“Thanks for the compliment. I want to see you, and touch you too,” he said, his voice rough with passion.
She gave him a wink. “Thought you’d never ask,” she said, pulling her t-shirt off.
Dev held her arms down with his hands, staring at her lace covered breasts. While her body was slim to the point of being thin, her breasts were lush, straining against the lace. Right now, they heaved as her breath deepened. “Allow me,” he said, letting go of her arms to unhook her bra and flinging it on their shirts. “Anya...” he moaned, “You have such gorgeous breasts.” He pressed the tip of his right thumb to a taut nipple, making Anya groan with want. He moved his thumb in a circular motion, watching the other nipple tightening further in response. Removing his thumb, he bent down to touch the tip with his tongue, flicking it gently, drawing away immediately.
“Dev!” protested Anya, her hands in his silky hair, doing her best to hold him against her. He was wreaking havoc with her body.
He smiled, grazing his teeth on the tip, his left hand cupping her right breast.
“Oh yeah,” moaned Anya, thrusting her breast into his palm, “Please don’t stop. That feels so good.”
Moulding one breast with his palm, Dev opened his mouth to take the tip of the other breast into his mouth, sucking on it gently. Anya’s body went taut in his arms as she almost jumped off his lap in excitement. He opened his mouth wider and sucked harder, making her moan.
Anya protested when he lifted his head. “No...please don’t stop Dev.”
“I’m going nowhere, sweetheart,” he whispered in her ear, turning his head to give the same attention to the other teat. His right hand cupped her left breast that was damp from his caresses, his rough palm rubbing against the wet and engorged tip.
“Dev,” whimpered Anya, thoroughly aroused by his mouth and hands on her person. Her hands caressed the muscles of his back that were sheathed by satiny skin, her palms revelling in the texture. When he bit a nipple, her claws came out, raking his back, even as she moaned in desire. “I want you Dev.”
“I want you too, sweetheart,” he said, “Your room or mine?” he asked, lifting his head to look at her. His manhood throbbed with the need to dive into her.
“Huh?!” She opened her eyes to look up at him, surprised to see an expression akin to pain on his face. “What? Are you hurt?”
He gave her a weak grin. “Not really.” He took her hand and placed it against his shaft. “Feel it?” When she nodded slowly, he grunted, “I want to get inside you, like now.”
Her eyes widened in surprise even as her hand caressed his bulging manhood. He was huge!
Dev got off the sofa to lift her in his arms and took the decision out of her hands as he walked towards her bedroom. He stopped midstride with a sudden jerk. “Anya?”
She stopped nibbling his shoulder to open slumberous eyes to look at him. “What?”
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
It was as if a light had been suddenly switched off. The passion disappeared from her eyes to be replaced by utter bafflement. She shoved him away, getting out of his arms to stand on trembling feet. “How the hell would I know?” She glared at him. What lousy timing!
“I’m sorry Anya, but...”
She punched him hard on his chest, hurting herself more as her fists connected with his highly honed muscles. When he would have taken her hands in his, she took a couple of steps back, before turning away from him. “I hate you, Dev. Do you hear me? I hate you,” she said in a loud whisper, rocking back and forth on her heels, her arms hugging her body. When she felt him move towards her, she ordered, “Don’t touch me.” Quickly grabbing her discarded bra and t-shirt, she held them protectively in front of her, walking to her bedroom and shutting the door with a bang.
Dev stared at the closed door, his mind in turmoil. Anya had been his for the taking. He didn’t really know what had prompted him to ask her if she had a boyfriend. While it would have been great if he hadn’t thought of asking her the question, he realised that he wanted to know the answer. What if she regretted making love with him, once her memories returned? And return they will. He was confident of that. He fell back on the sofa, taking his cell to send Farhan a WhatsApp message. If there was anyone who would know if Anya had been in a relationship before her accident, it was Farhan.
Anya also sent a similar message to Farhan. “Do I, no...did I have a boyfriend?”
