Initially, she tensed, but he didn’t try to enter her any further. Instead, he focused on her breasts and her mouth, kissing her, teasing her, making her relax, until she suddenly found he’d slipped easily inside of her. Then he withdrew and she clutched his shoulders, not wanting him to withdraw. But it seemed he was only withdrawing to enter again. And this time, it felt easier.
She held on to him as the rhythm increased along with the spiraling of sensation coiling around and around, until all thought was consumed by the compelling need for satisfaction, even though she didn’t know what that was. But she knew there was more.
They rose and fell together, totally in sync, until one deep thrust had her finding the release which she craved, and she cried out his name. Only then did his rhythm change and, with short quick thrusts he came inside of her. Her muscles continued to flutter around him like aftershocks. Only when her breathing returned to normal did he kiss her and roll off, pulling her into his arms. She could hear the hammering of his heart as she pressed her cheek to his chest.
Tentatively she swept the palm of her hand over his stomach. She’d been too nervous before, but now she took her time to explore his body. She’d long wanted to touch his chest, to feel the hairs she’d seen above his open-necked shirts, and the contours of his chest. She pressed her lips where her hand had been. The hairs created a strange sensation against her tongue and she loved the taste of him. Pure mouth-watering male. He gave a small moan of pleasure and she glanced up to see his eyes closed. He was enjoying it. It gave her the courage to continue her exploration of his body. She copied his earlier actions by kissing and then licking first one nipple and then the other.
A glance at his erection showed her all she needed to know. He was as ready for her as she was for him. She sat astride him, her sex close to his, her gaze fixed on his face, gauging his pleasure from her movement, watching his every response. She dipped her head to kiss him and gasped as her sensitive nipples brushed against his chest hair. She repeated the movement before kissing him far more deeply than they’d done before. She had a hand on either side of his head, to hold herself up as she explored his tongue, his mouth, his lips. Then she opened her mouth and let his tongue mimic what he’d done to her—flicking in and out—and she felt her sex pulse with desire. Her need for him overcame any trace of soreness.
She pulled away, and took his erection between both her hands. She explored its girth, allowing her fingers to trail up its silky length and lightly massage its tip. He fell back with a gasp, and closed his eyes.
She felt incredibly powerful, and it gave her the courage to take the initiative. Lifting herself up, she held him steady, and slid down onto him. She took him inside of her, inch by inch, and closed her eyes at the bliss of the sensation of his erection rubbing against her as she descended onto him. She almost felt shattered when she’d finally taken him in. He was at her very core, his heat and pulsing need filling her totally.
Then she shifted, carefully at first, as she tried different positions until she found the one she liked, leaning forward slightly so that as she rose, he rubbed against her in such an erotic way that she found herself moving instinctively up and down on him. As she rose, she drew him into her with muscles tightened deliberately, before relaxing and sinking down on him again. She couldn’t believe such bliss existed and she closed her eyes to experience it more intensely. The pace quickened, dictated by the needs of her body.
He gripped her hands and watched her as she continued to rise and fall, her breathing becoming more ragged with each movement. Suddenly she opened her eyes and cried out as ecstasy slammed through her.
Trembling, she folded on top of him and into his arms. He kissed her head.
“You, Indra, are a revelation. You aresobeautiful,soresponsive, andsosexy.”
She smiled against his chest, kissing it briefly. “You’re only saying that because we’re married,” she said. She shot him a quick grin.
But he didn’t smile back. With one quick movement, he flipped her over, and she was beneath him again, but this time he wasn’t waiting for her. He thrust deeply into her. “I’m saying it,” he said between thrusts, “because making love to you is far more than I’d imagined.” His thrusting remained steady. “And,” he said, with a grunt, “I’d imagined a lot.”
She moved under him, exploring his body, tasting his skin, and tracing the muscles and sinews of his back with her fingers. “And what else had you imagined?” she asked, nipping his neck with her teeth.
“I’ll show you later,” he said, before crying out her name as he came hard and fast. The word was consumed by her mouth as he kissed her and she knew, then and there, that she would never be the same again. Before tonight, she’d been married to Sebastian. But now she knew she was tied to him irrevocably. Whatever happened between them—and she had no idea what that might be—nothing would ever be the same again.
Much later, Indra shifted her head from its position on top of his shoulder to look out the window. Moonlight spilled into the uncurtained room, filling it with magic. And for the first time, she suddenly thought that they hadn’t taken any precautions. She might be pregnant. For one shocked moment, she wondered how she should feel. Then she smiled and relaxed against him. And she knew that nothing bad could come from such a union, could it?
It was still dark when Sebastian awoke. At some point in the night, they’d found a faux fur throw to cover themselves with, but one of Indra’s elegant slender legs was hooked over his leg and her sex was pressed against his hip. Her glossy dark hair covered her more modestly than the throw, and her face was pressed against his chest. It was as if she were a part of him.
She’d been a virgin and yet she’d been hot for him as soon as the initial doubts and fears had been lain to rest. She hadn’t been able to get enough of him, and he most certainly couldn’t get enough of her. Who’d have thought that beneath such a very proper, aloof beauty, existed a woman who harbored such desires? He certainly hadn’t, and he was floored by how natural she was and how incredibly sexy their night together had been.
There was no moonlight now, only the starlight, which was all the brighter for the lack of the moon. And it was by the starlight that he traced his fingers over her shoulder and breasts. He stayed there a while, appreciating their full shape and dark brown nipples. He drew in a measured breath as he tried, without success, to prevent an erection. It rose like a soldier ready for duty, but there was no way he was going to disturb her. She’d be sore after the night they’d had, and tired. And he didn’t want a tired Indra for the next day and next night. The sudden thought that there was nothing to stop them from making love whenever and wherever they wanted seemed almost incredible.
For the first time since his father had pulled this ridiculous stunt on him, Sebastian thanked him. Whatever his motives had been, they’d obviously backfired, because he couldn’t get enough of this beautiful woman.
He looked down at her, scared to move because he didn’t want to disturb her. Her breathing was even and warm against his skin. The scent of her hair and skin filled his nostrils. While he was unable to prevent his arousal he succeeded in not acting on it. That was a first.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d spent such a night with a woman. Nor could he remember having been so moved by a lover. Trouble was, she was still an enigma. A woman with secrets. A woman who he’d been forced to marry and with whom he shared what should have rightfully been his alone.
But what a woman! Could he come to terms with how his father had tricked him into marriage? Could he accept his father’s manipulation of his life even after death? He thought his father had been laughing at him. But who had the last laugh now?
At some point, he must have fallen asleep, still entangled with Indra, because a banging at the door suddenly woke them both up.
“Miss Anand! Are you in there? The door appears to be locked.” It was Indra’s secretary.
Indra tumbled off him. “Yes. I mean, just a moment.” Quickly, she pulled on her jeans. Sebastian noted with satisfaction that she’d forgotten her panties. He’d enjoy pulling her jeans off later.
He pulled on his own trousers.
“The door’s bolted. We got stuck in here,” Indra called out. “Just a moment.”
“Bolted?” They could hear the secretary moving around outside. “Ah, I see it, right at the top.”
There was a jiggling and some rough sliding and the door opened to reveal a very perplexed-looking secretary.