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Her mouth snapped shut. He grinned. Those intense eyes with that sudden grin. If her stomach hadn’t reached her core yet then she was sure it was pumping there now.

One perfect eyebrow shot up, that grin widened — “What happened, Kumari? Shy now?”

“N…” she cleared her throat, getting on her elbows. “No. Why would I be shy?”

“Then I am waiting.”

“For what?”

“For you to say what I am too shy to do.”

“Umm… sex. You are too shy to have sex with me. Isn’t that why you drew your little hard limit?”

He wetted his lips. Then bit the bottom one. Was all the oxygen sucked out of the air or were her lungs tight? He took one step towards her and more of the oxygen was sucked out. Her chest dipped. He leaned over her, slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her up to sitting. She gasped.

“Just doing something,” he informed. “Don’t mind me.”

Something happened behind her neck and the top of her dress was falling from her chest. She bucked forward to save it and pushed into his chest. His very vibrating chest.

“Samarth!” She gasped but found his body going still.

Her bare breasts were pressing against the linen of his shirt.

She inhaled. His scent in her nose, his warmth holding her close, and then his hand gathered her hair.

He pushed it off her shoulders, and slowly pushed her body off his.

She squinted her eyes closed, feeling the cool air on her bare chest. And then it was hot, warm lips.

On the centre of her throat — in that place where a pulse thudded.

“Ava.”

Her eyes opened and dropped to his dark head still bent, lips ghosting over her wild pulse.

“I have a sporty body…” she warned him. “I like it, you better like it too.”

Samarth’s head pushed off her throat — “I don’t just like it,” his black eyes looked into hers. Then dropped to her breasts, his hand coming to lay over one — slow, tentative, then all at once.

“I love it, and you better love it too.”

His mouth bent and kissed one. She inhaled.

As if spurred on by her reaction, he left another kiss, this one longer.

She left air through her mouth, trying to control the storm brewing down below.

Watching porn with friends and then doing things to yourself at night should have been a teenage thing.

She had carried that practise into adulthood. This… this was…

“You don’t like this?” He asked, eyebrows raised from her breasts.

“No… I mean, yes, I like it…” Avantika panted. “Why?”

“Your face is twisted.”

“Oh shit! Is that how I look when I am aroused?”

He chuckled. “So you like it when I do this?” He opened his mouth and took one peak between his lips. Her mouth dropped open, eyes unable to look away from his. “More of that…” she gasped as his teeth nipped into her flesh. Her lower body bucked of its own accord but his was there to hold it down.

“More?” He asked with a mouthful.

“More, yes…”

And then he bolstered confidence of his own.

As if awakened, his mouth went wild over her breasts.

First one, then the other, then back to the first one.

She couldn’t believe it felt like those two areas of her body would control so many sensations.

But they did. And his mouth controlled them — laving, sucking, biting, and again laving.

“Samarth, I might come like this…”

“Is this a warning or a prize announcement?” His head popped up.

She laughed — “I mean… you are not naked.”

He reached for her hands that had been at her sides. How had she managed to hold them down through his torture? Samarth brought them up and to his shirt.

Avantika had ranked in the meritorious list of school and university.

She did not need to be told twice. She began to unbutton his shirt.

He had ranked on that list right there with her, so he did not need to be told either.

He began to push off her steadily, letting her unbutton down his torso.

And then his chest was her playground. He hadn’t even pushed the material off completely before she ran her hands up his chest, into the light smattering of hair that looked even better when it peeped from the open collar of his shirt.

It made a crisping noise and she scratched her fingernails down to his navel. He hissed.

“Sorry… I went crazy…”

“Go crazy, Ava… just… slow.”

She glanced up at his face and it was contorted. She giggled.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Why?” She pushed the cradle of her lap up until he was notched in. Perfectly. His mouth opened with an f, went to the u but then her chuckle made him stop.

“We have done this before, Samarth,” she smirked. “Lots of times in school. We just didn’t know how to make it happen.”

“Yeah, this time it’s different,” he managed to spit out, working to pull himself off her. She circled her legs around his waist and tugged him back down.

“Why different?”

He took a deep breath, and then held her head between his hands — “This time it’s happening.”

“But not all at once.”