It was past midnight and Farhan didn’t see either of the messages till morning. Neither Dev nor Anya slept that night.
19
Anya’s phone pinged at 7 am, disturbing her from the light slumber she had slid into barely an hour ago. She stretched her arm to see who it was. It was Farhan’s reply to her message. “Nope, you have no boyfriend.”
She got up with a jerk to sit against the headboard, slapping her phone angrily down on the pillow beside her. Her awakened body wanted to heap abuse on Dev’s head. Why the hell did he have to stop midway to question her about a boyfriend? Wasn’t it simple logic that if she had one, the guy would have come in search of her by now? Well, that had become clear after receiving Farhan’s reply, but not last night. Last night, her temper had flared up fierily as she had been desperate for Dev to make love to her.
So why not now? Anya put her feet on the floor when the thought sprung forth in her mind, a small smile on her lips. They hadn’t known if she was in a relationship last night. But now she knew differently.
Dev had given her so much of himself. Couldn’t she let go of her ego and tell him what she had found out just now?
She got up immediately and went to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her hair. She had removed her pyjama bottoms before going to bed, just having pulled the t-shirt over her head. She walked out of the bedroom and went to the other one before she had a change of mind. Without bothering to knock on the door, she twisted the handle and went inside.
She stood just inside the door, watching Dev lying there, sprawled on his chest, one arm flung out on a pillow beside him. His back was bare while a thin sheet covered his lower body. She couldn’t help staring at his snug butt that lured her closer to the bed. It was now or never. She lifted his arm slowly and slid under it, snuggling close to him.
“Anya?” mumbled Dev, turning around groggily. He had gone to sleep barely a couple of hours ago, working on his company accounts till 5 am.
“Go to sleep Dev. You must be beat if you had as bad a night as I,” she whispered, her lips brushing his ear.
He promptly buried his face in her breasts, twisting a bit before he got comfortable. He was fast asleep within a few seconds.
Anya wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close to her body, shutting her eyes with a smile on her lips, wondering if sleep would claim her. It wasn’t long before her breathing turned even and she caught up on lost sleep.
It was past ten when Dev came awake, pressing his head into the pillow that was too comfortable for words. Wait a minute! The said pillow was breathing. He opened his eyes a slit to find that he was lying on Anya’s chest as he recognised her t-shirt from the night before. What was she doing in his bed? She must have come here only in the morning as he had been awake till at least 5.30 am.
But that didn’t stop him from concluding that it was simply awesome waking up in her arms, his manhood springing to attention. She held him close, her arms wrapped around his back. Without his volition, Dev’s hand moved low to touch the back of her bare thigh, caressing the soft skin as he continued to move further up, to press a palm to her rounded bottom. He was startled to find naked skin, his erection getting painfully harder in response. The minx had done away with her panties. What had she been thinking, sneaking into his bed with no underclothes? He was sure she wasn’t wearing a bra either.
A sudden thought struck him. Farhan must have replied to his message. He tried to turn around towards his phone, only to have her slender arms lock tighter around him, refusing to let go.
“Don’t g
o away Dev,” said Anya in a sleepy whisper. “I’ve no boyfriend. Please make love to me, I need you so much.”
Dev stopped moving to look up at her, his chin pressed to the middle of her chest. Her eyes were open a slit as she stared at him. “How do you know?” he asked.
Her coffee brown eyes opened wider, sleep vanishing from them to be replaced by desire. “I asked Farhan last night. He sent me his reply today morning.”
And that’s why she had come to his bed. Dev smiled, his grey eyes turning smoky with passion. He pulled her head towards his, kissing her deeply, his big hands pushing her t-shirt out of the way as he stroked her slender back. “I want you Anya.”
“I want you too,” she said, moving her torso away to pull her t-shirt off.
His gaze turned tender when he saw the red marks on her breasts, the result of his lovemaking from last night. He touched a red spot gently, asking, “Does it hurt?”
She shook her head shyly, her eyes clinging to his. “Not much. My body craves for your touch.”
