Love, par sex ke baad (Love, but after sex)

Chapter 5

I took the hand he extended towards me, and I followed him. He led me to the shower in his room, and we both stood under the warm water letting the sweat drain. His penetrating gaze was still on me, and I felt bolts of electricity in my lower and upper back. My nipples were erect and inviting under his dark eyes, and a slow ache was starting to build again in my nether regions. A whimper escaped my lips, and I looked down. I instantly regretted it and blushed. He was rock hard as if we hadn't fucked each other moments ago. I lifted my eyes to meet the need in his. The bolt of electricity traveled to my boobs, and I shivered.

He moved a step closer and slid his hand at the back of my head, and pulled me into a slow kiss. It was gentle and tender. I put my hands on his chest and moved them to lower to his abs as he deepened the kiss, nibbling my lower lip. My hand reached his hard length, and I stroked it gingerly. He pulled away from me and swore under his breath. "Turn around and put your hands on the bar," he said. I obliged. "No one has been to the movie theatre, no one has been to this bathroom or the bedroom outside," he whispered in my ear. His hands were kneading my boobs. I threw my head back and moaned loudly. He knew I had been feeling jealous at the theatre, and his comforting words aroused me even more. He pressed me entirely against the wall with his body. "The walls are soundproof, my love," and with that, he slid a hand from my boobs to my pussy and gave it a hard spank. I almost jumped and yelped in pain, feeling the bolt of electricity right above my ass. His body, chest, and thighs were pressed against my body, drawing every last breath from me. He rubbed my clit with his thumb while his fingers racked havoc in my pussy. My body was arching to the extent that I finally would have made my yoga teacher proud. My head was resting on his shoulder.

"I...cum...you...now...oh god...you...how...I" I grasped each word and drew in a breath. I thought Salil would laugh at me, but he mumbled, "If I had known how your body would react to me, I would never have waited this long," and with that, his thumb drew out a long-awaited orgasm from my body. I bit my lip so hard that I could taste the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. My knees buckled, and I felt his arms tighten around me. His arm and chest supported my entire weight as I could not be bothered to try and stand. My primary concern currently was getting my breath back. My whole body was overcome with extreme fatigue. I had come at least six times today, and I didn't understand how my body was still awake.

I felt another jolt of electricity in my lower back and tingling in my ass as I felt him move against me. I turned around to face him and took his face in my hands. I kissed him deeply, my hands cupping his face and his hands clutching my ass. I kissed him so hard because my brain told me that his lips were holding me upright, and I didn't want to fall on the bathroom tiles. I started moving my hips slowly and surely against him. He lifted me in his arms and leaned me against the wall. I relaxed, feeling no need to hold myself up. In one swift motion, he was inside me. I closed my eyes and rested my head against the wall. His biceps were bulging from the weight of holding me up. His face was hard, and his intention was his satisfaction. Even in my fatigue, I couldn't stop my body from responding to him. I couldn't stop the ache building in my body. I couldn't stop moaning for him. He adjusted his hold on me, and I somehow felt the full impact of his thrusts now. "Cum with me," he rasped in my ear and tightened his hold around my ass. I knew his fingers would leave bruises. Each of his thrusts brought me closer and closer to my climax, and then, I was falling over the edge of the cliff. The cliff was oddly constrained, holding me upright between two walls when all I wanted to do was fall freely. I heard faint screaming and rasping and realized that I was making that noise. I quickly shut my mouth and broke out of the revere of my orgasm.

Salil was still holding me, but now most of my weight was being supported by the wall. His head was on my shoulder, and his dick was still inside me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him. He carried me out of the shower and set me on the counter. He handed me a fluffy white towel and took out another one for himself. I dried myself and wondered what I was supposed to do next. Was this a wham bam thank you ma'am kind of arrangement? In that case, I should probably head to my room? Or was this the next step in our relationship, and he expected me to sleep in this room?

As I stood there, contemplating what to do next, he brushed past me into the bedroom. I followed him and stood by the door parting the dressing room and the bedroom. He walked up to the dressing table and combed his hair. His movements were swift, but I knew he was watching me. I wondered if he needed me to take another step, to give him another signal. I decided against it. Unknowingly though I had done it, I considered dinner enough of a sign for today.

Salil was moving across the room, switching off lamps and doing this nightly routine. My cheeks heated at the realization that he was still not wearing anything. He had removed his towel, and he was completely naked underneath it. I wondered if he slept naked and if I would feel his body heat next to me the whole night. The jolt of sensation across my body and the low heat in my stomach made me realize that I hadn't had enough of him. I wondered if he liked to cuddle, and then I wondered if he was waiting for me to go to my room. The thought was a splash of humiliating cold water against my heated skin. I didn't want to go to my room. I was only wearing a towel, and my clothes were lying in shreds in the theatre. I was glad the maid didn't spend the night in the house. I would have died of embarrassment, had she seen me like this.

He moved past me again to go to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth and hung his towel back. I hated men who left wet towels on the bed. It made me smile that he wasn't one of them. All the while, he watched me. All the while, I wondered if he is going to dismiss me. He came near me again and squeezed my ass hard, and smirked. I swallowed. He pulled the towel from my body and went back to the bathroom to hang it. I wasn't exactly conscious of being naked in front of other people, but I felt oddly exposed by him. He went back to the room, got in the bed, and signaled me to join him. I gingerly walked up to the bed and sat down on it. He pulled me down from my waist, threw his leg on top of mine, nuzzled my neck, and whispered, "go to sleep."