Page 17 of That Same Old Love

Samrat was dreaming again. He felt someone tugging his arms and whispering sultrily.

“Samrat, wake up,” he heard the whisper again.

Somehow managing to pry his eyes open, he saw Mahi’s face in the dim lighting of the room. He thought he was having another dream about her and was slowly getting aroused at the feel of her hands caressing his naked torso.

She was sitting on top of him and he could feel her body heat through their clothes. She was touching his cheek gently and he groaned into her hand.

“Oh god,” he whispered. “Why won’t you leave me alone in my dreams?”

She laughed softly and said, “It’s only fair that I don’t, because you won’t leave my dreams either. But that’ll be resolved soon. No turning back, remember?”

“What?” he asked in confusion.

“You want me and I want you too, desperately. I’m sick of you leaving me wanting more each time. There is no right time for us to be together,” she whispered in his ear.

Samrat was slowly realizing that he wasn’t dreaming.

He recalled going to Mahi’ brother’s house that evening before returning to their vacation house.

He also remembered her anguish when she talked about her unsupportive parents, and then him turning her down later when she wanted to begin their deal.

This is not a dream.

That thought woke him up completely and he stared at her in slight shock.

She was still wearing the red and black lingerie that looked provocative in spite of covering most of her body. But more than her attire or her body, it was the expression she had on her face that was the most provocative. She had a wicked smile that held endless promises.

“Mahi, I’ve already told you that you are not ready tonight and I don’t want to take advantage of you,” he said sternly.

He was about to sit up and reach for her, but his hands got pulled back. Turning his head sharply, he saw that his hands were handcuffed to the bed posts on both the sides. He snapped his head back to her.

“Why am I handcuffed to the bed?” he demanded and then grimaced.

They were hot fluffy pink in color.

She smiled seductively and leaned towards him.

“Excuse me for the color. The black ones didn’t have enough cushioning.

Anyway, I’ve decided that tonight I’m finally having you like we planned.

I’ve been craving you for way too long and you’ve been finding excuses to turn me down.

There are no more excuses. You’ll be under my control tonight.

To do what I want with you. How does that sound, Mr. Control Freak? ” she whispered tauntingly.

His eyes and nose flared at her remark. “You are playing a dangerous game Mahi. You are in way over your head and have no idea what I want to do to you right now. If you did, you would—” he broke off with a groan as she leaned forward and bit him on his chin.

“Promises. Promises. You keep saying that, but you never did follow through the threat. I’m looking forward to it. But not right now… because tonight, I’m in charge,” she whispered in his ear and stroked him through his boxers.

His hips bucked and he groaned.

“Sounds like you like it,” she said sultrily.

“Mahi,” he rasped. “Free my hands.”

“Why? You don’t like it?” She pouted slightly. “How about this?” She pulled down his sleeping shorts and stroked him over the boxers.

He didn’t say anything and his breathing turned harsh as he kept staring at her.

She leaned towards him again.

“You had your chance earlier this night and you blew it. Now it’s my turn,” she whispered and bit his earlobe with enough pressure to cause a slight sting.

Her bite caused a tremor that shot straight to his already painful arousal.

“Release me,” he repeated roughly, finally finding his voice as he tried to steady his breathing.

“Shh… ” she said and held his face to kiss him lightly on his lips. And then she bit lightly into his bottom lip and held it between her teeth. Tugging it out slightly, she raised her eyes to look at him with a small smile.

Samrat didn’t return her smile. He was still watching her intensely. With a ton of heat and a little bit of anger.

Mahi slowly released his lip, shivering a little at his look.

Samrat was in handcuffs and she held the upper hand. But still, he looked like a wild predator who was allowing his prey to have some fun… until it was meal time.

Shaking her head slightly at the fanciful thoughts, she moved lower. She swirled her tongue on his nipples, and then bit them, and then licked them, before continuing her way down similarly, biting and licking down his torso, until she reached her destination.

His arms and shoulders were tensed against the restraints, and he groaned while clenching his fists in both anticipation and annoyance.

“I want to touch you too. Release me right now!” he ordered roughly as she dragged down his boxers.

But she didn’t reply or couldn’t reply. She simply stared at what she just revealed.

