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firing inside me with each torturous stoke of his fingers and every suckle of
his lips against my clit.
    My pussy gave a squeeze, the familiar tightening in my belly
beginning with a vague, twisting knot. Navin seemed to understand, the
thrusting of his fingers gaining momentum until he was almost rough. I
whimpered, trying to grind against his mouth despite the persistent weight of
his hand on my hip, spreading across my belly. He sucked harder, thrust deeper,
and just when I knew my orgasm would peak to that moment when it could not be
halted or reversed, Navin ceased to touch me.
    His fingers slid out of me and he pulled back. “ Illa ,”
he said gruffly, admonishing me.
    I felt robbed, laying naked and panting against his bed. The
orgasm that had been so close diminished by the second, ebbing away to leave
only a dull ache as my clit continued to pulse.
    “Not yet,” said Navin, slipping off the bed and getting to
his feet. His cock remained hard, the smooth bulbous tip glistening wetly. I
held my breath, watching him grip the thick shaft in his hand.
    Sitting up, I found my limbs were wobbly still. Shuffling to
the edge of the bed, I was level with his narrow hips, the indent of his
bellybutton and the crisp black curls that trailed downward to his shaven
groin. Navin gazed down at me, his eyes hooded, shadowed by his thick lashes. I
sensed his anticipation then, his hopefulness that I would be bold enough to
take control.
    I had never been confident sexually. While I had often
longed to take control, something always stopped me. What if I made a fool of
myself? What if my technique was lacking? I sensed no judgment from Navin as I
placed my hands upon his thick thighs and shimmied a little closer. Catching
the musky scent of his pre-cum, I inhaled deeply. My hand shifted, pressing
hard against the back of his leg. He was immoveable, rooted to the wooden floor
boards. Beneath my hands, Navin was solid muscle.
    I thought of a horse with liquid muscles and unimaginable
power. There was something incredibly sexy about a strong man, and Navin’s
unassuming and humble persona made him even sexier.
    My lips parted, sliding over the wet, mushroomed tip of his
cock. For a moment I thought his unflappable calm might waver as he gave a
sharp exhale. Navin’s hand cupped the back of my head, lightly prompting me as
I took his length into my mouth, my tongue stroking his shaft. He jerked forward,
filling my mouth, almost choking me.
    My fingers flexed over his buttocks, squeezing the taut
flesh. My lips caressed him, tongue sweeping across the tender ridges of his
cock. I groaned, and the gentle vibration of my voice only seemed to encourage him.
His fingers tightened in my hair, knotting the strands roughly. Navin thrust
his hips again, backward and forward, his head falling back in pleasure. The
warm wetness of my mouth cocooned him, spurring him to repeat his approval in
Malayalam. I understood his words based solely on the guttural tone.
    Reaching between his thighs, I pressed my palm against the
weight of his sac, my fingertips touching his perineum. Navin gasped, tugging
my hair. I sucked harder in defiance, pressing with more insistence upon the
spot beneath his balls. His cock gave a pulse and I pulled back, releasing him
with a final, devilish lick upon the shiny, wet tip. I watched as clear, slick
juice leaked from the little slit, forming into a teardrop.
    He swore. Navin’s fingers relaxed, untangling from my unruly
hair.
    “Do you carry protection?” he asked, his sudden directness
surprising me. He sounded impatient, his cock wetly glistening an inch from my
parted lips.
    “I take the Pill,” I explained. I wasn’t in the habit of
finding myself in the beds of random men. There had been no plans to sleep
around on my trip to India. “I…” I cleared my throat, finding the topic to be
mortifying and personal. Odd, considering his tongue had been inside my cunt
only a few minutes earlier. “I’m