He freed her legs, pushing her pants off the edge of the bed, then stroked up and under her thin cashmere sweater. She was wearing strings and skin. Her bra was barely there, and Ajay went a little delirious with the sensation. He fixed his mouth to hers, then reached up to squeeze her chin when she tried to rush him. He didn’t want to be rushed. He wanted every moment of this to be etched in his mind.

“Behave,” he whispered, and then pushed her sweater up and over her head. His assumption had been right. She was wearing small, sheer triangles that barely covered her dark brown nipples. The cups were secured by satin strips that were more for form than function.

“Did you wear this today hoping you’d get fucked?”

“Yes,” she sighed, writhing against him.

“Have you worn these before to seduce a man?”

Her eyes narrowed, and she tried to pull her arms free from her sweater, but he held her wrists captive with the fabric.

“I asked you a question,” he said as his free hand slipped under the band of her matching panties and gave her one long, wet stroke.

“N-No,” she choked. “They’re new.”

“A first for us.” He bit her nipple through her transparent bra and sucked even as she writhed under him. “Tell me,” he said as he continued to stroke and suck her between his words. “Have you ever made love?”

“Have you?” she snapped back.

“No. But I plan on it. Your turn.”

She let out a frustrated growl and pulled her hands free. In seconds she’d rolled over him and straddled his waist. “No. Happy?”

“Yes.” He sat up, unhooking her bra, and pressed a kiss between the curves of her breasts. “That means that we’re experiencing another first together.”

He flipped her over so that she was under him and saw the delighted glint in her expression. Raj liked those small displays of dominance, apparently.

And then he couldn’t think at all. Their mouths met, and his brain stuttered to a halt. His hands were full of Raj. Their fingers linked and they pressed together, chest to breast. They moved, stroking and sucking at each other until Ajay couldn’t think of anything else but being inside her, being a part of her.

With their lips still fused, he curled his fingers inside her soft pussy, rubbing the swollen nub of her clit as he felt her first trembling orgasm crest like a gasp and a sigh. She said his name, and the sound was like an embrace around his heart. With pleasure racing through him, he grabbed the condom from the bedside table she pointed to, put it on, then rolled on top of her again.

“Raj.” He settled between her legs, positioning himself. Time suspended as she wrapped her legs around his waist. With their eyes locked on each other, he entered her in one firm thrust.

“Ajay!”