–SOHINI–
When reality feels better than dreams—that's what it felt like when Vedant kissed me.
His lips moved over mine, his fingers tangled in my hair, his chest pressed against my breasts. For a second, I forgot how to breathe. Forgot who I was. It took me a moment to believe it was real.
My third kiss with Vedant Khanna.
I was just starting to melt into it—savor it—when he suddenly pulled back. The warmth of his mouth vanished, and I missed it instantly. He leaned his forehead against mine, eyes shut, his expression tight with guilt.
"I'm sorry," he whispered.
I stepped away, disappointed but determined not to show it. I sat on the chair and opened my book, pretending like nothing had happened. Pretending, because that's what he wanted. Right?
"You don't care?" he asked, confused.
I looked at him—long, sharp, deliberate. "Isn't that what you want? To pretend this never happened?"
I sighed. "Anyway, it was a mistake, right? Shouldn't have happened. Won't happen again. Blah, blah—"
But then—he cupped my face.
My fourth kiss with Vedant Khanna.
This time, it was deeper. Rougher. Possessive. His mouth claimed mine like he was done pretending.
I pulled back just enough to breathe. "What are you doing?" I moaned against his lips.
"I don't know—" he exhaled. "What do you want me to do?"
I stood up slowly, never taking my eyes off him. Then, slipping a hand beneath my skirt, I pulled off my panties and let them fall to the floor.
He just stared—his expression was a mess of awe, hunger, and something I had never seen before.
"I want you to make love to me," I said simply. Then I climbed onto the table and spread my legs wide. Cool air brushed my heat, and a soft gasp escaped my lips.
Vedant turned his face away, flustered, his ears darkening.
"I can't do this to you," he said quietly. "You're not ready."
"What does that mean?" I scoffed. "Are you impotent?"
He raised an eyebrow, almost amused. "You think?"
I shrugged, teasing—but he stepped forward, grabbed my hand, and guided it into his track pants.
What I felt was thick, hot, veiny—and very real.
"You still think I can't fuck you?" he murmured. "If I do—you won't walk for days."
His lips brushed mine. I shivered.
"Then why not?" I whispered.
He gently removed my hand. "Because I don't want you to regret it, Sohini."
"But—" I tried to argue, but his mouth was on mine before I could finish.
This time, his hand slid along my thigh, slow and deliberate, until he reached the wetness between my legs.
"May I?" he whispered against my lips, voice strained with restraint.
I nodded. "Yes."
His fingers touched me, exploring gently—first the soft folds, then the swollen cunt beneath. I was so turned on, so overwhelmed that even my belly clenched.
"Please—finger me," I begged. "Hard."
He brought two fingers—his middle and ring—to my mouth. I opened willingly, sucking them, tasting myself, coating him in my spit.
Then he pulled them out and slid both fingers inside me.
"F-Fuck," I gasped, clenching around him.
He moved slowly at first, then faster, curling and stroking, his fingers working me like he knew exactly how to make me beg, squirm.
"Look at me," he growled, breathless.
I forced my eyes open, locked onto his.
He pushed my legs wider, drove his fingers deeper, pumping in and out with dizzying rhythm. My head fell back, but he gripped my chin and kissed me again—deep, hungry.
One hand was inside me. The other massaged my breast through my blouse, fingers rolling my nipple until it throbbed.
I moaned louder, my hips moving on their own.
"I—Oh God, I'm gonna come—" I cried out, the pressure peaking.
But he didn't stop.
And then, I exploded.
I squirted all over the table, my thighs shaking, my entire body quivering in waves. My eyes rolled back as a broken moan escaped me.
"Oh fuck—Vedant—"
I collapsed against his chest, breathless, eyes fluttering.
"What have we done?" I whispered, dazed.
He stroked my hair and kissed my forehead. "I'll fuck you," he said softly, "when you're ready."
And in his voice—I knew he meant it.