He kissed her neck again, slowly, and felt the shudder move through her before she made any sound.
She let out a soft laugh, something between amusement and wanting, but she kept still beneath his mouth, not pulling him in and not pulling away. He stayed with it, his nose brushing along her neck, his lips finding her collarbone, slow and patient, tasting her skin in small deliberate pieces and listening for every response her body gave him.
Beneath the stillness her body was doing something different entirely. She could feel herself getting wet, her pussy already throbbing with a need that had arrived without asking permission. And Ankur was at full attention, his cock pressed hard against his boxers, his body running well ahead of anything his brain was consciously deciding.
He shifted his mouth to her cheek and began moving his face against hers softly. And then he felt it. She was rubbing back. Her cheek moving against his in the smallest motion, entirely deliberate.
He went still for a moment. His lips hovered just centimetres from hers and he stayed there, letting the gap between them do its work, letting the heat build until neither of them could stand it. Their breathing had gone ragged, both of them, the air between their mouths already intimate in a way that made the actual distance between them feel almost cruel.
Then Ritika spoke, her voice so quiet it was barely sound. "We're not telling anyone about this. Not Priya, not Som. No one."
"Never!" Ankur breathed. "Please."
She closed the gap.
Their mouths crashed together and there was nothing gentle about it. It was two years of accumulated wanting colliding at once, his tongue finding hers immediately, both of them kissing with the particular hunger that has been held back long enough to turn into something urgent and consuming. She moaned into his mouth, low and involuntary, and he felt it everywhere. He kissed her harder, his hands pulling her body tighter against his, his cock now pressed insistently against her hip.
This was nothing like the careful tender thing he had shared with Priya. With Priya he had measured every move, watched her face constantly, always half a second behind his own impulses waiting for permission. With Ritika that entire weight was gone. He could just want. He could be hungry without apology and take without hesitation and it felt like being let out of a room he'd been in for years without realizing the door was locked.
He moved over her, pressing her back against the mattress, his weight settling onto her, and began moving his mouth down her neck and her collarbone and the curve of her ear. She grabbed at his shoulders and kissed whatever part of him she could reach with matching urgency, her fingers digging in.
He sat up and reached down to cup her boobs through her shirt with both hands, squeezing firmly. The sound he got in return was immediate and unguarded.
"Ritika di." he said, his voice thick and low, "I've been wanting to see these for myself for two years."
Even saying it that way, even in the heat of everything, the di was its own layer of something slightly forbidden on top of everything else. It didn't slow him down. If anything it did the opposite.
He gripped the hem of her shirt and pushed it up slowly over her stomach, pressing a trail of open-mouthed kisses across her skin as the fabric rode higher. He pushed it further. A black lace bra came into view, straining slightly against the weight of her breasts. He paused, stood up, crossed the room and turned the light on.
"I want to actually see this." he said, a slow confident smile on his face. "I want to remember all of it."
Ritika squinted against the sudden brightness and one hand moved instinctively to cover herself. He didn't give her the time. He came back to the bed quickly, pulled her shirt completely over her head and tossed it aside, then lowered his face into the valley of her cleavage. She made a string of soft breathless sounds that fired straight through him.
He slid his fingers under the elastic of her bra and flipped it up, exposing her completely. He stopped breathing for a moment.
They were stunning. Milky white skin contrasting sharply with wide dark areolas, her nipples larger than he had imagined all those times he had imagined them, already beginning to stiffen in the cooler air of the room. He stayed completely still for one beat, just looking, genuinely unable to fully believe this was happening.
Then he took her left nipple into his mouth and sucked hard.
"Oh, Ankur!" Ritika gasped. "Do everything you've been imagining. Everything."
Those words hit him like a current. He went at her boobs with everything he had, alternating between them, sucking and biting her nipples until they were swollen and peaked and deeply sensitive, until each touch made her arch toward him. She was loud about it, which was immediately different from Priya who had muffled herself constantly. Ritika let the sounds come out and didn't try to stop them. She gripped his shoulders and kissed his skin with an urgency that matched his own, her fingers digging in hard every time he sucked particularly well.
