Chapter 3: Rising Action
He had barely noticed that Aliya had slowly lowered his pants in the process of their frantic fumbling. Her arm slid around his waist, and just like that, Surya found himself involuntarily galloping atop her, his legs trembling with nervous excitement and confusion.
Her voice, an artful blend of sweetness and command, filtered through the turmoil of his emotions, urging him on. "Be a good boy, Surya, and please me the way you know you want to. I am so wet for you, and I yearn for the feel of you. Touch me, make me come undone, and I shall reward you beyond your wildest dreams."
His pulse raced, sound booming in his ears. She fitted him like a glove, wriggling her hips to meet his thrust. Hypnotized, Surya tentatively reached for her shaft in a jerky motion.
It twitched against his touch, as impossibly large as he remembered. Her rich, dark eyes fixated on him, ever-confident as her sly smile betrayed the smallest hint of dominance.
"Now, you're learning," she approved, licking her full lips. That infuriating smile did not fade, only deepening as if to say she knew how much control she had over him.
A bead of sweat trickled down Surya's brow as he continued to pleasure her, the realization of his complete submission to her vividly clear.
But amid this torrent of conflicting feelings, there were bursts of comforting warmth, even euphoria, from the unexpected and forbidden closeness of their bodies. It was too much, too hard to understand, too late to back down.
Surya tilted his head back, closing his eyes to revel in the tempest of sensations, the unsteady rhythm of his heart echoing in his ears.
Suddenly, he felt Aliya's grip tighten around his wrist, causing him to pause.
He glanced back, meeting her curious gaze. A slow, enchanting smile bid him to continue, yet her eyes now gleamed with a mischievous glint. "I want to feel you from behind. Don't hold back, Surya," she instructed, sending his heart hammering nervously.
Aliya slipped away from beneath him and repositioned herself on the mattress, tilting her hips upwards. Surya's mind raced as he gazed at the curve of her backside, the wanton invitation drawing him in; he mounted her, focusing on the intimacy of feeling her against every inch of him.