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

Chapter 9

I woke up to soft kisses against my collarbone and jawline. Salil stopped kissing me when he saw that my eyes were open. He smiled at me. I didn't smile back. His eyes darkened, and he rolled out of bed. I heard the shower start in the bathroom, and I drifted back to sleep. A few minutes later, I woke up again due to all the noise he was making while getting ready. I noticed he was wearing a t-shirt instead of work clothes and realized today was Saturday. I groaned and buried my face in my pillow – correction - his pillow.

I suddenly felt something wet on my ass. I gasped and tried to turn around, but Salil held me steady. "Shh..." he murmured. He kissed every inch of my ass – from the bottom of my ass cheeks to its top. I could feel the wetness building in my pussy. My breath was ragged by the time he slowly kissed my entire back. It took him forever to make his way up to my neck. He took his time kissing every part of my back. His tongue and his lips marking every inch of my back as his own, I knew he was trying to make up for last night. He was using actions as he had done last night. I closed my eyes and took in what he could give me.

A soft moan escaped my lips when he turned me around and started kissing my face. He began with my left cheek and moved to my eyes, forehead, right cheek, and chin. He carefully avoided my lips but just licked me right below my lower lip. My tongue snapped out to meet his, but he was already kissing my neck. He was moving down from my side, boob to my stomach, when I pushed him off me. He wasn't expecting it, and he landed on my left side.

I climbed on top of him and pushed my hair to the side of my face. I leaned down to kiss him. I kissed him full on the lips. I absolutely ignored the surprised look on his face and continued to nip at his lower lip until he parted his lips to grant me access to his mouth. I completely leaned into him and kissed him. I explored his mouth with my tongue and teeth. I wasn't trying to bruise him, but I wasn't taking any precautions to be gentle either. I felt his hands on my hips and slapped them away. He stilled. I continued to kiss him. I kept my eyes away from his; I didn't want to see the look on his face. He didn't try to touch me again, but he used his mouth to deepen the kiss. I moaned against his lips. I tore my lips away from his and made my way down his throat. I pressed my thumb on his chin and dragged it down to his throat, crossing his Adam's apple and moving to his chest. It was my way of telling him that I am taking some control over this relationship. It was the control that was hard for him to give up, but I knew he wasn't going to try and take it from me either. These small details that I just understood about his character gave me the courage to rain kisses across his abs and move down to his erection.

I did not bother touching his length. I directly took it in my mouth and heard his intake of breath. I moved my lips and tongue just as he had taught me. I took him deep in my mouth until I couldn't breathe anymore and gagged on him. I saw him lift his hand from the corner of my eye and move it towards my head, but then he stopped and dropped it back to his side. I continued to suck him and took his balls in my hands. I rubbed them and played with them as my mouth devoured him. I could taste his salty pre-come in my mouth, and I could feel his cock throbbing. I knew he was about to come, and so I stopped sucking him. I sat on top of him and directed his length inside me. I moved at a maddeningly slow pace. I saw his hands ball into a fist, trying to resist touching me, resist taking the control back. I leaned into him and increased my speed slowly. He just needed a little more from me to come, and I finally decided to give it to him. I rocked my hips hard against him, and he squeezed his eyes shut as he came inside me.

He finally lifted his hands and hugged me. I lay on his chest, our limbs intertwined. He pulled my head back and looked at me. His eyes were calm, and I couldn't read his expressions. I wanted to say something, but I didn't know what. He caressed my cheek with his thumb. His gaze turned soft, and he gave me half a smile. "I know you know how to talk," he said, smiling. I grinned back at him. I felt like I won the cold war by making him talk first. "What is it?" he asked. He was talking about my behavior this morning. I stopped grinning and lifted my hand to still his against my cheek. "Don't use sex as a weapon," I said. I saw anger flash across his eyes. He removed his hand from my face and said, "then don't disobey me."

"Disobey? Are you serious right now? What am I, a slave?" I asked angrily. To my horror, he smirked at me. It wasn't playful this time. It was dangerous and venomous.

"Didn't the last month make you realize that?" he asked. What a jerk, I thought. I took a deep breath in and answered as calmly as I possibly could. "If I was your sex slave, then why did you wait so long to fuck me?" My question wiped the smile from his face. I rolled off him, but he grabbed my waist. His finger dug into my sides. "You are hurting me," I told him, struggling to free myself.

"Then stop struggling," he said in such a calm voice that I instantly stopped. His face was passive, but his eyes were hungry. He lifted me to him and then rolled me onto my back. He came on top and caressed my cheek softly. I weaved my hands through his hair, and we kissed. His kiss pushed the entire conversation out of my mind. His lips were so soft, and his tongue was so curious. He wanted to know every inch of my mouth.

His hand moved to the side of my boob as he started nibbling my jaw and neck. He moved his thumb over my nipple, and I sucked in air. "It was a struggle to not fuck you every day that I didn't do it," he said between kisses.

"Then why did you struggle," I asked him, my voice was barely a whisper.

"I wanted you to come to me," he said. "I took the dinner invitation as an invitation to fuck you. I don't know if it was or not, and frankly, I didn't care," he said, rolling off me and pulling me into a hug.

I cuddled against his giant form. He was opening up to me even though I had already known his feelings. Yet, it felt good to hear it from him. I kissed his jaw and said, "you don't have to struggle anymore." I was comforting him, even though I knew he had changed the conversation on purpose.

Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say. In the blink of an eye, I was on my back, my legs were in the air, and he was inside me. I gasped at the sudden movement, not realizing what was happening until he started moving inside me. I closed my eyes and took him deeper. He leaned forward and kissed me.

We spent most of the weekend in bed. Our conversations were superficial – about movies, food, and travel destinations. We did decide to go to Florida for our late honeymoon. However, he still hadn't acknowledged that I wasn't his slave. I didn't want to fight with him, but it was really bothering me.