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This chapter has explicit sexual content. Readers please read at your own discretion. Recommended age is 18 and above.

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The sweet and heady taste of her soft lips and her lush body against him was causing him to lose his mind—to take her hard until she could barely walk. Yet, some sanity was still left in him to keep control of the situation. He did not want to scare her away. For once he wanted to make love, instead of mindless fucking he was so used to. Now he understood the difference it made with a loving partner. He did not feel forced to maintain certain detachment and keep his feelings at bay.

The kiss escalated to full-on make-out session with their arms and legs tangled. Anya moaned as his hands gripped her hips and stroked her waist along the band of her jeans. His learned hands stoked flames of desire in her as she wondered if she would expire with need even before he delved any further.

She tentatively held his wrists to stop his passionate torment only for him to break the kiss and look at her questioningly. She signalled him to spare her a minute as she stood up, without breaking eye contact, to slowly remove her jeans as Ajay raked over her body with unbridled hunger.

She proceeded to remove her top only for Ajay to interrupt, "Leave that to me, darling. I want to peel every piece from your body. Please don't deny me that."

With a slow smile, she sauntered back to him, repeating his earlier words, "My pleasure."

He yanked her to lie next to him as he lightly stroked her cheek, rising a familiar blazing path to linger on her thin bow-shaped lips. Cupping her chin, he brought her lips to his for yet another soul-shattering kiss.

He tugged the hem of her top to expose her bare torso and a comfortable, fully covered, cotton underwear. The mere presence of her every day, classic briefs made him realize the significance and spontaneity of that moment.

All his previous encounters were pre-planned and came after much deliberation. The women, equally, came prepared with amusing dinner stories, impeccable clothes, arousing perfumes, alluring satin lingerie. Air Conditioned rooms, great beds with amazing bedspreads, scented candles, fine liquor which he mostly denied, and every damn thing was to elevate the mood of the night. Some women went further to welcome him nude to their homes.

Here, he was on an old mattress with used but clean bedsheets, an air cooler buzzing at one corner of the room which leaked more water on to the floor than the cool air it delivered, the soft hum of the ceiling fan, a zing of his favourite beverage— Vodka tonic— in his bloodstream and tangible smell of sweat trickling down their meshed bodies, yet, only her presence completed him. He felt a deep sense of satisfaction, and it was more than lust between them.

This moment of epiphany was not lost on him. He broke the kiss and hugged her flush against him just to relish the feel of her in his arms.

Though Anya hugged him back, she was restless with heightened senses and trembling hands. She frantically reached for the hem of his T-shirt and slipped her hands inside to feel his abs. Though he did not sport a six-pack, he was packed with hard muscles in all the right places with his disciplined life.

She savoured the shiver that raced through his body at her touch and was emboldened to further her quest. His muscles strained and bunched at her feather-light caresses that caused him to groan against her tangled hair.

His hands crept, ever so closer, to the cusp of her womanhood, making her wet by the minute. She stilled for an instant and trembled when his lithe fingers slipped past her panties to stroke her bud. She held on to his strong shoulders and fluttered her eyes close as her body arched and shuddered in orgasm. He contained her moans of pleasure with a searing kiss.

He left her for a minute to recover while he removed his clothes and was back. He quickly divested her of her remaining clothes. His already hardened member hardened further as his gaze travelled the length of her flawless body, lingering over her small but well-rounded breasts with pointed deep brown aureoles.

Anya did not miss the way Ajay's body reacted to her touch and his amazingly hardened member. He wanted her too, and that knowledge bolstered her confidence to stroke him intimately. Ajay gasped in wonder and threw his head back to enjoy her bold strokes. She further moved up to lick his now blatantly visible throat only to hear loud growls.

Ajay knew he wouldn't sustain much longer if she kept that up and held her wrists to cease her sensual torture. "I'll come before I pleasure you if you keep that up," he murmured as he caught her hands in one of his and brought them above her head.

She opened her mouth to further comment only to be swallowed by his, in a sweltering kiss and his questing hands landed on her swollen breasts softly kneading them. He suddenly broke the kiss and swiftly closed his mouth over her warm breast making her gasp in pleasure.

Anya moaned and curved her back, offering more of her to him. He obliged by taking it further into his mouth while he squeezed and stroked the other. He moved his hand across her stomach and touched her mound yet again, but this time this burning path was followed with his cool tongue as he moved further and further down.

He encouraged her to bend her knees while he kissed the top of her mound. Anya gasped loudly when Ajay's expert tongue did the unthinkable and lead her to another powerful orgasm. Even before her tremors subsided, he swiftly pulled himself up and clubbed them together in a single thrust as her world came to a standstill and only he mattered in it.

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Anya woke up with a jolt when she felt something wet touch her fingers only to find the water from the air cooler pool around the mattress. She smacked her head at her thoughtlessness, quickly ran to the kitchen and pulled a jute gunny bag to blot the water.

She examined the extent of the damage to her mattress to find one of the edges dripping wet. She might have to tie her mattress to the balcony railing for it to dry in the sunlight without it falling over. Satisfied, she turned around to find Ajay still fast asleep. His day promptly started by 5 am without a break, including Sundays. Yet, here he was sleeping―at 7 am on a Monday. She had no heart to wake him.

