& Then They Wed (Ampersand Love #2)

30. Afterglow

30

Afterglow

Rian

“ H ow do you feel?”

Aditi twisted her neck to rest her cheek on the pillow, sliding her arms underneath and crossing them. She watched Rian as he turned to his side to face her, the cool air in his bedroom doing nothing to reduce the heat he was emanating. His fingers danced lightly along her spine and she resisted the urge to shiver.

“Good. I feel really good. You?”

“Wonderful,” he murmured, enjoying the curvaceous profile of Aditi lying on her belly, in his bed, still in a post-coital daze.

Rian could not remember when he’d last enjoyed sex like this. He’d had his share of wild days during his teenage years, experimenting with women looking for a good time leading to random hook-ups, sometimes in a drunken stupor. He’d enjoyed it while it had lasted. But over the years, the lure of momentary sexual gratification had begun to fade. Sex had become dull and pointless. Perhaps the women he’d tried to date had recognized this lifelessness in him, because none of them had stuck around for too long.

If the timeline of his life was woven into a tapestry, there would only be shades of black, white and grey for a long time. Meeting Aditi would have marked the change.

A hint of blood red.

From there, the dullness would have been banished.

The happiness she spread would have shown up as splashes of yellow. His growth under her sunshine would have been bursts of green, the peace she gave him a vast sea of blue.

But his love for her? That would have to be every shade imaginable. She was vibrant beyond his ability to explain.

She’d been open and willing in bed, eager even. But none of her actions had that layer of practised seduction which hid one’s insecurities and faults. She made love like she lived life, giving all of herself, holding nothing back, and being honest in a way that only made him love her more.

Perhaps his thoughts showed on his face because she reached out, tracing his upper lip with the tip of her finger, resting it at his cupid’s bow.

“You look like you have something to say,” Aditi murmured, drawing a line down his nose, her touch gentle.

“It’s nothing.”

“Tell me.”

He pressed a kiss onto her fingers, admitting quietly, “I find you incredible.”

“I was thinking that too,” she told him, causing him to raise a brow.

“You find yourself incredible?”

“No, silly! I’m talking about you.”

“Explain,” he muttered, stroking her back still .

“You’re,” she swallowed hard, biting her lower lip when he caressed the rounded globe of her bottom. “You’re phenomenal in bed.”

If Rian had a shit-eating grin on his face after hearing that, he wouldn’t have been surprised.

“So, I earned a passing grade?”

“I think you earned a PhD.”

His nostrils flared as he choked his laughter back.

“Doc, my Sunshine, my sweetheart, you do realise that PhD also stands for ‘pretty huge dick’?” He snorted, laughing out loud when she looked horrified.

“Stop! You’re the worst!” She groaned into her pillow, her stomach tickling with subdued mirth.

“But you liked what we did, yeah?”

She caught his eye and nodded, smiling shyly, and his silly heart fluttered at the sight. He might never be able to reconcile this juxtaposition of shame and sensuality in her, he thought, enchanted by the dusting of pink over her skin.

But nothing about her was fake or planned. Which meant he felt more addicted and intrigued by her than ever before. Unable to accept even the few inches of distance between them, he rolled over, lying half on top of her, his leg tangling with hers.

“What did you like?” he asked, surprising himself by wanting to know more of her enjoyment. He’d brought her pleasure but hearing her admit to it was a major turn on. He wanted to know how to make her feel like he did. Like being without him was torture.

“I liked it all, Bugs. It was intense, but amazing. I. . .” She shook her head like it was silly.

“What?” He nuzzled her cheek and brushed her hair away from her face, placing nibbling kisses along her exposed shoulder until he reached her neck .

“Your words,” Aditi breathed, already feeling affected by Rian’s kisses, the ever simmering desire for him slowly fanning into a bigger flame. “How I reacted to them. I didn’t expect that.”

His brows shot up, and he made a mental note.

“What about my words, Doc?” he teased when she hid her face in the pillow. “Is it when I said you were sexy with clothes but even sexier, naked, in my bed, begging me to fuck you?”

