Hunter and his tigress(SwaRon story/Rated mature)

Chapter 4: Tender tease

A/N: Hi everyone. Thank you for you supportive comments <3 So glad you've been enjoying the story so far and I'm grateful for that. Yes, the last chapter did not have a lot of hot stuff in it but I felt it was necessary to add some character to Swayam. This update is short and I'm sorry for that. I'll try to make up for it in the next one. Also, I think I'll be going to hell for writing so much dirt so was thinking if I should try to you know clean my sins and write another Vrushan/Swaron story which is not as smutty as this one. Looking forward to your comments! Happy reading xo

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Sharon propped her hands on his shoulders and swiftly moved to settle on his lap, looking straight into his eyes. Her legs automatically locked themselves behind him and this time she smirked looking it his gaping mouth and whispered again. "I said, I like you asserting dominance on me."

Swayam was still a little startled at her sudden confession but quickly regained form. He pulled her hands away from his shoulders and  around her back, holding both of them in place with one single hand so that his other hand is free to do what he wills.  The prompt action made her lose balance back but he pulled her closer to him with a jerk. They're breaths intermingled and Swayam could feel the tension building inside her.

His other other hand crept slowly up  her abdomen under her top, rising and falling rhythmically with her body as her breaths went from shallow to deep with every passing moment. His fingers slid to her back to find the loose clasps of her bra. Sharon let out a complaining moan on hearing him chuckle. He realized her bra had been loosely clinging to her body all this while and the thought of it had him so turned on that he couldn't resist kissing her. He was still holding her hands captive at her back while the other one withdrew itself and went under a skirt. 

Swayam frowned as his hands met with the supple skin of her bottom instead of another layer of clothing. He pulled back from the kiss and found Sharon flashing a triumphant smirk.

"No panties?" he asked.

"Yea, you know. Thought of going commando" she said rolling her eyes. She still had the smile on.

Swayam arched his eyebrows in a I see way. He gave her a tight squeeze down there and watched her mouth lose the smirk fall open. She gasped loudly and he laughed. His fingers wondered in between her thighs in a teasing manner and by now he had her rocking against him. 

Swayam probed at her entrance, dipping his fingers slowly just a little bit inside her while his lips sucked on her cleavage. There were sweat beads all over her body now and his hand was starting to slip as she tried to wriggle out of his grip. He pressed on her wrists harder this time and she gave up control.

His fingers moved faster and more deftly now like they knew their way with great expertise. It was true though, he knew her body so well that it wouldn't matter if the room was dark. He knew the arcs of her curves like the back of his hand; he knew how she reacted to his touch in each places of her body. He knew her insides just as much as he knew her outside.

Sharon pressed herself onto him with her legs as she felt herself getting closer, shivering as his breath lingered on her breasts. She felt the redness of her cheeks spread onto her chest, going warm as it did.

"Sharon" he whispered on to her chest. He realized she was holding her breathe in anticipation, waiting for him to push her to the edge. She moaned in reply to which he instructed "breathe."

He withdrew his hands from under her skirt and freed hers from the back too. She frowned questioningly, opening her eyes and quickly held his shoulder for balance. 

"Breathe" he repeated.

Sharon stared at him in disquiet. Her hair was a mess and her mouth was still open and dry. Swayam stared at her proudly, basking in victory and waited for her breathing to return to normal. He stood up from the seat carrying her along with him and held her till her feet were on the ground. Sharon realised her knees had gone weak and wobbly from the scandalous affair they just had and she could barely keep herself steady.

Sharon knew from his face how much he was enjoying this. And that stupid, stupid smirk. Sexy, actually she heard herself at the back of her mind. She had been teased for the second time that night and denied release both times. The feeling was maddening and she wasn't sure if she hated it or secretly savored it.

"Its 12 already" Swayam spoke. "I have a flight to catch early in the morning remember?" he smugly asked. Oh, look at her face she'd eat you alive. Not that he'd mind to be honest. He was having a difficult time controlling himself and he couldn't deny that. I could do you right now if I wanted you know, Sharon could read his eyes.

Thats when it hit her. He's going to be gone tomorrow. Which meant she's going to have to wait for 3 days before he finally made love to her. 3 goddamn days. All this was pre-planned and on purpose. That asshole.

Swayam watched as realisation dawned upon her face. 

"Swayam this is torture" she whined, hoping he'd drag her to their room and bed her this moment.

"Or you could think of it as a way to avoid further interrogation from our friends, what say?" he shrugged.

"Goodnight Sharon" he grinned. "Sleep well" he kissed her brusquely before walking away, leaving her dumbfounded, stoked and very, very turned on.

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