Love Me Like You Do

chapter 9 (Mature)

Shravan is running both his hands through his hair and pacing up and down his study.

Shravan: I don’t understand why you didn’t tell me.  He asked me.

Suman: The subject never came up. I’m not in the habit of revealing my sexual status to everyone I meet. I mean, we hardly know each other.

I’m staring at my hands. Why am I feeling guilty? Why is he so mad? I peek up at him.

Shravan: I knew you were inexperienced, but a virgin! He says it like it’s a really dirty word.

Shravan: Hell, sumo, I just showed you, he groans. “May God forgive me. Have you ever been kissed, apart from by me?”

Suman: Of course I have.

Shravan: And a nice young man hasn’t swept you off your feet? I just don’t understand. You’re twenty-one, nearly twenty-two. You’re beautiful.

He runs his hand through his hair again.

Shravan: Men must throw themselves at you.

Suman: Never what I’ve wanted. I whisper.

Shravan: Do you want to go?  he asks, his voice gentle.

Suman: No, unless you want me to go,  I murmur.

Shravan: Of course not. I like having you here.

He frowns as he says this and then glances at his watch.

Shravan: It’s late.

And he turns to look at me. “You’re biting your lip.” His voice is husky, and he’s eyeing me speculatively.

Suman: Sorry.

Shravan: Don’t apologize. It’s just that I want to bite it too, hard.

I gasp… how can he say things like that to me and not expect me to be affected.

Shravan: Come,  he murmurs.

Suman: What?

Shravan: We’re going to rectify the situation right now.

Suman: What do you mean? What situation?

He takes my hand and leads me through the apartment.

His bedroom is vast. The ceiling height windows look out on a lit up, high-rise Seattle. The walls are white, and the furnishings are pale blue. The enormous bed is ultra-modern, made of rough, grey wood, like driftwood, four posts, but no canopy. On the wall above it is a stunning painting of the sea.

My breath is shallow, and I can’t take my eyes off him. He strolls slowly toward me. My blood’s pumping around my body.

Shravan: Do you have any idea how much I want you, suman tiwari?

He whispers. My breath hitches. I cannot take my eyes off his. He reaches up and gently runs his fingers down my cheek to my chin.

Leaning down, he kisses me. His lips are demanding, firm and slow, molding mine. He starts unbuttoning my shirt while he places feather-like kisses across my jaw, my chin, and the corners of my mouth. Slowly he peels it off me and lets it fall to the floor. He stands back and gazes at me. I’m in the pale blue lacy perfect-fit bra.

Shravan: You have the most beautiful skin, pale and flawless. I want to kiss every single inch of it.

He murmurs, and both of his hands are in my hair, grasping each side of my head. His kiss is demanding, his tongue and lips coaxing mine. I moan, and my tongue tentatively meets his. He puts his arms around me and hauls me against his body, squeezing me tightly. One hand remains in my hair, the other travels down my spine to my waist and down to my behind. His hand flexes over my backside and squeezes gently. He holds me against his hips, and I feel his erection, which he languidly pushes into me. I moan once more into his mouth.I want him so badly. Gripping his upper arms, I feel his biceps, he’s surprisingly strong… muscular. Tentatively, I move my hands up to his face and into his hair. It’s so soft, unruly. I tug gently, and he groans. He eases me toward the bed, until I feel it behind my knees.then pushes me gently so I fall on to the mattress. Still kneeling, he grasps my foot and undoes my Converse, pulling off my shoe and sock. I raise myself up on my elbows to see what he’s doing. He removes my other shoe and sock, then stands and removes my jeans. I’m lying on his bed dressed only in my inners and he’s staring down at me.

Shravan: You’re very beautiful, suman.

He undoes the buttons of his jeans and slowly pulls his jeans down, his eyes on mine the whole time. He leans down over me and, grasping each of my ankles, quickly jerks my legs apart and crawls onto the bed between my legs. He hovers over me. I am squirming with need.

Shravan: Keep still,

He murmurs, and then he leans down and kisses the inside of my thigh, trailing kisses up.

Oh… I can’t keep still. How can I not move? I wriggle beneath him.

Shravan: We’re going to have to work on keeping you still, baby.

He trails kisses up my belly, and his tongue dips into my navel. Still he’s heading north, kissing me across my torso. My skin is burning. I’m flushed, too hot, too cold, and I’m clawing at the sheet beneath me.

Suddenly, he sits up and tugs my panties off and throws them on the floor. Pulling off
his boxer brief.He reaches over to his bedside table and grabs a foil packet, and then he moves between my legs, spreading them further apart.

Shravan: Don’t worry,

He breathes, his eyes on mine, He leans down, his hands on either side of my head, so he’s hovering over me, staring down into my eyes, his jaw clenched, eyes burning.

Shravan: You really want to do this?

he asks softly.

Suman: Please

I beg.

he positions himself and he slams into me. He shifts onto his elbows so I can feel his weight on me, holding me down. He moves slowly at first, easing himself in and out of
me. And as I grow accustomed to the alien feeling, my hips move tentatively to meet his. He speeds up. He grasps my head between his hands and kisses me hard, his teeth pulling at my lower lip again. He shifts slightly, and I can feel something building deep inside me, like before. I start to stiffen as he thrusts on and on. My body quivers, bows, a sheen of sweat gathers over me. Oh my… I didn’t know it would feel like this… didn’t know it could feel as good as this. My thoughts are scattering... there’s only sensation... only him... only me… oh please… I stiffen.

Shravan: Come for me, sumo

he whispers breathlessly, and I unravel at his words, exploding around him as I climax and splinter into a million pieces underneath him. And as he comes, he calls out my name, thrusting hard, then stilling as he empties himself into me. I am still panting, trying to slow my breathing, my thumping heart. I open my eyes, and he has his fore-
head pressed against mine, his eyes closed, his breathing ragged. Shravan’s eyes flickers open and gaze down at me, dark but soft. He’s still inside me. Leaning down, he gently presses a kiss against my forehead then slowly pulls out of me.

He lies down beside me propped on one elbow. He tucks a stray strand of my hair behind my ear. He puts his hand under my chin and tips my head back, staring
down at me. His eyes are intense as he examines my face. I realize that I’ve not seen his naked chest before. Instinctively, I reach out to run my fingers through the smattering of dark hair on his chest to see how it feels. Immediately, he holds my hand.
I drop my hand and frown. I don’t think I’ve ever touched his torso. He opens a chest of
drawers and pulls out a t-shirt and quickly slips it on.

He clambers in beside me and pulls me into his embrace, wrapping his arms around me so that I’m facing away from him. He kisses my hair gently, and he inhales deeply.

Shravan: Sleep, sweet Suman

He murmurs, and I close my eyes.

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