Then she pushed him sideways and climbed on top. She grabbed his shirt and pulled it off him in one motion. "Lie back." she said.
He obeyed. Watching her take charge, this woman who had commanded attention in every room she had ever entered, now commanding him in his own bed, was something he hadn't fully anticipated and was one of the most arousing things he had ever experienced.
She explored him with her mouth, trailing down his neck and across his chest, pausing at his nipples and kissing them until he gasped with how unexpectedly sensitive they were. Then she moved lower, over his stomach, until she reached the waistband of his shorts.
She looked up at him. "Shall I?"
He couldn't find words. He nodded.
She slid his shorts down and her eyes landed on the bulge straining against his underwear. She didn't look away. She gave him a slow knowing smile and let her fingers trail over the fabric, tracing the length of his cock through it, feeling it pulse against her touch. His jaw clenched and his whole body went rigid with wanting.
She kissed his inner thighs, warm and unhurried, working her way inward with no particular urgency, then pulled his underwear away in one smooth motion.
Ritika looked at his cock and her eyes widened genuinely. "Dude!" she breathed, the word coming out slightly awed. "You are big. I did not expect this from you."
Ankur felt a very specific kind of pride move through him. "Bigger than Som?" he asked, unable to stop himself.
She looked up at him with a half-smile. "Much bigger!" she said.
She wrapped her hand around him and stroked slowly along his full length, watching his face while she did it. Then she leaned in and dragged her tongue across the tip and he nearly came off the bed. She took him into her mouth with the confidence of someone who has no uncertainty about what she's doing, taking his full length deep, her throat tightening around him, her head beginning to move in a firm deliberate rhythm that stripped away every remaining thought he had.
Ankur groaned, the sound rough and helpless, his head dropping back against the headboard. He gathered her hair in both hands, not forcing her pace, just holding on and feeling her.
"This is the best blowjob of my life!" he managed, his voice cracking slightly. "I can't believe this is actually you, Ritika di."
The words seemed to light something in her. She increased her pace, taking him deeper on each pass until he could feel the back of her throat and heard her gag faintly and she didn't slow down for it. He let it go on until the pressure in him had built to a point he didn't trust, then pulled her away gently.
"My turn." he said. His voice came out rough.
"Lie back" he said, and she obeyed, settling against the pillows with her hair spreading around her. He descended immediately, his mouth going back to her boobs, both hands full of them, his face pressed between them and breathing her in. "These are the most gorgeous boobs I've ever had my hands on," he murmured against her skin.
She laughed, genuinely delighted. "I can tell you're a boob person."
"Always have been" he said, voice muffled against her.
He kissed down her stomach with clear intent, following the path of her skin across her hips and along her waist, then gripped her pants and underwear together and pulled them both down and off in one decisive motion. She reached instinctively to cover herself, a brief flash of vulnerability crossing her face. He moved her hands away without making anything of it and looked at her pussy properly for the first time in full light. Trimmed but grown back softly, her folds already flushed and wet and glistening.
He lowered his head between her legs and opened his mouth over her fully, and Ritika's head snapped back into the pillow.
"Ankur! Ahhh!"
He began working her with his tongue, long strokes through her folds first, tasting the warmth and saltiness of her, learning what she responded to, then zeroing in on her clit with firm circular pressure. She grabbed his hair in both fists and her hips rose to meet him immediately.
"Lick me better than Som ever did" she moaned, her voice gone strained and wanting.
That comparison set something off in him. He went harder, his tongue working aggressively at her clit, his hands pushing her thighs wider apart, his face completely buried in her. She clenched her fists in his hair and pulled, her other hand twisting in the bedsheet, and he felt her whole body starting to tense and shake under him. He remembered Gokarna, the sound of her coming that night from three feet away, and he wanted that and then some.
He slid one finger inside her while his tongue stayed working her clit, feeling her pussy grip it immediately, wet and hot and tight. He curled his finger forward and found the spot that made her hips jerk upward, and he focused everything he had on that while his mouth worked her clit without mercy or pause.
