THE HALF OF IT

Part-6

"Would that be so bad?", she asked, opening the buttons of his shirt. She opened the first three buttons n traced his fingers on his chest stopping at her tattoo.

“I’m not asking for any promises, Karan. I just want you to fuck me,” she said, chipping away at all his good intentions. She raised up on her tiptoes so that her mouth softly, seductively brushed the correr of his.

There was only so much teasing a man could take, and she’d just pushed him past his limit. Before he came to his senses—and Jesus, did he really want to deny them both at this point?—he thrust all ten fingers into her hair and around to the back of  her head so he was now the one in control and sealed his mouth over hers.

Her lips parted on a gasp of surprise, and he didn’t hesitate to sweep his tongue inside so he could thoroughly taste her. She was hotter and sweeter than he’d imagined, and as the kiss intensified even more, she gripped his shoulders and made the sexiest noises in the back of her throat. Heat rushed through him at the thought of  hearing more of those erotic sounds when he buried himself deep inside of her.

She wanted to fuck? Fine. He’d give her what she wanted, what she needed, without making any personal demands tonight. But tomorrow, before they left Boston and headed home to San Francisco, he’d have her last name and number in his cell phone. Because he already knew that one night with Teju wasn’t going to be enough. And by morning, she’d realize that, too. He’d make sure of it.

When he fimally ended the kiss and lifed his head to look down at her, she was breathing as hard as he was. The desire etching her beautiful features enthralled him. Bringing one hand down to her jaw, he skimmed his thumb along her wet bottom lip, “If we are doing this, we are doing it my way,” he told her.

She blinked languidly at him. “And what way is that?”

“I want to take my time.” He slowly traced a finger down the red lace framing her breasts, watching as her nipples furled tight and hard against the thin fabric. “We’ve got all night, and I want to enjoy this. I want to enjoy you.”

“Umm, yes, please,” she whispered in agreement.

Taking her hand in his, he led her back to the couch. He sat down and drew her closer. “Straddle my lap, sweetheart.”

With his help, she moved over him, settling her knees on either side of his hips and resting her bottom on his thighs.

“Will you take off your shirt?” she asked, and he wasn't sure why she’d even bothered to ask permission since her hands were already opening the left buttons, clearly eager to get rid of the clothing. He took over, pulling the shirt off his shoulders and tossing it aside.

Her appreciative gaze took in his shoulders and chest as she touched him reverently, hands skimming along his pecs, her thumbs gracing his nipples and her fingers following the taut lines of muscle cutting across his abdomen. She licked her lips like she wanted to put that sultry mouth all over him but didn’t know where to start, though he certainly had plenty of ideas.

“God, you are so . . . everything,” she said, her voice filled with awe.

He slid his palms up her bare arms, her skin so incredibly soft beneath his sore calloused, work-roughened fingers. “So everything?” he questioned curiously.

She nodded, those wandering hands of hers feeling up his firm biceps before moving down to his chest, where her fingers trailed across the tattoo. “So hot. Hard. Gorgeous. Sexy."

Pressing his hands between her shoulder blades, he brought her in closer so he could graze his teeth along her shoulder and nuzzle his damp, parted lips against her neck and inhale her arousing feminine scent. He sucked on her supple skin, loving the way she shivered and moaned and arched toward him so uninhibitedly.

His fingers found the thin straps holding up her lingerie, and he dragged them both down her arms. “Your turn to show me your chest,” he teased as he sat back against the couch cushion and slowly peeled away the lacy material.

His breath hitched in his throat when her perfect tits bounced free. “Jesus Christ, you’re stunning,” he rasped, and didn’t hesitate to fill his hands with all that beauty. He rolled her diamond-hard nipples between his fingers before giving into the need to taste her. He licked one deliciously stiff peak, swirled his tongue around her areola, and she buried her fingers in his hair, gripping the strands and holding him there while murmuring the words more, more, more.

He obliged, his hot, wet mouth taking her deeper, sucking harder, his teeth scraping just enough to add a bit of pleasurable pain that had her whispering with desire. Her knees locked against his hips, and she rocked against his confined erection, this time chanting Please.

He dropped a hand between her spread legs, fully expecting to have to deal with the barrier of her panties . . . except, fuck, they were crotchless, and his fingers slid against her bare pussy, granting him immediate access. A possessive growl tore from Karan’s chest, because while Teju might have bought the sexy outfit and underwear for her ex, she’d worn it for him.

And, she was already slick with arousal, making it incredibly easy to sink two fingers into all that tight heat. He rubbed his thumb against her clit, stroking that sensitive flesh rhythmically. Her body shuddered, and she dropped her head to his shoulder, her increasingly erratic breaths blowing hot and damp along the side of his neck. With his free hand, he fisted her thick fall of hair and drew her head back so he could look at her flushed face as he fucked her with his fingers, as he brought her closer to the edge.

Her mouth was slack with pleasure, her eyes heavy-lidded with heat and passion as they held his gaze and pleaded for the orgasm he wasn’t quite ready to give her.

“Such a sweet, naughty Valentine,” he said on the thrilling surprise that had greeted him between her thighs and the ease with which he could touch her and stroke her.

“Tonight, this pussy is mine, Teju. All mine. I want to taste it and fuck it and make it feel so damn good.”

“Yes,” she groaned, moving her hips faster and grinding against his hand more desperately. “Make it feel good, please.”

Done tormenting her, he crushed his lips to hers, kissing her hard and deep. He increased the pressure and friction of his thumb while quickening the thrusts of his hand to match the sweep of his tongue ravishing her mouth. Her wild, unraveling groan vibrated against his lips, followed by a higher-pitched cry of erotic bliss as her sex pulsed around his fingers and she gave herself over to the intensity of her orgasm.

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Hi readers, I was hell nervous about writing this part but then my beautiful co writers motivated me and here I am with this. I hope you all like it and stay tuned to know what happens next.