Bepannah | Jenshad

Fireworks | Chapter 18

His lips feel like fire against hers and she forgets for a second that Harshad is kissing Jennifer.

Harshad is kissing her.

He is really, truly is kissing her . This is not her conjured imagination, nor her dreams - the ones she used have.

He is present here, his arms around her, his fingers pressing her flushed cheeks as she kisses him back.

With equal fevor and desire.

Her breathing as haphazard as his as he glides his lips over her. His lips enveloping her bottom lip before moving on to the top. And it's like a pattern, a fucking pattern they adjusted to within seconds.

Her lips are wet, gentle and tender against his. Lips softly gliding over his and he curls his fingers on her neck, smooth smooth neck as she moans into his mouth, her nibble fingers clutching the lapel of his black kurta tightly and her other hand back on his thighs as she gets lost in him.

And he smiles, he fucking smiles into the kiss, he smiles tilting his head a little, pressing his lips harder as they are wet with their spit, opening his mouth as her tongue enters rubs along his before circling his and its unbelievable, he thinks.

It's crazily unbelievable and he is never been turned on so fast and so good.

He never wants to stop. He doesn't even think if he can stop as he pulls her deeper, rubs his tongue along her smoother before pushing it back into her mouth as he traces her mouth,his tongue discovering her mouth and he feels like he is landed in heaven.

His heart is beating a mile a minute, his mouth has not left hers as he thinks how delicious she tastes, he groans into her as she deepeneds the kiss and he is surprised it never crossed his mind to kiss her. It stuns him how he never thought of kissing that pretty mouth of hers.

And he starts to think if the thought of kissing him ever crossed her mind. That the thought of touching him, gliding her tongue against his did ever kept her awake at night, the thought of touching him, being touched by him kept her wet in between the sheets at night. Did it ever crossed in her mind at all.

Because holy shit - she tastes delicious, nothing like he has ever tasted before and he is in aww of her.

Kissing her is giving him life and he pulls at her, circles her waist. And she is half on top of his thigh as they continue. And the guilt hasn't set in and he thinks as he kisses her that he will ever be guilty. Guilty of cheating on his girlfriend, on Alia. Because right now nothing matters, no one matters.

Not him, not others out in the party and not even Alia.

The only thing that matters is this, the only one that matters is Jennifer.

That Jennifer is here, is here with him and is kissing him, is biting his lip and then lapping her tongue on it, is kissing him with the same passion he is and she being with him, being close to him. Not pushing him away and leaving is all that matters. Is all that matters in the world-in his world.

And his brows furrow as Jennifer's dainty hands push at his chest breaking away from him, he looks with blown eyes at her as she breathes harsher. He tries to move forward but she is shaking her head and no, no he doesn't want her to stop. Doesn't want her to leave and he grabs her fingers , halts her as she says, she breathes out, eyes on his lips before moving to his eyes, shocked bewildered and surprised "No, no we can't do this"

And he shakes his head, noses her jaw as he breathes her scent, her calm scent that he missed, that hasn't changed in all these years as it's her, it's only her and peppers her jaw with kisses, gliding over to the corner of her lips as he rasps with want "Yes, yes, we can, we can"