Five Weeks by Shruti Omar (good books to read for teens .TXT) 📕

Anahita kissed the plateau of Yuvraaj’s neck while popping buttons of his shirt out of the hole one after another. She discarded his shirt sooner than she thought and a sense of victory swelled in her.

"Anahita that tattoo..." He began but she silenced him with her lips, creeping over his lap and settled astride in a very, very compromised position. “You’ve tattooed my skin enough. It’s my turn now.” She winked, blocking his hands that crawled over her back and admired the view before her eyes. Her eyes hungrily moved down his throat to the massive plains of his chest and gingerly skimmed her fingers over his shaved chest, “Lost your testosterone?”

“You wish,” he murmured over her lips. “Didn’t want to give you hair burns when I grind against you.”

She flushed furiously and the outcome of her sweet gesture the tightening in his pants. Anahita stunned, feeling his groin poking in her front and watched him smirking at her, making a wiggle with his eyebrow. “Are you going to move away?”

In that frenzied moment, she surprised him when she grind against him despite the blood rush and gratification. She took pride in that fact that she had successfully aroused him and his boner was testament of it. She welcomed the sensation released in her body and dug her nails into his shoulder, sliding herself over his abdomen and tore a hiss out of his throat. His hands immediately flew to her sides and stabilized her. “Don’t.”

“Why?” She ran her tongue on her lips and kissed the length of his neck, endeavoring to grind but his hold was too tight on her to let her move. “Didn’t you want this?”

“I…we….” Yuvraaj closed his eyes, embittered that he wasn’t able to string together a coherent sentence when her lips were sloping down on the sides of his neck, up to his jaw and moving further to his earlobe, “We’ve been procrastinating our wedding night since forever. It should have happened earlier no. So, let’s correct the situation tonight.”

His passion ebbed away and he fluttered open his eyes. He moved to regress and caught Anahita peppering kisses down on his where she paused to swirl her tongue around his manly nipples, making him instinctively grab her hair and hum in appreciation. His mind was kicking him to crawl back but her body was maintaining its own protocols, providing Anahita enough of liberty to trail her lips down to his navel and rest her hands on his thighs.

“No,” he insinuated, shuttering his eyes back, hoping she had heard him because he feared the aftermath of the consummation. He knew if he saw remorse in her eyes after that, he would never be able to look at her again. It would kill his soul and stung him like an ugly insect. And, it was inevitable because she was very impulsive and unsure in her choices.

He pulled her by her arms to his eye-level and firmly stared at her, “No. Go and get changed, you are wet.”

“I am wet,” she made a clever wordplay and brought his hand to touch her. Yuvraaj pulled his hand back as if scalded and moved away until there was decent distance between them. Anahita quizzically watched him running his hand through his hair and clambering down the bed. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, you have to dress up and I will clear this mess.” He said, evading her eyes and stooped to pick the pillows. He hunted her shirt and slack, handing it to her without looking and she took them, blinking in confusion. Her mind refused to accept that he turned her down.

She bunched the shirt in her palms and jumped out of the bed, prancing to stand before him. “Why did you stop?”

“We have to clean the room. You know I can’t sleep without mattress.” He said calmly and threw the mattress on the bed before beginning to fill it inside the wooden frame. Anahita clasped his wrist in her hand and impeded him, “Stop lying. Look into my eyes and say it’s about the mattress.”

"It is one of the reasons."

"But not the only one. I want to know other reasons too." She tried to touch him and he bunched her fingers in his hand, “Anahita, we have to stop this.”

“Why?”

“Because that’s necessary,”

She frowned, “I don’t think so. Why are you stalling? I know you want me and I want you too. Then, why are you retreating?”

“I am not retreating, Anahita. I am just trying to give you time here.” He carefully chose his words and she threw her hands in the air, “I don’t need time. I know this is what I want. Or, is it because you need time to think? You still don’t trust me, right? You feel I had connections with…”

“No.” He firmly denied, shaking his head, “I said I trust you. It’s just, I don’t know if you’re sure about this because if you are not, you will regret it and I don’t want that to happen.”

“Who said I will regret?” She hugged him tightly, making his rigid body mold according to hers and murmured against his chest. “I don’t regret you. I love you and I want you. I am sorry I hurt you but I promise that won’t happen again. I will trust you with all my heart but please don’t stay mad at me.”

“I am not mad at you, mou.” He crooned, making her sneak at him with her doe eyes, “It’s okay. Moments like this will come in our life but I just want you to keep your faith on me and I promise I will do the same but at this point, I don’t think sex is a good idea.”

“Why not?” she was reduced to whine now and he swiped a hand down his face, puffing out a sigh. “Because, we are not ready for this. Believe or not, you want to do this out of guilt and compulsion. I don’t want…”

“Will you never stop dictating my feelings?” She asked, visibly annoyed with his speculations, “Yuvraaj, I know how I feel, okay? You don’t have to interpret them for me. I have said like thousand times that I love you and still you think I want you out of guilt. In what way does your brain work?”

“If I suppose you love me…”

“You still suppose? You don’t believe it?” She flared her nostrils and he surrendered, holding his hands up. “Let me rephrase, I believe you love me, still why do you want to consummate so suddenly? We have all our life to do this.”