Dating Dr. Dil (If Shakespeare was an Auntie #1)(58)

Finally, he reached her waistband, and with a few quick tugs, her pants were around her ankles, then off. Before she could focus on the insecurity of being almost naked in front of a man who looked as fine as Dr. Dil, he hooked a finger across the crotch of her panties and ripped them off her. Then his hands were on the inside of her thighs, and he was separating her lips with his thumbs. Finally, finally, his mouth caressed her delicate, soaking pussy, and Kareena practically came off the bed in pleasure.

“More,” she gasped.

“More?” Prem replied. “Where?” He started by kissing one labia, then the other. There was a hint of tongue when he caressed the crown of her pussy. “Where?”

Damn it, why was he purposely driving her crazy like that?

“I want you to lick me deep,” she said in gasping breaths.

The rough feel of his five o’clock shadow scraped against her sensitive inner thighs before he settled against her, and he licked her firm and strong, his tongue igniting her entire body. “More!”

“Where?” he asked. Stroking to the left. “Here?”

“No, over, over more, oh my god!”

Bingo.

Prem savored her, tasted her in a way that she never experienced before. Then, he added a finger, two fingers while he focused on her clit.

She rode her pleasure until it peaked, and every muscle in her body tensed, desperate for relief. When it came, her orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave, consuming every last molecule of air in her lungs.

Kareena leaned up on her elbows, expecting Prem to strip the last of his clothes and get to work, but all he did was look up, meet her eyes, and wipe his wet lips with the back of his hands. He then pressed down on her inner thighs again, and still meeting her eyes, he licked her pussy with one long stroke of his tongue.

She collapsed back on the bed, oversensitized from orgasming already. “I can’t,” she gasped. But he didn’t hear her and continued to drive her wild until she was shrieking and pulling the blanket from under her, trying to gain purchase.

Her voice was robbed when she came a second time.

“You doing okay?” he asked gruffly.

She nodded, stars flashing in front of her eyes.

“Good. Time to level up.” He gripped her hands and pulled her into a sitting position. “No earrings this time, right? I’m not going to fuck this up again.” He gripped the hem of her sweater vest, and with more care than necessary, he pulled it over her head and tossed it aside. Then, he worked on the long row of buttons down the front of her collared shirt, his fingers moving swiftly and competently. She let out a sigh of relief when Prem saw her sheer black bra and let out an expletive.

“I will forever think of this under your sweater vests now,” he said.

She reached behind her back and unhooked the bra, too eager now to pay attention to the insecurity yammering in the back of her brain. “My boobs are great, but I love the sweater vests,” she said, breathlessly. “Are you going to take off the rest of your clothes, too?”

“Do you want me to?”

When she nodded and watched in the shadows of the room as Prem stripped off his shirt, Kareena nearly orgasmed again at the sight of firm, ridged muscles and pecs covered in the perfect amount of chest hair. And then, when he pushed down his boxer briefs, his penis practically popped out and whacked her in the eyeballs. This South Asian man was obviously proof that stereotypes could be lies. How was it supposed to fit inside her?

“It’ll fit,” he said.

“How did you know—”

“You looked intimidated.” He kneeled on the bed and pushed her on her back. And then Kareena couldn’t think at all again. They were skin to skin, touching and stroking now.

“I want to take everything from you,” he said into her mouth before consuming her with long, drugging kisses. “And you can take all of me.”

She pulled back, and under the weight of his body, in the dim lights of the room with the New York skyline outside the windows, she met Prem’s eyes and whispered, “Take everything. I want you to have it.”

Their mouths met again in a tangle of tongues as they rolled across the bed. He kept asking her what she wanted, and she was too lost in him to do anything but answer with truth.



Do you like this?

What about this?

I’m going to slap your ass, Rina, honey.



At one point, she knelt in front of him, taking his cock in her hands, and took him in her mouth. He tasted salty and warm as she ran her tongue over his mushroom head and down the thick vein.

“Suck it,” he said hoarsely. “Hard. Squeeze your nipples.”

She almost orgasmed again as she took as much as she could in her mouth and pulled at her nipples. He gripped her hair and with a sharp tug that had her juices flowing, guided her up and down his dick.

“No more,” he said breathlessly, and pulled away.

They were covered in a sheen of sweat when he finally slipped on the condom he pulled from the bedside table and pushed into her, slowly with a firm, hard stroke. She was so full that she couldn’t breathe. She was lost in the pleasure of holding him close as his thrusts became long, hard strokes.

The sound of his sac slapping against her ass and the near painful pleasure had her screaming his name. Tears welled in her eyes and slipped through her lashes.