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Dating Dr. Dil (If Shakespeare was an Auntie #1)(67)

Author:Nisha Sharma

“That I did.” She swore she could hear him chuckle.

He dropped her onto a soft king bed with a gray spread.

If the kiss didn’t do it, the bed tossing sure as hell made her wet.

Kareena sat up, resting on her elbows, then homed in on the bulge in his pants. “Prem . . .”

He whipped off his top and his pants, leaving on a pair of boxer briefs and a white fitted T-shirt.

“Anything else?” he said. His voice was hoarse, and he watched her in a way that made her so aware and tingly all at the same time. Damn it, he was teasing her. He definitely left on the boxer briefs because it drove her mad, but maybe that was a good thing. This way they could undress in stages.

“I-I could use some more kissing.”

“On the mouth?”

She glanced at her pants, and then back at him. No way. She was not brave enough to flat out tell a dude that he should—

“Fucking ask me, Rina,” he snapped.

“Okay, yes, I want you to go down on me.” Holy shit, had that even come out of her mouth?

“No, use your words,” Prem said as he leaned forward and unbuttoned her waistband. Her stomach quivered. “What do you want?”

“I-I want you to kiss my . . . my—”

“You are a fucking strong, capable woman,” he said. His voice was hard now, and the lines of his shoulders stiff from tension. He was unrelenting. “Come on. Ask for what you want, Rina. I promise you, I want the same thing, too.”

“I want you to eat me,” she said with a rush. “I mean, maybe I should shower first, and then shave my legs. But in the end, that’s what I want.”

“No time for either of those things,” Prem said. He nudged her flat on her back, and pressed small kisses down the front of her body over her clothes, as if leaving little promises for later.

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.

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