He rolled his eyes and jumped to his feet. She thought he might stop even this when he unbuckled his belt, the metal sound hot. He pulled the leather out of its loop and set it on the bed beside her. And then, without even a second’s hesitation, he pushed his pants down. Avantika sat up.

“Wo…” she came face to face with him, even if covered in black briefs. His hand came to her chin and he rubbed a thumb over it. Back and forth, back and forth, until she had the courage to tear her eyes away from the view in front of her and look at his face.

“Naked enough for you?”

“Not really…” she shrieked as he grabbed the hem of her dress and pushed it down — down, down, under her hips and off her legs.

She was left in her thong. A white silk one, that she had bought yesterday for this very occasion, and was now too shy to let show.

She tried to close her legs but he pushed her up the bed and held them open.

“You wanna try something?” He asked, kissing the dent of her ankle. Her chest softened.

“Hmmm…” she managed.

“No more naked after this,” he laid down the rule, leaving open-mouthed kisses up her calf. “We don’t have to go all the way,” he turned her knee, just slightly, and laid a kiss in that indent too. Her body tightened. His teeth barred and pressed into that soft flesh.

“How do you know all this…” she gasped.

“I listen, Ava,” he laved at the indent.

“To podcasts?”

His body vibrated, his mouth leaving the spot and moving up, to her thigh, to the edge of her thong. She inhaled, all oxygen long gone.

“To you,” his eyes met hers and he used his teeth again.

This time barely. That was the worst — when he just hovered, or touched and retreated.

That drove her insane. And he knew it! He knew it so soon because again he did it, with his hand over her thong, over her flesh that was feeling like it was submerged in a pool. A heated pool.

“Touch me, don’t do that!” She rebuked. He chuckled, and continued his assault, his fingers skimming, then moving away.

“Samartth! I’ll kill you!”

“Promise?” He rose up to her and his weight settled into her.

The bulge in his briefs pushed into her.

She thought he would use his hand but he was as unpredictable in this as he had been in life.

He took her hands and clasped his fingers with hers, pushing them off and over her body.

His knees dug into the mattress and he moved.

One long stroke. She wanted to whimper. He was almost there.

“Some pushing and some more nakedness and…”

“No more nakedness until we are more comfortable,” he cut her off.

“More comfortable? I am joking with you during sex!” She fought, moving up when he moved down, finding that rhythm of their teens.

“You’re joking to hide how shy you are feeling, Ava,” he banged into her, Then slowed his assault. Banged again, then slowed for a few more waves. She was half gone but his words made her snap out.

“Open communication — are you shy or not?”

“Yes,” she murmured.

“Sorry?” He pushed his ear close to her mouth, shoving in so hard that her whole body pushed up the bed. She bit his ear, hard. He laughed. She moved her hips from left to right and his balls came in the line of fire. All that laughter melted.

“I am smashing it out of the stadium now,” she grinned, discovering her own moves. He went in with the one that he had discovered for her and like some perfect symphony of some perfect puzzle pieces, they fit with one another. Until, her spiral looked imminent.

“It’s happened… it’s happening… oohhh… Samarth it’s happening…”

“Let it happen,” he pounded, surprisingly so attuned to what she needed. His thrusts hit home, just where she wanted, and she lost control of herself. All over. But Avantika knew her hips were moving to stroke him across the right spots and she felt before she heard him lose focus.

“Oh… Ava… shit, can’t help it…” his moves became unhinged and just as she gained back her sense, he lost his, collapsing slowly over her.

Silence.

His slow, deep breaths.

Her own happy pants.

“Open communication — I have come with my fingers but never felt like this.”

“Let me breathe. I’ll say something,” he panted into her hair. She chuckled, letting go of his hands and circling his shoulders. This felt like the most intimate they had been. Even if they hadn’t gone all the way, this was it. This felt like it . She squeezed him tight.

“Do you realise something?” He asked.

“What?”

“That I haven’t kissed you since we entered this room,” he rose on his forearms and planted his mouth over hers. She opened and his tongue swiped lazily.

“I have to go and clean up but I cannot get myself to move.”

“Don’t move then,” she held him tighter and he turned, taking her along. She could feel the mess between them. Both of them needed cleaning up. But that could wait.

“How was it?” She asked.

He gaped at her in wonderment. A chuckle left his mouth — “You have to ask?”

“Inflate a girl’s ego.”