Adityan’s hands were already trembling with anticipation as he stepped into Sakhana’s dimly lit apartment, the scent of jasmine and something undeniably feminine wrapping around him like a second skin. He had spent the entire day in the hospital, his surgical gloves stained with antiseptic and his mind drifting to the way her tits had bounced when they last fucked. Six-foot-four of raw, hungry need, and he wasn’t here to play nice.
Sakhana was already waiting for him, lounging on the couch in nothing but a silk robe that barely covered her thighs. The way the fabric clung to her curves made his cock strain against his trousers. She smirked as he strode in, his boots clicking against the hardwood floor.
“You’re late,” she purred, stretching like a cat. “And I was getting bored.”
Adityan didn’t waste time. He grabbed her by the throat, yanking her up against him, and crushed his mouth to hers. She moaned into the kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair as he forced her lips apart, his tongue claiming every inch of her mouth. He could taste the wine she’d been drinking, sweet and intoxicating, just like her.
“Fuck, I missed your mouth,” he growled against her lips, his hands sliding down to grip her ass, squeezing until she whimpered. “And these tits. God, I can’t get enough of them.”
Sakhana let out a breathy laugh, her nails raking down his back. “Then take them.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. In one swift motion, he tore the robe off her shoulders, exposing her bare skin to the cool air. Her nipples were already hard, begging for his mouth, and he didn’t disappoint. He bent down, sucking one into his mouth while pinching the other between his fingers. She arched into him, a desperate sound escaping her throat as he rolled her nipple between his teeth.
“Adityan—” she gasped, her fingers digging into his scalp.
He switched to the other nipple, lavishing it with the same attention before trailing kisses down her stomach, lower, lower, until he was on his knees before her. She spread her legs for him instinctively, her pussy glistening with arousal. He didn’t hesitate—he buried his face between her thighs, his tongue lapping at her slit before flicking over her clit.
Sakhana’s legs trembled, her hands flying to his hair as he devoured her. He could feel her pulse against his tongue, hear the way her breath hitched every time he sucked her clit into his mouth. He slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and she cried out, her hips jerking against his face.
“Adi—oh fuck, I’m gonna—”
He didn’t let her finish. He pulled back just enough to smirk up at her, his lips shiny with her arousal. “Not yet, baby. Not until I’m inside you.”
Sakhana whimpered, but she knew better than to argue. She reached for his belt, yanking it open with trembling hands before freeing his cock. It was thick, veiny, and already leaking at the tip. She wrapped her fingers around him, stroking him slowly as he stood, his hands gripping her waist.
“On your knees,” he ordered, his voice rough.
She obeyed without hesitation, sinking to the floor before him. He didn’t need to guide her—she already knew what he wanted. She took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head before she hollowed her cheeks, sucking him deep. He groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair as she worked him with her mouth, her other hand cupping his balls.
“Fuck, your mouth is perfect,” he grunted, his hips jerking forward. “But I need your pussy.”
She pulled back with a wet pop, her lips swollen and glossy. “Then fuck me.”
Adityan didn’t need to be told twice. He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the bedroom. He tossed her onto the bed, her tits bouncing with the motion, and she bit her lip as he stripped off his clothes, his cock springing free.
He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her thighs, his hands gripping her hips as he lined himself up with her entrance. She was soaked, her arousal dripping down her thighs, and he groaned at the sight of it.
“You ready, baby?” he asked, his voice thick with lust.
Sakhana nodded, her nails digging into his shoulders. “Yes...”
He didn’t need any more encouragement. He slammed into her in one deep thrust, filling her completely. She cried out, her back arching off the bed as he bottomed out inside her. He pulled back and thrust again, his hips snapping against hers as he set a punishing pace.
“Adi—yes—just like that!” she moaned, her tits bouncing with every thrust.
He reached down, pinching her nipple as he fucked her, his other hand sliding between them to rub her clit in tight, demanding circles. She was close—he could feel her walls fluttering around him.
“Come for me, baby,” he growled, his voice rough. “I want to feel you cream all over my cock.”
She didn’t need to be told twice. Her orgasm crashed over her, her pussy clenching around him as she screamed his name, her nails raking down his back. He followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he filled her with his cum, his groan guttural and raw.
For a moment, they just lay there, breathless, tangled together. Adityan pressed a kiss to her shoulder, his cock still buried inside her as it began to soften.
Sakhana let out a contented sigh, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back. “That was… perfect.”
Adityan chuckled, pressing another kiss to her collarbone. “Just perfect?”
She smirked.