He grinned, bending down to run his tongue soothingly over the red spots, arousing her to a fever pitch.
She turned restlessly in his arms, “Dev, I...”
He raised his head to look down at her. “Tell me what you want.”
She took his hand and placed it against her feminine mound, her legs crossing to hold his hand in place. “I’m not sure,” she said innocently.
He wondered if she was a virgin. Well, that was one question only she could answer, when she remembered. He gently parted her legs, pressing his thumb to her wetness, exploring gently, bringing forth moans from her lips. When he saw that she was ready, he moved on top of her after slipping on a condom, lifting her leg to wrap it around his waist. “This may hurt, sweetheart. But I promise to be as gentle as possible,” he said, looking deeply into her eyes.
She nodded, trusting him completely. That didn’t stop her though from letting out a shriek when he entered her, her eyes going wide before shutting down.
Dev stopped, gritting his teeth, poised on top of her, afraid to move in case he hurt her more. He waited for her breathing to settle down before asking, “Do you still hurt?”
“I don’t think so. Can you make it better?” she asked, looking up at him curiously. Despite the pain, her body still craved him, her feminine core throbbing with need.
Dev stirred in her arms, pulling out only to thrust again, doing his best to be as gentle as possible.
“Dev,” she groaned, her nails digging into his back, her legs locking tightly around his waist.
That was all the encouragement he needed before he pounded into her, sweat gathering on his forehead despite the air-conditioner running full blast. He ran a tongue over her swollen nipples, careful not to hurt her sensitive breasts.
Anya wallowed in his thrusts, meeting him halfway, reaching out to the skies. She could feel the build up of pleasure in the depth of her womb, her body seeking utopia. Suddenly, she exploded, the orgasm catching her unawares as she sunk her teeth into his shoulder, her body rocking with unfamiliar sensations.
Dev continued to pound into her, the bite on his shoulder egging him on, before he came as he had never done before. His breath coming in gasps, Dev fell at her side, careful not to crush her with his weight, though his lower body was still joined to hers.
It was a long while before either of them could move. Dev shifted to pull her close into his arms. “Sweetheart, did I hurt you badly?”
Anya looked up at him with an impish smile on her face. “If that was hurting, please hurt me as much as you can,” she declared, pressing her soft lips to his rough cheek. “That was just amazing Dev. And no, I can’t recall any experience I’ve had that was similar to this. And yes, I’d have remembered, just like I recalled the film.”
He grinned at the gorgeous woman in his arms, mighty chuffed at her compliment. Yeah, Dev had fallen for Anya all over again, this time in love.
20
Dev and Anya got back to Karjat on Monday morning after spending a decadent weekend in Anya’s apartment, making love most of their waking hours. This was the happiest Anya had been since her accident. And now she was really looking forward to working for Dev.
They shifted from the helicopter to the station wagon waiting for them. “Anya, I forgot to mention, what with the weekend being so distracting, I...”
Anya cupped Dev’s cheek, smiling into his grinning face. “Did you have fun?”
“Too much,” he said, giving her a wink. “After the weekend party, will you visit your parents?”
Anya frowned, removing her hand. “No Dev, unless you want to be rid of me. I was going to begin working in your farm office. Don’t you want me to anymore?”
“Of course I want you to. The job’s waiting for you. I just want to follow Dr. Adnani’s advice. You know the reason why we spent the weekend at your apartment—to help trigger your memory, if possible...”
“Oh!” She looked at him mischievously, “Pardon me if I misunderstood your intentions.” She winked at him.
Dev laughed softly. “Don’t get me wrong, they were the best two days of my life,” he said in a whisper. He was glad it was another worker from the farm and not Ramu kaka who had come to pick them up from the helipad. Otherwise, they’d have been inundated with questions.
She grinned at him, her eyes crinkling at the corners, pressing her hand on his thigh suggestively. “Please Dev, give me a couple of more months. Maybe then I’d be ready to face those two people who are supposedly my parents.” She still got disturbed whenever she thought of their hospital visit.
