“Feeling better?” he murmured as he cupped the back of her neck and watched her wash his body through the rising steam.
“Much,” she said, her voice slow and husky. Droplets clung to her lashes now. Her skin glistened and her hair had a healthy shine to it as it hung down her back to her shoulder blades. Her hands roamed farther down until they wrapped around his penis. He hissed at the contact.
“Rina, honey.”
“Kiss me.”
He could do nothing more than oblige her every wish. As their mouths came together, Kareena slid her hand up and down his penis in long, firm strokes.
Prem was dangerously close to coming, and that wasn’t allowed. He shuddered when Kareena applied pressure to his tip, and he pulled away; she needed to come first. She would always come first.
“Prem, what are you—”
She gasped as he got to his knees on the shower floor, then lifted one leg to drape over his shoulder. Kareena went completely silent as he gently parted her folds, admiring as the rivulets of water traced over her belly and dripped like a rain shower in front of her pussy. He blew gently on her clit, and as she shifted from the sensation, his grip became iron hard.
Leaning forward, Prem licked Rina in one hard stroke. She jerked, gasping at his touch. Rina leaned against the tiled wall, her mouth falling open in a silent prayer.
“Aha. This is how I can keep you quiet,” he said with a chuckle, before he licked her again. This time, he buried deep, sucking and tasting her, drowning in the pleasure of her feast. Her pussy was delicious, and he wanted all of it.
She dove her fingers into his hair, and pushed against him, rolling her hips forward so that he could eat more of her, devour more of her as she grew wetter against his mouth.
When Kareena’s knees began to weaken, he turned her so that her cheek rested against the shower wall, her hips out, her legs spread.
“Hold,” he said, his voice hoarse.
“W-what?”
“Hold,” he said again, gripping her hands and pulling them back so that she could part her ass cheeks.
“W-what are you—”
“Like this,” he said, and pulled her cheeks apart.
“Prem, are you going to—”
“Yes, is that okay?”
“Y-yes, god yes, but are you okay doing—”
He pulled her cheeks even wider, slid a finger into her delicious heat, then buried his face between her ass cheeks. Rina let out a breathless scream, and as he rimmed and ate her, satiating the hunger that he couldn’t fill without her, she came against his fingers, her legs shaking so hard that he was surprised she was able to hold herself up.
Before she could even stop shuddering, Prem stood and, with the strength he had left, hoisted her up against the wall. He positioned himself and paused with the tip of his penis inside her opening.
“Do you want me to get a condom?” he said breathlessly.
“No,” she gasped in his ear. “No, I want all of you. I have an IUD. And there is no one but you.”
“Then take me.” He adjusted his hold on her and thrust into her in one full long stroke.
He shouted and Kareena screamed, the sound echoing in the steamy chamber of the bathroom. Then, Prem adjusted his hold and pounded into her in slow, steady strokes. She gripped him hard, her fingers in his hair, against his back, desperate to find purchase. Her teeth grazed his neck as she gasped his name.
“More,” she sobbed.
“Harder or softer?”
“Harder, Prem. I want . . . all of you.”
He thrust into her with force now, feeling the slap of skin against skin. She tensed under him, and when she was as tight as a bow string, straining against him with the same madness that possessed him, Prem pressed down on her clit until Kareena’s orgasm seized her. She screamed his name, and he barely lasted a moment longer before he came deep inside her. Their shouts, then panting, mixed as he held on to her through the most intense orgasm he’d ever had. They collapsed against the tiled wall with the water going cold.
Had it ever been like this with anyone else? No. Only with Kareena. Only with her. And even though they had so many differences between them, there was a connection he’d be a fool to ignore.
As they came down from their high, Prem held her close, skin to skin, wet and slick, chest to chest. He’d claimed her, just as she’d claimed him, and he didn’t know if things were ever going to be the same for him again.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Kareena
Kareena woke to a blasting alarm that sounded like a herd of fire trucks roaring through Prem’s bedroom.