Air Beneath My Wings(On Hold)

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Her body shook with his thrusts, she could see herself, half closing her eyes, unmoving. She was in a trance. It was heaven.

Arnav pulled up her legs on his shoulder. As Khushi saw her pointed red heels in the reflection, she saw how extremely close they were. She could see him inside of her.

Finally snapping out, she got up, and kissed him hard, clearly breaking his trance.

He gulped. "Khushi, I-" He tried to move away.

"Shut up."

He look at her determined eyes.

"Why is there glass on the ceiling?"

"Look up." He said softly.

She did. He moved deeper inside her, making her gasp and her eyes went wide at the reflection.

"Some people like seeing themselves."

"Like a, like a sex movie?" She asked.

Arnav titled his head.

"God, I like it too. But it distracted me. Now that you have my full attention," Khushi moved her thighs, "fuck me."

"Khushi, I dont-"

"You already started Arnav. Finish what you started."

He pulled her to himself, pressing into her. Then he pushed her back down. She gasped and looked at him.

He thrust inside her, and Khushi closed her eyes. She did not control a single reaction of hers. As she felt her orgasm nearing, Arnav stopped and laid down her legs.

He hovered over her, and Khushi opened her eyes. The ceiling was nothing compared to this man's eyes. It was this she should be looking into. Apparently, he thought along the same lines, as his thrusts became faster than the previously deep ones.

Khushi gulped as she felt the onslaught of her orgasm. This was sex? He was looking at her as if she was a prized possession. His prized possession. She wanted to be his. Over and over again. His jaw tightened as she felt a particularly deep thrust. Suddenly, he was out.

His eyes closed, his breath started to relax.

Only when he collapsed beside her, a hand on her stomach, that she understood the severity of the situation. "You didn't... did you... inside...?"

"No." She heard him. "Have to careful around you."

"Careful?"

He turned to her. "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do this?"

"Is that why you brought me here? So I would be distracted?" She pointed to the ceiling.

"No. It's the nearest from your house."

Khushi turned red at that. He was impatient. "So my first time, and I blanked out for half of it. Good job."

"Our first time."

"Yes yes, same thing."

"Khushi..."

"Hmm?"

He gulped. "You are my first."

She looked at him in astonishment. First? Didn't he once tell her that he had tortured a lot of women? Women who gave in on the first attack? So how was she his first? "You can't mean..."

He pulled her to himself, straightening her dress. "I do mean that."

His eyes were honest, she could read them. She was his first. An elated feeling coursed through her. Whatever this man was, he never actually forced himself on someone. "How come?" She asked.