She wanted to drift back to sleep snuggling next to him, but it was a Monday, and her conscience started to list down the things to be done both at home and office. However, she decided to indulge a few minutes in the memories of the previous night and languorously got up to make coffee to soothe her aching muscles. She then came back to the cool bedroom with her mug of piping hot coffee reminiscing the night that caused her to blush.

They made love twice more before they drifted off to an exhausted slumber in each other's arms. The second time, she went all the way down, took him in her mouth and set him over the edge as he screamed her name aloud. He then pounded her hard with such ferocity that sure left her sore but sent her again and again to the gates of heaven and beyond.

By the third time, Ajay's keen sense of observation knew all her weak places to elicit illicit pleasures, and he took his own sweet time to devour every inch of her then took her through the motions in a languid speed. She could feel every inch of him as he thrust in her with no sense of urgency, and gradually built the pace only to end in a ferocious climax.

Ajay stirred and brought Anya's attention to his bareback. He patted around him as if in search of her and then got up with a frown only to look nearby to find a smiling Anya across from him. His frown was replaced with an appreciative smile, but immediately dropped when he noticed the wall clock.

"Shit. What day is it?"

"Good Morning to you too. It's Monday."

"I have a breakfast meeting in an hour."

And he kept mumbling to himself, "No time to go home and come back to the same area. Where's my phone?"

As Anya quickly patted the bedsheets to retrieve his phone, Ajay was busy gulping down Anya's coffee, "Hey, that's mine."

"So?"

"I think I'll keep this then," she wiggled his phone out of his reach. He went for the kill and dove at her for the device that made her scream involuntarily.

He wrestled and restrained her by holding her very tightly, then called Anu.

"Hey BIG SIS. I need a favour... I... But... So?... Anya's place.... Will you please listen? I need change of clothes for a meeting in an hour.... I don't need it. I'll use Anya's. Please I'll do anything. Don't tell Amma.... Ok BIG SIS I'll give you my word...Bye...I'm not giving her the phone. Call her.... Catch you in sometime. BYE"

"Sisters are an annoying lot I tell you, but very useful."

That was when he realised Anya was still squirming under him.

"Get off me, you big oaf," she thundered with a frown that Ajay found endearing. Though his cock was getting hard at an alarming rate, he had to get ready and leave. But she was an alluring person conveniently settled under him. Anya was still fuming about how she didn't like manhandling when Ajay dipped his head and claimed her lips in a leisurely kiss.

After what seemed like forever, they eventually parted to take huge gulps of air, "Still I don't like being manhandled," she whispered.

"I'm sorry, will never happen," Ajay replied with zero contrite. He took another look at the wall clock and groaned in annoyance as he quickly got up and then pulled her with him.

"I think a quick shower with both of us together would be good for the planet and saves water," he smirked, dragging her towards the washroom.

"Good for you, I don't have a shower in there only a bucket and a mug. I'm doing my share to save water already. So yeah, please go ahead and bathe. More than water, please think about the time. Both you and I know we'll not make it out of that room within 10 minutes," she swiftly swerved from his grasp and left to make breakfast.

"I hope you are ok with omelette and toast," she called out only for Ajay to gladly agree. Though he was annoyed at her refusal for a shower together, he had very less time to make it to the meeting as it is.

Anu made it to Anya's place just in time. She came in a rustle of satin skirts and a rush of fragrance. Unlike her brother, there was no judgement in her eyes. She was least bothered of the place. Besides, she was in a hurry as she dropped his suit, his laptop bag and a bulky toiletries pouch.

"Nice to see you, Anya. I got to go. I have a meeting in about half-hour. Just tell my idiot brother that he owes me big time."

Before she left, she turned around and hugged Anya taking her by surprise, "I'm glad you people are on track, finally. I was worried. I just hope my brother doesn't screw this up. Thank you, Anya. You are the best person to have happened to him."

She left like the wind before Anya could comprehend what just happened.

"Ah good! I thought she would never be here," Ajay exclaimed taking his garment bag and his pouch. Within no time, he was ready and looked the ever stoic Mr Mullapudi. His boyish charm and twinkling eyes were replaced by a tough look.

By then Anya finished her breakfast, got his breakfast sorted for him and went to get ready for work. Ajay swiftly wolfed down the whole thing and washed all the utensils in the sink, much to Anya's shock.

"You cook, I clean. Come on, let's move. I need to drop you and then go," he said in a rush.

"No! I'll drop you and then go to my office. Besides, you never really asked for my car," she uttered, as she plucked the keys from the stand.

"Oh God Anya please not now. Ok fine. May I please use your car for today?"

Anya smirked but gave him her keys and grabbed her stuff before she locked the door. He quickly kissed her forehead and sprinted down to the basement to get the car out.

Ajay was on edge right through their short trip to the office, so Anya remained silent. While he went through the agenda for his meeting mentally, the morning events too played in his mind.

He couldn't deny the fact how much they were in sync with each other, and the whole scene was so domestic. He felt he had lived with Anya for a long time. He briefly, glanced at her and appreciated her silence. It was a novel experience to have spent a morning at the lady's house after a night of frolicking, though he had no regrets.

He was a beast when it came to meetings. This was the most ill-prepared meeting he had ever attended, and that put him on edge. Somehow her solid presence calmed him down. He was sure on the path of no return where it concerns her. For once, he wanted to let go of his caution and plunge deep into whatever she had in store for him.

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