and squeeze her flesh, causing her to clench around him in response.
He pulsed into her slowly, and she felt her walls tighten as she tried to hold him in, despising the emptiness when he pulled out. Every re-entry felt like a smooth slide home, her body adjusting to his possession, demanding more of it until she was grabbing at him, running her hands up and down his back in encouragement. She reached down to grip his firm ass, her nails pressing into his glutes without care for the marks she’d leave behind. The pain only turned him on, wanting to drive her as crazy with want as she had him. The flex and feel of his muscles twitching under her touch as he pounded into her had her biting down on her lip to stop from screaming.
He reared over her, his fingers tightening about the column of her throat, his thumb firmly keeping her chin up. “Eyes on me, Sunshine. You don’t look away, okay?”
He kept his movements smooth, taking his time to touch and fondle every part he could without breaking pace. He caught her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it until she felt delirium grip her once more. Her pulse drummed erratically as the possibility of combusting became more real with each thrust of his hips.
“Rian, please,” she whimpered. “I need to come.”
“Then come,” he ordered, unwilling to let her turn her head and hide from his sight. “Show me what you look like when I make you come.”
What she saw in his eyes set her heart racing. With a keening cry, she was propelled up to a peak, splintering into a million shards at the height of it. She clawed at him, shuddering into completion, her eyes clenching shut as her vision went stark white. Rian thrust into her harder, seating himself deeper within her than before, taking pleasure in the way her body had tightened around him. He slid one powerful arm under her leg, opening her wider before he began to move once more. Feminine hands drew his face to hers, kissing him with a wild abandon that captured his soul.
Over and over, he drove into her pliant body, his groans and kisses finding a landing spot on her forehead, her eyelid, the crook of her neck. Aditi’s hands slipped around his shoulders, her fingers spearing his soft hair as she rubbed her cheek against his roughened jaw. She crooned her delight in his ear when a tertiary orgasm ripped through her without notice.
“Come for me, Rian. Please,” she breathlessly requested, unable to hold on any longer, sore and drained.
With a tortured moan, his body went impossibly taut as his release rushed up his spine and burst across his being, fiery flames licking him from end to end. Tremors shook him as he dropped into Aditi, finally replete with a satisfaction that had everything to do with the woman under him.
30
Afterglow
Rian
“How do you feel?”
Aditi twisted her neck to rest her cheek on the pillow, sliding her arms underneath and crossing them. She watched Rian as he turned to his side to face her, the cool air in his bedroom doing nothing to reduce the heat he was emanating. His fingers danced lightly along her spine and she resisted the urge to shiver.
“Good. I feel really good. You?”
“Wonderful,” he murmured, enjoying the curvaceous profile of Aditi lying on her belly, in his bed, still in a post-coital daze.
Rian could not remember when he’d last enjoyed sex like this. He’d had his share of wild days during his teenage years, experimenting with women looking for a good time leading to random hook-ups, sometimes in a drunken stupor. He’d enjoyed it while it had lasted. But over the years, the lure of momentary sexual gratification had begun to fade. Sex had become dull and pointless.Perhaps the women he’d tried to date had recognized this lifelessness in him, because none of them had stuck around for too long.
If the timeline of his life was woven into a tapestry, there would only be shades of black, white and grey for a long time. Meeting Aditi would have marked the change.
A hint of blood red.
From there, the dullness would have been banished.
The happiness she spread would have shown up as splashes of yellow. His growth under her sunshine would have been bursts of green, the peace she gave him a vast sea of blue.
But his love for her? That would have to be every shade imaginable. She was vibrant beyond his ability to explain.