"Ahhh, fuck, ahhh!" Her voice broke across the syllables. "Ankur, oh god, what are you doing to me!"
Her thighs clamped around his head, her hips grinding against his mouth, her back coming fully off the mattress as the orgasm hit her with force. She shook through it, her voice gone ragged and unrecognizable, her fingers still tangled in his hair, her body twitching with each wave. He stayed with her through every single shudder, tongue still moving, taking everything she gave and not letting up until she went limp and pulled at his shoulder with a hand that had nothing left in it.
When he lifted his head she was lying there with her chest heaving and her eyes half-shut and her hair spread across the pillow in every direction, completely undone in a way that made him feel something beyond just wanting.
It was nearly three in the morning. Neither of them had any interest in sleeping.
Ritika sat up after a few minutes and pulled him toward her, both of them faintly sheened with sweat, and kissed him again with the same hunger she had started with. She pushed him onto his back and spread his legs apart and knelt between them, looking at him for a moment with an expression he couldn't entirely read.
"I want to try something" she said. "You won't judge me?"
He let out a short breathless laugh. "You can do whatever you want with me tonight."
She shifted her position, kneeling over his right thigh, and lowered herself down so that her wet pussy pressed directly against his leg. Then she began to grind against him, slow and deliberate, finding a rhythm entirely for herself, her heat moving against his thigh with an unhurried certainty that made his breath stop.
The sight of it was almost too much. This was the woman he had been fantasizing about for two years. His Ritika di, grinding her pussy against his leg in the full light of his room, watching him watch her without a trace of self-consciousness. He could feel the warmth and slickness of her through everything. He reached up and gripped her boobs with both hands, squeezing harder than before.
She sucked in a sharp breath. "That hurts."
"You like it?" he asked, voice low.
She nodded and kept grinding.
He kept his hands on her boobs, pressing and kneading as she moved against him, the friction building between them from two directions at once. She reached down and wrapped her hand around his cock while she ground against his thigh, stroking him in the same rhythm her hips were moving, and for several long minutes the room existed only as sensation and sound and the deep specific pleasure of finally having what had lived only in his head for two years.
She leaned forward and kissed him, deep and hungry, still moving, still grinding, her hand still working him in steady strokes.
"I can't hold it anymore." he groaned against her mouth.
"Then don't" she said quietly. "Let's just go together."
They moved against each other, her pussy grinding on his thigh and her hand on his cock and his hands on her boobs and their mouths finding each other and then each other's necks, the tension pulling itself to a point that neither of them could hold any further.
"Ritika di, I'm cumming, ahhh!" He cried out with his hips surging upward as the release broke through him, thick and hot and overwhelming, spilling across them both while his whole body shuddered through it.
"Me too, fuck, Ankur!" Her voice split apart, her thighs pressing hard against his leg, her whole body shaking through her second orgasm of the night in long rolling waves that she rode without trying to contain.
They collapsed beside each other, both breathing hard, the room warm and heavy with the smell of sweat and sex and two years of accumulated wanting finally paid out completely.
The silence afterward was not uncomfortable. It was satisfied, the particular quiet of two people who have done something they cannot take back and find they have no desire to.
Ankur lay looking at the ceiling, his breathing slowly coming back to something normal. "I'm genuinely disappointed we didn't do this sooner." he said, his voice worn out in a pleasant way.
Ritika laughed softly. "You were with Priya, remember?"
"I know!" he said. He turned his head to look at her properly, at her face in the warm light with her hair still everywhere. "But this between us. Whatever this was tonight. I loved it."
She looked back at him with something warm but contained in her expression. "Me too." she said.
He lay quiet for a moment, then asked, "Ritika di, can I ask you something?"
"Yeah."
"You won't judge me?"
"Never."
He looked at her. The light still on, the room still entirely theirs, the night not yet finished with either of them. "Be my forever secret, will you?" he said.
Ritika didn't answer with words. She looked at him for a long moment with a slow private smile that said everything that needed saying.
And that was enough.
The End.