Sweet 'n' Sour | ✔

forty-seven

47. Aapne toh dooriyan hone se pehle hi bana li. (You created distances even before they could physically happen.)

Warning: Sexual content ahead.

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- priya -

Aditya laid me down, his strength subduing my weak resistance. I met his eyes shyly, my hands settled on his shoulders, marvelling at their broadness, how they hide me so well in his arms, as though protecting me from the rest of the world. He leaned in with the need to connect us, our lips whispering the same. I closed my eyes when his mouth settled on mine oh so gently that I felt I was kissing a pair of petals. A whimper fell past my mouth, body arching to brush against his. His legs were just as skilled as his lips, cornering mine between his, and the lower his hips went, the louder I moaned. I gripped his shoulders tightly, clutching the soft fabric of his hoodie in my fists.

He broke apart from my mouth when the need for air demanded its way back in. My lungs expanded, chest rising as a response, head craning towards left when his lips joined the abuse, fluttering down my neck like a swarm of butterflies chasing the most sought flower.

"Aditya," I murmured, weaving my fingers through his dark hair, stroking his head gently.

He hummed dragging his lips to my cleavage. Lifting his head, he kept our eyes bridged while undoing the buttons of my shirt. His gaze appeared hooded, combined with sleep and lust. Maybe the medicines were making him feel light-headed. I cupped his face, bringing him closer to brush our lips against each other.

"It's okay, sleep," I whispered.

His fingers slowed, tongue sneaking out to taste the corner of my lips. I matched his desperation, conjoined by our frustrations of not being able to relieve ourselves, pouring it all in the last kiss for the night.

When he pulled away, I let my hand slip inside his hoodie to stroke his back. "Sleep, love," I murmured in his ear.

His body slumped beside mine, face seeking the warmth of my neck. I held his arm around my waist, making sure I didn't touch or nudge his injured fingers. Threading my fingers in his hair, his eyes slowly fell close, the aftereffects of the medicines dragging him away from the conscious world.

I closed my eyes as well, trying to fall asleep.

Considering I'm sensitive in my sleep, the restless rustling woke me up. I reached out to turn on the lamplight, forcing my eyes open to read the time on the clock. It was only five am. My gaze darted to the cause of my broken slumber, having heard his rough breaths, I understood the reason for his uneasiness.

"Use a cold shower," I suggested softly.

He grunted under his breath, draping his arm across his eyes. Not a minute passed and he shifted his pants, his cheeks forming a tinted red.

I sighed.

It's not a surprise anymore that Aditya has a high sex drive. Initially, I didn't pay it any mind, welcoming his touch openly. That's how men are anyway, aren't they? But Aditya is a notch higher. It's as if a trigger is set off after our first time. I don't blame him, to be honest. A twenty-five-year-old man and a virgin, consequences were bound to happen. This just turned out to be a long-term one.

I looked at him once again. His veins were prominent, eyes clenched shut, jaw locked and lips pressed in a thin line. A sheen layer of sweat coated his porcelain skin, shining under the dull throb of lights. He looked beautiful.

As someone who grew up in a conservative family, words like lust, sex, and physical intimacy were frowned upon, and so were the people who talked about it openly. Honestly, I didn't care. I was too busy making a life to even think about the pleasures it has to offer, for they sounded too far-fetched for a sheltered woman like me.