"You're going to kill me," she breathed, her voice trembling.
"Not yet," I replied, pulling her panties down to reveal her pussy, glistening and ready for me. I didn't waste any time. I buried my face between her legs, my tongue lapping at her folds, tasting her sweetness.
She cried out, her hands clutching at my hair as I devoured her. I sucked on her clit, flicking it with my tongue until her thighs clamped around my head, her body shaking with pleasure.
"Oh god, yes!" she screamed, her back arching off the couch. "Don't stop, please don't stop!"
I didn't. I kept going, my tongue driving her closer and closer to the edge. When she finally came, her entire body convulsed, her juices soaking my face. I lapped it all up, savoring every drop.
When I pulled back, she was still trembling, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. "You're… you're a monster," she said, but there was a smile on her face.
I grinned, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "And you love it."
The room was still heavy with the scent of sex, the couch damp from our earlier escapade. Lakshmi lay beside me, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my chest as she caught her breath. Her hair was a mess, strands sticking to her forehead, and her saree—what remained of it—was bunched around her waist. She looked like a goddess who had just been worshipped, her skin glowing under the dim light.
"You're insatiable," she murmured, her voice low and husky, her dark eyes flicking up to meet mine. There was something dangerous in that look, a spark of mischief mixed with dominance.
I smirked, running a hand down her side, feeling the curve of her hip. "Says the woman who came twice before I even got inside her."
She slapped my chest playfully, but there was a firmness to it, a promise of more. "Don't get cocky, bastard. You're lucky I let you have me at all."
Her words sent a shiver down my spine. There was something about the way she called me a bastard, the way she mixed tenderness with teasing, that drove me wild. And then, without warning, she shifted. Her hand slid down my stomach, fingers brushing against my softening cock, coaxing it back to life.