Dating Dr. Dil (If Shakespeare was an Auntie #1)(80)

Her hands found his butt and squeezed, interrupting his train of thought.

Charlie bounced up like a spring, immediately at full staff.

Without thinking twice, Prem bent at the knees, picked Kareena up, and carried her down the narrow hallway to his bedroom. Seconds later, he was tossing her on the bed.

“No talking still?” he said.

She shook her head.

The twinkling city lights cast a glow over Kareena’s prone form. She leaned up on her elbows, then slipped off her glasses to hand them to him.

Together, they undressed. The easy exploration of familiar skin and curves was both comforting and arousing. From the under-curve of her breasts to the sensitive spot behind her knees and the inside of her wrists. Kareena was like a feast, and Prem took pleasure in every bite.

When she was naked, all golden brown against his white comforter, with dusky brown nipples and heavy round breasts, wide hips, and a trim triangle at the apex of her thighs, his hunger for her, his need for her surged.

“Prem,” she said, holding her arms open for him.

“Not yet.” He slid off the bed, then gripped her ankles and flipped her over onto her stomach before smacking the soft curve of her ass. She let out a choked gasp but pushed her butt out against his hand so that he could do it again.

This, he thought. This was how he knew that even in bed, they’d be perfect together.

Dropping a soft kiss on the red handprint mark he’d made, Prem shed his briefs, then slowly crawled onto the bed until his chest pressed against her back, and his dick nestled between her ass cheeks.

She shuddered at the contact.

Rina, honey, we’re just getting started.

Prem gripped her hips to position her. “On your knees.”

There was that gasp again. He could see from her profile that her eyes were closed, and she swallowed hard, but she shifted under him until she was on all fours with Prem positioned behind her. His fingers immediately dived between her thighs and began stroking her clit, first softly until she settled against his touch, then with firm strokes.

“Prem,” she whispered as she rolled her hips back.

When Kareena whimpered, Prem curled one hand around the front of her throat and pulled her up so that they were back to chest. She gasped, and her breasts rose with each labored breath.

“Let me finger fuck you,” he whispered and pushed two digits into her tight pussy. He could come watching her enjoy the pleasure he was giving her. When she relaxed, he pulled out and rubbed her flowing juices over her clit.

“Prem,” she sobbed.

He began to rub her clit alternating between firm and hard strokes. When he felt her reach a precipice point right before an orgasm, he inserted his fingers inside her, and waited for her to calm before driving her slowly mad all over again.

“I can’t,” Kareena cried out, her head rolling against his shoulder as he brought her to the tipping point a third time. “I can’t, Prem.” She tugged on her nipple with one hand and reached back to pull his hair with the other. “Oh god.”

He moved faster, their hips undulating as she begged him for more without words, without anything but the growing dampness.

Prem felt the tension coiled tighter and tighter into her body until she pushed against his unyielding hold. Her scream of ecstasy was like music to his ears. He held her as she came in his arms. His fingers dampened and he continued to gently run his fingertips in circles over her clit, stroking her lips as her body shook against his chest.

Kareena whispered his name, and her head rolled against his shoulder.

“Not yet,” he whispered.

Just as she took her first breath, Prem pushed her down until her cheek was pressed against his mattress. She shuddered but remained in position.

“Condom?”

“No condom,” she whispered.

Prem pressed a kiss to her spine, spread her knees wider, positioned her hips, and then slid his painfully erect cock into her.

She gasped, and he groaned at the contact.

He pulled out a little, and then pushed back in, hard and firm. Because her ass demanded it, Prem slapped her cheek again, and she bowed against his touch.

He had to fuck her, had to bring her pleasure again. With a ruthless grip on her hips, he began thrusting into her in long, steady strokes, until she was silently screaming into the blanket. Her fingertips squeezed and clenched the comforter, and she pushed back against him, seeking every thrust.

“That’s it, Rina. Take me.” He didn’t know if she could hear his words, but he said them, asking for more. Whispering endearments. Demanding that they claim each other.

Prem felt Charlie tighten, but he wasn’t ready. Not yet. He wanted to come when they were together, looking at each other eye to eye.

“No!” she gasped when he pulled out all the way. But he was already rolling her onto her back and shoving one of his pillows under her hips.

“Yes,” he gasped. He towered over her, as he positioned her hips and plunged deeper into her than he ever had before. He was taking her, all of her, and finding all the hidden parts of her body that he knew no one else could ever fill like he could.

Kareena tensed under him, gasping his name. She tightened around him, almost painfully, and he tried to remember every second of this moment together with her.

“Rina,” he growled, as he fucked her harder and faster. “Say yes.”