“Hmm.”

He leaned in and tickled the back of her ear with his tongue, drawing his hands down the sides of her body, moulding her like she was made of clay.

“Or was it when I said I could lose myself in your sweet pussy for days?”

She gasped, his dirty words arousing her, causing her hips to hitch up automatically. Rian kneaded her ass, his fingers dipping between them, trailing down the inside of her thigh, close to her rapidly dampening core. Despite her shamelessly trying to shift so he would touch her there, he seemed intent on playing a cruel game of denial.

His stubble scraped her back when he moved lower, placing hot, wet kisses down her spine and under her shoulder blades. “Maybe,” he supposed, settling his stiff length against the crease of her buttocks, “it was when I called you a good girl for taking my cock so well?”

Good girl it is , he smiled against her skin, her shudder telling him exactly what he’d needed to know.

She was going to die, she decided. This man, his filthy mouth and his sweet touch were going to drive her stark raving mad. He’d turned her into a sex-crazed wanton and that was before he’d given her an orgasm. Now that he’d begun to learn what affected her, she knew she stood no chance against his prowess. How had she ever thought she would survive a casual fling with him? She was addicted already and only expected this symptom to worsen.

“Do you like it when I touch you, Doc? ”

“Yes,” she whined, trying to twist her body to face him but he was too strong.

“Tell me more. What else do you like?” He held her shoulder so that she would stay belly down. He used the pad of his thumb and applied pressure at her lower back, massaging her in a spot that had her melting into his touch.

“I like how you make me feel. Like I’m desirable.”

“You are,” came his emphatic response. “So much. You're my own personal fantasy come to life. Your gorgeous breasts fill my hands perfectly, your pretty lips fit mine like they were made for me, and your luscious ass—work of art. I want to bite it every time I see you walk in those short pyjamas.” He spanked her, the suddenness of it startling her. It barely stung but left a clear result in how wet she got.

Aditi was certain she was dripping onto the sheets at this point. She threw a look back at him, surprised with herself. There was so much she was learning about her own body and Rian had barely begun.

“Was that too hard?” he asked, watching her with that deeply contemplative look. His thumbs pressed into her flesh, working them, loosening them for him.

“No. Just sudden.”

“Do you want me to do it again?”

The throbbing between her legs intensified at the thought.

“I. . .yes,” she gulped. “But not too rough.”

“I don’t want to cause you pain, Sunshine,” she heard him say, spanking each butt-cheek for demonstration. He rubbed over the same spots with gentle, circular motions that soothed the sting away. “I want to know what drives you mad with lust.”

Another spank.

“I will learn every little thing that turns you on,” he promised, dipping his tongue into her mouth just as his palm landed on her ass once more, the vibration twisting the coil of need within her even more .

“Such a beautiful body. So responsive.” His praise had her wanting to preen. He trailed his fingers along her waist chain before flicking her nipple at the same time as slapping the rounded flesh of her ass. Hard.

She jolted, the momentary pain making her body ache for the promise of pleasure.

“Rian,” she whimpered, feeling like she’d been teased into a crescendo that only led to insanity.

“You’re ready for me, aren’t you?” he asked, biting down on the spot that connected her neck and shoulder.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Chef!” she exclaimed, hoping he’d give her what she wanted now that he’d gotten her to say the words he wanted to hear.

“Do you want it fast or slow?”

“Fast, please.”

The chuckle in her ear warmed her blood.

“So fucking polite. No wonder you like being called a good girl,” he hummed, deliberately taunting her. “Are you going to be polite when you come all over my cock?”

She nearly orgasmed at the thought.

“Tell me what else you like,” he whispered, tugging at her earlobe, his hand slipping between her thighs to find her soaking and swollen.

“Your fingers. Oh my god.” She shuddered, trying to push her hips down so that his fingers would sink in.

“Keep talking or I’ll stop.”

“Long fingers.” Her eyes shut, she tried to focus on the tip of his thumb circling her opening. She rocked back, tears of frustration pricking her eyes when his touch receded. Her mind wouldn’t form words and he was using that against her.

