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“Always the romantic,” she said, with a laugh.
I chased her into the bathroom and took my time stripping her riding clothes off before I carried her to the huge shower in the middle of the bathroom. She stared into my eyes as we stood under the rainforest shower, as if she was looking into my very soul.
“Kiss me, Dheer,” she begged, and I did.
I kissed her until we could barely stand. The water poured over our heads as I slammed her against the wall of the shower cubicle and kissed the living daylights out of her. My cock was hard enough to pound concrete but all I wanted to do in that moment was to just kiss the woman of my dreams. The woman I loved with all my heart. The woman who was finally mine.
After I soaped her thoroughly, I rinsed her off as promised and dried her as much as I could before I carried her to the bedroom. When I lay her on the bed, Diya pulled me down and rolled over until she was astride me.
“Condom?” she asked breathlessly.
I reached over and pulled one out from the bedside drawer. She rolled it on me expertly and impaled herself on my hardness in one smooth move. It was fast, wet, and wild. Diya leaned back and held onto my knees as she rode me hard. When her movements became rougher, I rolled her over on her back and slammed into her hard and fast until I felt the tremors of her orgasm wrack her body. Her inner muscles convulsed around me and she screamed my name.
I kissed her hard as I began to come, and she wound her hands around my neck as she held on to me tightly. I wanted to stay in her arms forever because no other place felt so much like home. I breathed heavily into the crook of her neck and waited for my heart to slow down.
When I began to pull away, Diya tightened her legs around my hips to hold me in.
“Not yet,” she whined. “Stay for a bit.”
“I’ll be back before you know it,” I whispered, dropping a quick kiss on her lips. But her lips called to me like a siren, so kissed her again. And again. I felt her smile against my lips.
“Go clean up,” she whispered. “I’ll be here, waiting.”
I scooped her into my arms when I returned from the bathroom, and spooned her under the covers.
“How does your hair always smell so good?” I grumbled.
“Rose and jasmine hair mist,” she replied sleepily.
“Witchcraft,” I teased, and she laughed huskily.
“We need to leave for Milan tomorrow morning,” I reminded her. “Is your visa up-to-date?”
She turned to me with a frown.
“Yes. But is yours?”
“Always,” I replied.
“And what about the family?”
“I’ll go speak to Ma now,” I replied, getting up reluctantly. “You get some sleep because we’ll have to leave early tomorrow morning.”
“Ugh! No! I have to speak to Caroline and then pack for the trip.”
“Don’t you keep a travel bag ready always?” I asked curiously.
“Umm, no. Because I’m not a psychopath!”
“Please! It’s just called being organised,” I scoffed.
Diya rolled her eyes at me theatrically and dragged herself out of bed to throw on some clothes.
“Haven’t you unpacked yet?” I asked, waving a hand towards her trunks that sat in a corner of the walk-in closet.
“Not yet,” she said with a yawn. “I need time to organise everything properly. I guess I’ll do it when we get back from Milan.”
I dropped a kiss on the top of her head and went off to speak to my mother. It wasn’t easy, but I convinced her to push the mooh-dikhai for next week.