Dev looked at her beseeching expression and nodded his head slowly. “If you’re sure...personally, I don’t much care for the idea of your doing anything that you don’t want to do. But...”
“That’s my man,” she said, moving her face closer to the front seat, away from the driver’s purview of vision and turning towards Dev to blow him a kiss.
Anya jumped out of the car when they arrived, thrilled to be greeted by all four dogs. She couldn’t wait to go inside the house that she had come to think of as home. And she had so missed Daadima.
She chatted with Meena, telling her about their visit to the doctor and about the weekend party that Dev was planning.
Meena saw Anya’s glowing face and Dev’s cat-that’s-got-the-cream expression and drew her own conclusions, portraying only an affectionate smile on her face.
Noticing movement in one of the ceramic pots in the courtyard, Anya turned to see the three little kittens, lying on top of one another, fast asleep in the sunlight. “Oh my God!” She went to them and ran a finger over Jupiter’s ginger fur as he lay on top of the other two. Stretching and yawning, he opened sleepy eyes and meowed at Anya, much to her delight. “Jupiter, you’ve grown up so much in the last three days,” she cooed, lifting him gently in her hand. He crawled up her arm and settled in the crook of her elbow. Her eyes shining with delight, Anya turned to show her prized possession to Dev. “Isn’t he the cutest?”
“Don’t,” teased Dev in a whisper, “You’ll make Mars and Venus jealous.” Those two hadn’t moved an inch, continuing to sleep.
Anya pouted at him, “Very funny.”
“I’m leaving for the farm in fifteen minutes. Do you want to go?” he asked.
“Oh yes!” She left Jupiter in the ceramic pot along with his siblings.
“Let’s find out if you can ride a cycle,” said Dev mysteriously, going with her to the garage.
“Huh?!” Anya looked at him curiously, wondering what he meant.
“We have half a dozen cycles and use those to get around the farm. I generally cycle to the other side of the property. You see if you can manage. If not, we’ll take the car. What say?”
“That’s a damn good idea, cycling around the property. So much less pollution. I’m sure I’ll be able to manage.” She tested the cycle that he offered her, finding it pretty comfortable. Pedalling a couple of rounds, she nodded her head.
“I think I’m good.”
“Just a minute.” Dev took out a brilliant red cycling helmet from one of the shelves in the garage and strapped it on her head. “Now you’re good to go,” he said, strapping a blue one on his own.
They cycled their way to the office that was closer to the poly houses. It was a single-storied structure with a tiled roof that had one big square room with a kitchenette at the back. There was a large, rectangular desk with a leather-backed chair and a work station that could seat four. “Hello Shaan,” called out Dev as they entered the office. Turning to Anya, he said, “I don’t have many office staff. It’s just Shaan, myself and now you. Shaan knows as much as I do about the operation and you can refer to him if you can’t reach me.”
Anya nodded, excited that she’d finally be doing something useful. “Hello Shaan,” she greeted Dev’s manager.
“Hello ma’am,” said Shaan, with a broad smile on his face.
“Please call me Anya,” she insisted.
Dev sat with her and showed her where he kept his files. “Shaan, forward all marketing mails to Anya. Let her go through them. And also explain to her how the whole operation works—from farm to cool house to trade centre to end consumer. Anya, you get familiar with everything and let’s maybe have a meeting on Wednesday morning. Does that work for you?”
Anya nodded enthusiastically. “Yes sir, it does,” she said with a mischievous look on her face.
“I’ll be seeing you then,” said Dev, getting up from his chair. He walked close to her to give her breast a hard squeeze when Shaan turned towards his workstation to pick up his laptop. “That’s for being cheeky,” he told Anya.
She held his hand, a naughty grin on her face. “You’re tempting me to be cheeky all the time.” Her eyes dancing, Anya added after an afterthought, “Sir!”
“I’ll get you for that,” he promised, walking towards the door.
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