Synthetic Love

Chapter 7 (Explicit Content)

Foreign Language Disclaimer: I know that Hindi has a different alphabet and I honestly have no idea how much their grammatical structure differs from ours, so anytime Saanvi is speaking Hindi, know that I'm using Google translate (and a couple other hopefully more accurate websites that I found) and the English alphabet so it very well may be somewhat incorrect.

A week later.

Saanvi gives a small whimper in pleasure. Her face was down in the pillows, with one of Chris's hands tightly gripping her hair, and the other holding both her wrists behind her back. She loved the way he pounded inside her, the sound of her ass clapping against his thighs, and the way he spoke to her as if he were in complete control.

"Yeah, you like it when I fuck you like this, don't you baby?"

Saanvi nods and moans again, "Yes, more, more...oh, fuck. Fuck! Angh..."

After a few more moments of ecstasy, Chris gradually slows down as the two of them reach their climaxes. He gives Saanvi once last good smack on her ass, then releases her. She plops down on the bed face down. She turns to face Chris as he lays down next to her, catching his breath. He lightly begins rubbing Saanvi's back.

"Too rough?" He asks.

Saanvi smiles and shakes her head, "No, that was...amazing."

Chris chuckles, "Well, good. But you can always speak up if it's too much, okay?"

Saanvi nods, then scoots closer to Chris and nuzzles herself into him. Expecting this, as he'd learned that Saanvi practically needed to cuddle after sex, Chris brings the blankets up over them and takes Saanvi in his arms, running his fingers through her hair. She gives a small hum in response and shuts her eyes.

"I don't want you to leave." She pouts.

Chris smiles, "I'll be back before you know it. And you know I'll be sending you dirty text messages the whole time I'm gone."

Saanvi laughs, "I wouldn't expect anything less."

"You sure you're gonna be okay? I mean...we sort of started fooling around right after Ravi left, so with me Los Angeles writing, it'll be the first time that you'll really be alone..."

Saanvi nods, opening her eyes, "I'll be okay. I need to learn how to be alone. And Tara and I have started hanging out outside of work anyway, so I'll still have someone."

Chris nods in return, then pulls Saanvi closer to him, "Stay the night."

Saanvi smiles, "Ohhhh, if you insist. We've got to have as much fun as we can before you leave tomorrow."

Chris continues running his fingers through Saanvi's hair. They still hadn't really talked about what they...were. Mainly because Saanvi was still technically engaged to someone else for the foreseeable future. Chris knew that he liked her, but he wasn't sure if Saanvi saw him in any sort of romantic way or if she just saw him as a fuck buddy. The first time they'd had sex, it was like something out of a movie. It was passionate, it was romantic, it was...beautiful, if that makes any sense. But they hadn't had sex like that since.

Saanvi's phone begins to ring. She rolls away from Chris and turns to the nightstand where her phone was sitting. Saanvi then quickly sits up, throws on Chris's T-shirt that had been on the floor, then answers the phone.

"Hello, Ravi."

Saanvi quickly stands and begins talking into her phone in Hindi. She exits the bedroom and Chris sighs. He stands and puts his joggers back on, trying to listen to what Saanvi was saying in the other room. He obviously couldn't understand her when she spoke in Hindi, but he tried to listen to her tone of voice to make sure she was okay as she spoke to Ravi. Learning that Ravi abused Saanvi made Chris's blood boil, and he hated that she was still talking to him, but Chris also understood that Saanvi was concerned for her safety, and hadn't been lying when he'd told her to take her time figuring out what to do with Ravi.