“And?” he gruffed, making it clear that he would wait as long as necessary for her answer.

She released a ragged breath, trying to string together a sentence .

“I like your weight on me, holding me down.”

“You like to be held down?” he asked, sliding his hand up to cup her breast, stroking the pebbled tip.

“By you,” she mewled, her breath scattering when his hold turned possessive and rough.

With her laying prone, he slid a pillow under her belly for support. Raising her arms over her head, he kept her wrists trapped against the mattress with one large hand before settling behind her, his body stretched along hers. His fingers flirted with her as teasing touches turned into heavy petting, eventually reaching up to curve around her throat. Her pulse pounded against his palm when he tightened his hold just barely, using the pressure of his thumb to turn her face towards him.

Despite the dominance in his gesture, all he saw in her eyes was a glaze of desire.

“Does this scare you?” he asked, rubbing himself on her, the tip of his engorged cock sliding along her wet folds.

“No.”

“Do you want to use your safe word?”

“No.”

He gave her a bruising kiss that left her panting.

“Are you sure?” he asked, even as he angled one knee up and adjusted her hips, lining himself against her core.

“Yes. I like. . .”

“Sunshine, tell me.”

Their gazes met. Her irises were blown, the ring of brown around them looking like it was molten gold in comparison. In a sultry voice that caused his belly to tighten, she whispered, “I like how you fit in me. Like you were made to fill me up.”

Holy fuck, if she kept talking like this, he was going to embarrass himself by finishing too quickly. He was already rock hard from simply having teased her body into readiness. Seeing her get desperate for him had the most potent effect imaginable. Knowing that this desperation was unfiltered made the lust claw itself into his skin, demanding fulfilment.

His lips covered hers just as he thrust in, causing her to let out a cry against his mouth at the sudden weight within her, stretching her wide. Almost instantly, she orgasmed, the feeling of his rigid cock sliding into her more delicious than she remembered.

He held her hips to him, savouring their connection. She was right. They fit so perfectly together, it was hard for him to breathe.

“The way your pussy grips me when I’m inside you—you’re going to kill me, fuck!”

She involuntarily clenched harder. “Don’t stop. I need more.”

Ready to oblige, Rian pulled all the way out and back into her in a single stroke, her words having driven him past his breaking point. He moved at a quick pace, needing her with a ferocity that astounded him. Her body thrummed once more, his lack of control stoking her pride and her own ardour.

“Harder,” she gasped when he surged in, the sound of their bodies slapping against the other filling the room. The furious chatter of the chimes on her waist chain announced every thrust and pump, adding to the symphony of their movements.

Her body arched into his with each move, pulling against her outstretched arms, her fingers clawing at the sheets underneath for support. Using his palm to grip the underside of her thigh, he spread her wider apart, before resuming the bruising pace with which he claimed her.

His firm hold would leave a handprint, she was certain. But Aditi was beyond caring. She joined him move for move as best she could, turning her face to the side, kissing and urging him even when he might have paused to try and be gentle.

“Make me come again, Rian. I can’t hold on.” She moaned, needing his touch on her clit to push her over the edge when she felt his blunt fingers part her lips .

“Suck,” he commanded, groaning at the feel of her tongue swirling against his skin. He let her suck on his fingers, fucking her mouth in tandem with her pussy, before popping it out.

Sure fingers found her swollen clit within seconds, massaging it, circling it in tiny arcs. The force with which he drove his hips into her had her thrashing and twisting, muffling her sobs into the pillow beneath her head.

He never got a chance to reconsider the roughness of their mating, and eventually, she went lax, giving up all power, letting him drive their desire to a searing completion that left her shaking. She let out a helpless scream at the height of it, a swarm of explosions overwhelming her, leaving her teetering on the edge of consciousness. Rian followed closely behind, groaning into her shoulder, having no ability to hold on as he jerked and pulsated until he was drained, finally coming to a slow and languid stop.

The only thought Aditi had by the time she drifted off to sleep, curled against one solid body, was that Rian Shetty had indelibly etched himself into her heart. And there was no escaping that.