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“It’s safe to say you’ve ruined me for other men, Sujit Rao,” I said this time.
“It’s a good thing then that there will be no other men for you, Ms. Bhatia,” he declared and took my mouth in a possessive, fervent kiss.
It was past two in the morning, but we sat wrapped up in each other’s arms. On his insistence, I had pulled out my laptop to watch the series together. He sat with his back against the headrest. I sat between his legs leaning against him. His idle hand caressed my arm and thigh underneath a warm cotton duvet.
“Who’s this guy, again?” he asked as the secondary villain appeared on the screen. I explained, and we returned to watching it.
His hand traveled to my chest and strummed my nipple, distracting me from the very interesting exchange occurring on screen.
I swatted his hand away.
“Hey,” he said. “You keep watching, I’ll keep playing.”
“I can’t focus on the dialogue,” I complained, slapping his hand away again.
“That’s too bad because I can’t seem to keep my hands off you,” he said in my ear and kissed my shoulder. A shiver ran through me instantly. “You have the most beautiful shoulders. I love how perfectly brown they are,” he said and ran a finger along the edge while kissing the side of my neck.
I lay my head back against him and moaned as he kissed the other shoulder and traced his finger along it and down my arm.
On the screen, I saw the heroine walk into the frame to confront the hero in his chambers. There had been a huge misunderstanding brought on by the villain, and this was the scene where the two main leads were expected to have a showdown.
In my bedroom, I felt my hero’s armor getting thicker underneath me. “See what you do to me,” he said. “I can’t get enough of you.”
“Hush,” I fake scolded. “This is an important scene.”
Sujit’s hands now came around me and cupped my breasts as the heroine continued her tongue-lashing on the screen.
I shuffled in his lap and reached behind to grab him. Thick and long, he felt wonderful in my hand.
“What just happened?” Sujit’s grip on my breasts loosened as the couple on the screen was now tangled up in a hot kiss. “They were arguing, now they are kissing?”
“I wouldn’t know because you distracted me,” I teased and slipped out from between his legs.
As the onscreen couple began undressing each other, I turned on my haunches and lay flat on my stomach to face my hero. I gripped him with both hands as the head glistened in the dim lights of the bedroom, with a perfect drop crowning it. I ran a slow, firm tongue to lap it up, and he released a loud moan just as the onscreen hero pinned the heroine against the frame of an intricate 19th-century bed. Soon enough, he’d have his dick inside her, but we weren’t bound by similar time constraints.
I took my time, sucking, licking, running my hungry tongue along his beautiful length. Meanwhile, the heroine was moaning, more sensual than heated, as the juxtapositional frame showed the villain walking a long corridor toward the hero’s chambers. Heightened music accompanied the frames.
Sujit’s hand slipped into my hair and gripped it gently, guiding me to where he loved it most. I obliged, then ran afirm tongue over his sac, and a hiss escaped his mouth. I did it again, and his grip on my hair tightened. I took him in again, attempting to swallow him entirely. Sounds of wanton moans and rhythmic music flowed from the screen. Sujit’s grip on my hair moved from the nape to my scalp. Heat rose up my body, and I sucked harder, feeling the vein underneath get plump and taut.
The temperature in the room shot up several degrees. Neither said a word. Neither invoked any deity. Suddenly, a hard cry from the screen made me stop and gawk. We both burst out laughing just as the villain pushed open the door, attempting to catch the couple red-handed. Only it was a different room, with a different horny couple going at it hard and strong. Too loud, too coarse.
I tittered and shut the laptop screen. Sujit grabbed it from the bed and gently deposited it to the side table.
The relaxed censorship on streaming platforms had allowed for desire to be openly displayed on screen but it remained arrested in the shadow of binaries. There was “good people” sex, and then there was “bad people” sex. One was soft, partially shielded, passionate, tender. The other, exposed, vulgar, kinky, bawdy. Nowhere was this more pronounced than in period dramas.
Which category did Sujit and I fall under, I wondered as I lowered myself down on him. His heat and thickness instantly took over me. My head fell back as I rode him with enthusiasm. He gripped my breasts, tweezing my nipples with the same intensity.
“Oh, Sujit!” I cried, out of breath, and paused to kiss him. I drove my tongue deep into his mouth and was reciprocated with vigor. His hands moved to my bottom and squeezed my cheeks, sending a thrill up my spine.
When I found my breath again, I grazed against him, his clean softness rubbing tight on my clit. He felt my pelvis tighten and brought his mouth to cover my breast.
“Yes…tease me,” I urged, hovering at the edge.
He sucked harder and rolled his tongue over my rigid nipple. It was becoming hard for my weakening body to keep up the rhythm. I felt him pulsate inside me. He reached around me and put a moist finger on my bottom.
With his finger teasing my sensitive nerves, he said in my ear, “Come, sweetheart. Come hard for me.”
That was the moment the dam burst open, and my legs tightened around his hips. I let out a gasp, my voice thwarting inside me. The sweet spasm contracted all the muscles in my abdomen and pelvis. His thick dick remained steady inside me, fighting against the contractions. I loved how he stretched me all the way to my core and touched my soul. I loved the way my body could swallow him whole and garner that satisfied smile on his face. My muscles were just about to relax when I felt him throb and come inside me, and they tightened all over again. I was falling in love with the feeling.