Chapter 15 Veera

Chapter 15 Veera

They went to sleep at one in the morning after almost passing out on the open albums and laptops filled with moments of Deepak's

past. Veera was so tired that she didn't pay any attention to the way that Deepak had cleared the bed and pushed the canopy

of flowers out of the way for her to get under the comforter. Her eyes were closed as she felt the soft warmth of Deepak tucking

her in.

She woke with a jolt less than two hours later when she felt lips at the base of her neck. They definitely weren't her lips.

Obviously.

Veera shivered delicately at the touch, as sleep melted like mist under the sun and she became more and more aware of her

situation. She was still in Deepak's bedroom at his parents' house in the Hudson Valley. She smelled the sweet scent of flowers

and could reach across the bedspread to touch the garlands that made a curtain around the mattress.

Then there was the arm wrapped around her waist. She knew that it was Deepak because she had felt the same strength, the same

gentle yet firm touch in her hungover state in Goa. He fit against her from shoulder to knee, and one arm tucked under her

pillow while the other spread across the slight curve of her belly.

He was so close to her now that she could feel the ridged lines of his muscled pecs and abdomen, the soft thud of his heart against her back. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. They were still surrounded by fragrant flowers, but there was a rich earthy scent that was all Deepak.

His touch stoked her desire until she was pressing her thighs together, and squirming forward so that she could increase the

space between them. The minute Veera moved, Deepak's hold on her tightened a fraction. Then she felt him shift, heard the

sound of a yawn, and shivered at the tickle of his breath against the nape of her neck. His hands inched under her shirt until

his fingers grazed the bare skin below her navel. He trailed his fingertips upward until they brushed the underside of her

breasts.

She closed her eyes and stifled a groan.

"Deeps?" she whispered; her voice was breathy as she gripped her pillow.

"Mm-hmm," he said, the deep gravel of his voice sparking goose bumps down her arm.

Veera shifted again, and this time, her ass pressed firmly against his crotch. She felt Deepak harden and his body fit firmly

against the back of hers.

"You're so tense," he whispered.

She knew she should roll away and chance falling on the floor again, but she couldn't. She didn't want to.

Oh god.

He was hard for her. This wasn't alcohol induced or a moment where they had to pretend to be a loving couple. In the darkness

of his bedroom, they were alone, and his hands were insistent and thorough as if he were showing her how much he craved her

body. The realization had her heart thudding like a drum in her chest. Had Deepak ever been attracted to her like this before?

She squeezed her eyes shut and pushed her ass harder against his bulge, rolling her hips back to hear the deep groan rumble through his chest. She was wet now, thinking of how far his hand would go as he touched her from thigh, over her stomach, and up to the underside of her unbound breasts. His hand climbed higher with each pass until his fingertips grazed over the tightening peaks of her nipples.

"Deepak," she whispered, and in response, he gently pinched the hard buds with firm pressure.

When the arm under her pillow slid down to wrap around her shoulders, she felt her desperation growing as she ached for relief.

She gasped when she felt his fingertips push at the top of her shorts. He waited for a heartbeat before they slipped under

the waistband and found her thin, barely there cotton panties. She was embarrassingly damp as she shamelessly pushed her butt

against his thick cock.

Deepak pressed an open-mouth kiss on the curve of her neck, just as his other hand slipped farther into her underwear and

caressed the top of her mound.

This wasn't happening. This wasn't real. How was this her life that Deepak was touching her in all the delicious, wet places

that, a few weeks ago, she only dreamed he'd caress and stroke?

She fisted the sheets, biting her lip and silencing all her moans that she desperately wanted to share with him. This was

his parents' home, and even if they were on the opposite side of the house, what he was doing to her was dirty, and hot and

private.

His hand dipped lower until it touched her labia, parting her folds and giving her one long, hard stroke with his fingertips.

"You're so wet," he said hoarsely.

When she didn't respond, his hand moved from around her shoulders to grip the front of her neck. He squeezed ever so slightly.

"Do you want more?"

"Yes," she hissed, her eyes fluttering shut. "Yes, I want . . . I want more."

"Let me give it to you, Vee," he whispered.

Deepak began circling her clitoris, and because she was so swollen and sensitive, she scooted forward, almost as if her body

was trying to escape his touch.

"Nah ah," he whispered and using the hand that currently covered her pussy, he pulled her back against him again. This time,

he nudged one knee between her thighs, opening her until she felt exposed.

"Oh god." She was practically panting for him as he began to increase his speed and rhythm, fingering and massaging the hot,

swollen clit. He moved his hips in the same deep, gyrating rhythm as his hand until she felt like he was fucking her.

His hold around her neck never relented, and her breasts, tender and sensitive, exposed to the cool bedroom air, throbbed,

as he ground his cock against her.

The sounds of her gasps echoing in her ears, his groans, and the rapid jerks of their bodies as they grew damp—the tightening

coils of desire wound tighter in her belly.

"Come for me, Vee," he gasped, his words broken as he finger-fucked her, and he thrust against her, with thin layers of clothing

protecting the last walls erected between them.

"Just let go."

She felt the orgasm rise in a quick, sudden surge, and when he pinched her clit, she let out a sharp shriek, arching against

him until she couldn't breathe, and floating lights burst in front of her eyes. He held her neck firmly, squeezing just as

she toppled over the edge. She'd never come so hard before in her life.

Veera collapsed against the mattress and was barely able to acknowledge Deepak removing his hand from her panties and rolling away to the other side of the bed. She heard him get up, and the bathroom door slowly close behind him, as she began drifting into a dream state.

Long moments later, Deepak returned and slid under the comforter behind her. She was half asleep when she felt him lean over

her and press a kiss against the curve of her shoulder.

"Good night, Vee," she heard him whisper.

She wasn't sure if it was a dream or reality, but the sound of his voice made her smile.