Right as Anirudh's head spun with shock, Aurora sank her teeth into his earlobe, her velvet tongue flicking against it. His whole body jolted—like a live wire hit harder than lightning.
Her killer curves mashed against his chest, that plush heat grinding into him, setting his blood on fire!
In that split second, Aurora ditched every last shred of restraint. Years of locked-up heat detonated. Her juicy red lips slid off his ear, trailing kisses down his cheek, zeroing in on his mouth. Anirudh's jaw dropped as she claimed his lips, her soft tongue darting inside.
That tongue? Pure silk. A sweet jolt flooded his mouth, a soul-melting buzz that wiped out where he was, who he was, what they were. Raw instinct took the wheel—he sucked her in, chased her, tangled with her. Their tongues locked in a sloppy dance, and a hazy Aurora started clawing at his clothes. Anirudh's hands went rogue, roaming her scorching, satin-smooth body.
In a flash, she ripped off his jacket. Their bodies twisted up tight, Anirudh kicking his pants to the floor. He reached out, popped her bra loose, and as the lacy thing dropped, a pair of perfect peaks spilled free—hypnotic, holding their own without a stitch of help.
Anirudh flipped her fast, pinning her under him. He devoured her tongue while his hand clamped onto one massive, jiggly mound—a high that sent his mind spinning off the rails.
Right then, Anirudh was gone…
"Anirudh, come on—take me, I'm dying for you…" Aurora's husky moans purred in his ear. Instinct kicked him into gear—kissing her neck, her chest, sucking half a pink tip. His hand slid between her thighs, grazing her drenched panties.
"Anirudh, I need you—now…" Aurora was past waiting. Years of bottled-up lust blew wide open—she forgot everything but him. Moaning, she yanked off his last scrap of gear, wrapping her fingers around his monster length as her legs splayed wide…
Mind blank, Anirudh braced with one hand, the other stroking her thigh, his massive spear easing toward her dripping cave…
When it plunged in, Anirudh shuddered hard. His first—his real-deal first—slow, electric, heart pounding with raw thrill…
"Anirudh, give it to me—oh…" Clocking his hesitation, Aurora's drugged-out voice egged him on. Her hips bucked, a soft cry slipping out—pleasure or pain, who cared? His beast sank deep, all the way home…
Aurora wasn't green, but it'd been ages. Her slick heat clamped tight, like some fresh-out-the-gate girl, not a woman pushing thirty—pulsing now and then, rocketing Anirudh to cloud nine. No words could touch that rush!
Time blurred—then Anirudh finally let loose inside her. Aurora flopped back, wrecked, her killer rack heaving faintly, creamy legs spread wide, gasping like she'd run a marathon—done in by him. Anirudh crashed on top, her softness hitting him like a drug, mind buzzing…
"Anirudh… that was really your first?" Feeling his broad, warm chest, Aurora's fingers traced his back slow and soft, her voice a gentle hum.
"Yeah…" Drained, Anirudh nodded weak, still sprawled over her, his length chilling inside her cave.
"No way your first was that insane—you killed me out there… Crash here tonight, huh? Ditch home—rock me again later?"
"But Eleanor…" Anirudh, still riding that high, ached for more, but Eleanor solo at home gnawed at him.
"Chill—Eleanor's buried in work, won't roll in till late. I'll square it with her…"
"Deal!" Logic got smoked by lust—her hot body under him sealed it. Anirudh nodded hard.
"That's my guy—oh!" Aurora planted a sweet kiss, then yelped—his dragon, still parked inside, twitched back to life, swelling fast. This kid—how was he reloaded already?
"Aurora, one more go, yeah?" Anirudh squirmed, his right hand kneading her rack, that silky plushness reeling him in.
"Tonight, alright? Amy's back any sec—we'd be toast!" Aurora was tempted, but his last round had wiped her out—she'd be a ragdoll if they went again now!
"But I'm jonesing bad…" Hooked on the fix, Anirudh wasn't letting up. He thrust forward, his dragon slamming her sweet spot. Aurora quaked, a moan ripping out, her body buzzing—teetering on caving—when Amy's voice boomed up: "Sis, dinner ready or what?"