Samrat felt raw and exposed as Mahi stared at his arousal with a hungry concentration.

“Mahi, release me. Now,” he repeated roughly, breaking her trance. His eyes flared as they glared at her, having a tough time torn between pride, common sense and intense lust.

She looked at his face as she tried to catch her breath and maintain her calm. She was both excited and nervous about finally touching him the way she wanted to for a long time. But she needed him to want her too. Not just with his body, but in his mind.

“I can leave… or I can stay. It’s up to you,” she said finally.

He didn’t reply.

“You can touch me some other time Samrat. I really need this,” she insisted softly, looking at him with a silent question.

When he didn’t reply again, she felt the disappointment hit her and she slowly got down the bed and stood next to him.

She had tried, and she lost. And she didn’t want to beg a man to be with her.

She was about to leave his room when she heard him.

“No. Don’t leave,” he said gruffly.

She turned and looked at him.

“Are you sure?” she asked him with a slight challenge in her voice even as she felt uncertain herself.

“Yes. Touch me. Put your hands… and mouth on me,” he counterchallenged. He was still a little put out that his lust won.

She smiled at him and climbed back on top of the bed. And this time, instead of sitting on top of him, she put a knee on bed and knelt beside him.

She paused for a few seconds as felt all her previous boldness slowly disappearing. She had never touched a guy that way before. She didn’t know if she would even be good at it.

She turned towards the night lamp, thinking that maybe if she turned off the lights, she could get bolder.

“Don’t turn off the light. I want to watch you,” he said huskily.

Oh shit. Well, better make it very good for him then , she thought as she slowly began to lower her head while watching him, and then kissed him there.

He almost reared off the bed at the first touch.

She continued kissing him in small pecks. And then, closing her eyes, she licked him, and then sucked him. She kept repeating it until his eyes rolled over and he groaned out loudly.

His hips began to move to aid her, but after some time he stilled. “Wait. Not like this. Take me into you,” he demanded hoarsely.

She released him from her mouth and slowly sat on his upper thighs.

He watched her as she tore open a wrapper and slowly rolled a condom on him. He groaned at the sight of her slowly lowering her body on top of him, with her eyes closed and her head thrown back.

She was fully aroused, but there was still some discomfort while accommodating him.

It had been many years since she last had sex, and she had even given birth to a baby since then.

But when she took him completely inside her body, she had to stop, and stay still, while her body adjusted to his size.

Panting shakily, she opened her eyes. Their loud breaths were the only sounds in the room.

He was watching her and the moment their eyes met, both of them felt a jolt.

Something shifted between them, and they both recognized it.

They were joined together in the most intimate way possible, but they still stared at each other in shock as though they were wondering how they ended up in the current position. All of their past interactions over the years leading up to this moment flashed through their minds, overwhelming them.

She shook her head slightly to get rid of those confusing thoughts and feelings, and focused on the current moment.

“You are so deep,” she said in a shaky moan, feeling the tingles begin inside her.

“Not deep enough,” he said and thrust up, making them both groan out in pleasure.

Watching him, she slowly began to ride him, and then steadily increased the pace. She could feel the sparks shooting up from her core, and her body tightening with a pressure. Tiny bundles of nerves she didn’t know she had, started quivering within her.

She wanted to be on the top, and have control of the situation, to enjoy her new found sexuality without any reservations. She could move over him at her own pace and could touch him however she liked.

And she did touch him, everywhere, driving him insane.

Closing her eyes, she felt the ecstasy build, while she moved up and down, sometimes a little slowly, and then faster as she felt the tremors begin.

Soon she was able to direct her own orgasm and came with a loud cry.

He was thrusting wildly underneath her, lost in a haze. But he stilled as soon as he felt her internal muscles clenching him tightly with her climax, driving him over the edge. He found his own climax with an unrestrained roar that sounded untamed and primitive to her ears.

She collapsed on top of him and held him as his body trembled and shuddered in jerks.

After their bodies calmed down, she looked into his eyes, “So worth the wait,” she said softly and kissed him gently on his lips.

Samrat was still trying to catch his breath and wrap his head around what had happened.

Meantime, Mahi got up in a daze and cleaned him before covering him with a blanket. Then staggering back to her room, she fell on the bed and slept like the dead.