Five Weeks by Shruti Omar (any book recommendations .txt) 📕

Aroused enough, he released her hands and gripped the front of her orange top, ready to tear the material when she read his intentions and gripped his wrists, stopping him. “No, this is my favorite one.”

“I can buy you more.”

“But this still will be my favorite.” She quickly pulled the top off her shoulder and hurled it away. She didn’t give him a chance to kiss her and kissed his neck, licking and sucking a spot with such passion that she left a blotch there. She smirked at him and he rolled his eyes at her gleaming face.

“Show me the tattoo,” he demanded, scooting his hands to her back and unclasped her brazier, grazing the straps down her shoulder with his teeth.

“What’s with your fascination with my tattoos?” She muttered, unbuttoning her shorts and was about to pull it off but Yuvraaj ceased her, “Not this one, the new one.”

He stared at her almost bared chest, openmouthed with a gaze that was animalistic. She blushed with her whole body and coyly crossed her arms across her torso, “Okay, I know you guys are fascinated with breasts but you don’t have to stare at them like that.”

“Like what?” he prompted, his voice coming breathless.

“Like you’ll eat me any given second… just as a hungry wolf.” She ended up flushed against him and his chest rumbled with the laughter, “If a hungry wolf thinks that his meal is delicious, I’m sure I understand how he stares.” He fondled her pebbled nub and she narrowed her eyes at him, “If you’re going to talk...to me like this...I'm...I'm...not going to...do this."

She completed with difficulty and turned around displaying her bare back to him. Chuckling, he adjusted her on his lap in a back hug and flattened his palm on her smooth belly, using his chin to slide the last cloth of her upper wear.

“No dirty talks?” His lips sucked a spot on her shoulder joint and she shook her head pouting. “No.”

He hummed, raking his eyes over the superb ink job on her right shoulder and a wave of gratification blew over him. It was a simple Y with edges curled as wings, protruding red spot in her soft skin. He was so overwhelmed to see her that he racked his brain to say something – anything – but his lips didn’t cooperate. They just moved, parted and pressed together without making any sound. His eyes welled up and his throat constricted with overpowering emotions and he just kissed the tattoo, pouring his entire love in it.

“Does it pain?” his voice sounded foreign, drenched in affection, pride, care and love. She didn’t - couldn’t turn, “No.”

“When did you get this done?"

Anahita rolled her eyes, “The day I met your bitchy friend.”

“Julie?” He wondered on a chuckle before kissing her cheek, “Your jealousy is misplaced. She is not even in the competition, just a friend. You're my wife."

She grinned, rubbing her nose with him when he shot another question. "Is this the only reason?"

"No! This tattoo is equal to having you around me.” She explained, “Your name on my body, soul and mind.”

He trained his eyes on the tattoo, flossing kiss after kiss on the ink and enquired childishly, “Y for?”

“Yak!” Anahita giggled, testing his patience and he gently bit on her neck to tease her. She winced, justly pinching his cheek. “Y for Yuvraaj, you idiot! Who else?”

“I’ll show my idiocy now.” He launched into a full-blown kiss, cupping her silky mounds and butterflies fluttered in her stomach. She burrowed her fingers on his palm, basking in his embrace. She was soaring up in euphoria, for the pleasure she had only heard of was coursing in her body. Yuvraaj was expertly tearing moans after moans from her chest as he kissed her passionately while his hands dutifully kneaded her assets.

"Gentle,” She panted, straddling him and boring her flaming gaze into his carnal ones, finding way altogether to his heart. She locked her legs around his waist and absorbed him in a deep smooch. Yuvraaj assailed over her, shaking his head. “I won’t.” He hooked his fingers in her shorts and pulled them down in a swift, kneeling between her parted legs and sensually kissed her thighs, “You're so sweet, mou."

It sent her over the edge when his coarse voice pervaded in her ears and lightened her insides, creating sensations that got her stomach tightened. She pressed her hand above his head, holding him over her pelvis. He dropped an open mouthed kiss there and her arousal wafted in his nostrils, ripping his patience apart. He squatted on his folded knees, kissed her calf and her instep, making her giggle. She tried to pull her leg away but he resisted, kissing her toes one after other.

"I love you, Yuvraaj." She confessed, watching him devotedly worshipping her feet and he smiled, briefly halting his lips on her sole. “I am coming to believe you.”

She nudged him with her leg, whining childishly. “When will you say?”

Yuvraaj floated over her and sucked her chin, rubbing himself against her core, “You said I don’t love you, then why will I say?”

She made an eye roll, biting his shoulder as his fingers slipped inside her thong and rasped, “I will make you fall in love with me soon, I promise. And, you’ll….only chant my name… ah! Yuvraaj.” She gasped, closing her eyes to experience his thumb rubbing her sleek, swollen nub. She shivered in the anticipation of first thirst; of sweet, sensual invasion.

Yuvraaj latched onto her breast like a toothless infant, making her confused where to focus and how to pull her together. His fingers on her sensitive folds and his mouth on her bosoms were too much to take. She kicked the air, clawing at his shoulder to encourage him but he was only offering bits, making her cry in frustration.

“Yuvraaj, why are you….” She bit on his neck, arching off the bed as she felt his sleek, long fingers penetrating her spasm chasm. He patiently begin to maintain long strokes, hitching her breath and increasing the knotting in her stomach until she was dripping and her breath was coming off in short pants. The pressure, the tension coupled with the increased invasion brought her to the edge and cry out as everything melted and gushed out, releasing on an unladylike wail.