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“Don’t get distracted, sweet girl.”
With a choppy breath, she said, “Candle is called shamaa…moth is parwaanaa.” A gasp as I slid my hand up her thigh, lingering at her hip.
With my eyes on her, I whispered, “That’s beautiful, lyrical. Tell me what happens when the parwaanaa flies close to the shamaa.”
The warmth of my words sent another shiver rippling across her body. Her skin came alive with goosebumps. My fingers felt the string of her slight underclothes, and I hooked a finger into it. “Go on, tell me what happens when my moth flies into your flame.”
I reached down to kiss the swell of her breast, and she threw her head back in a sigh and fisted my hair.
Her breath shuddered. “The flame says, don’t come near me, you stupid moth. You’re going to burn. You’ll die.”
I gathered her hair and kissed her neck. “But the moth doesn’t heed, does he?”
With another broken breath, she shook her head. “The stubborn Parwaanaa responds, I’ll die for my love, become one with the flame.”
“Romantic, but stupid.”
“Yeah? What would you do?”
“I’d kiss the flame, just enough to let her know what she’d miss if she engulfed me. Tease her, torment her.” I placed a tender kiss on her lips, just a graze. Then moved my mouth to her chest and neck and jaw, while my hand moved to her bottom. She shuddered.
“You think that’ll work?”
I brought my eyes back to her face. “No, it’ll never work. If she stops being a flame, he’ll not be attracted to her. He can never dull her brilliance, her power, for that’s what makes her who she is, what she is. That fire is what attracts him to her.”
She stared into my eyes for a few seconds, then kissed me like it was our first kiss. Hunger, passion, and anticipation in a single touch. When I tried to remove my glasses, she held my hand.
“No!” she cried urgently. “Keep them on.”
“Is that what you like?”
With downcast eyes, she returned a shy nod. “Whenever you look at me from over the rim of your glasses, I find myself dripping wet.”
My heart rumbled. “How about we test that theory?” I teased.
Peering over my glasses had been an old habit. But no more. From here on, this was for Aarti alone. I looked at her like she wanted me to.
“Is it working?” I said, running my hand along her inner thigh. She sighed aloud. I inched my fingers toward her panties. She readily parted her legs for me.
“Check for yourself,” she offered.
I moved the delicate fabric aside and ran my finger between the perfectly swollen lips. I didn’t have to venture too far. She was dripping, alright.
“Fuck, Aarti! You wanted me to devastate you, but I’m going to be the one to end up devastated.”
A proud smile illuminated her face, and she clamped her legs closed around my hand. With sighs and moans, she gyrated her hips, grinding on my finger.
“I never thought I’d be this needy, Sujit. What have you done to me?”
“My question exactly, sweet girl. What have you done to me? Do you have any idea what effect you have on me?”
She rubbed her hand on the front of my trousers, feeling my hardened cock against her palm, and giggled. “I think I’m getting an idea.”
Yanking my hand out from between her legs with urgent need, she pulled off my jacket and shirt to fling them away. Her fingers began to trace every inch of my torso, setting my skin ablaze. Sighs and hisses escaped my mouth as her lips landed on my neck. I gripped her shoulders to ground myself when her soft kisses caressed my chest and all the way to my abdomen. My muscles tensed as her soft palm cupped the strong bulge. I threw my head back as she gave it repeated gentle squeezes. It was getting harder and unbearable in my skin. My legs struggled to find their strength.
I gripped her hand and brought it back to my chest.
“Have some mercy, my darling,” I pleaded, fisting her hair tenderly.