“Hmm?”
“Tell me more about your religion.”
“Sure, after you tell me about yours.”
Victoria sat up. Religion was obviously important to both of them, and her interest was more than just out of curiosity. And as she studied him, she realized his was as well. She bit her lip and thought about where to begin. “All right. I told you that I’m an Episcopalian, and as an Episcopalian I believe in ‘three and yet one.’”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning the Holy Trinity: God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit are one.”
“God the Holy Son is Jesus. Is that correct?” Sanjay asked.
“Yes. Jesus died for our sins and was resurrected, and he will be resurrected again.”
“Really?” Sanjay asked. “When?”
She shrugged and smiled. “I don’t know, but he will be.”
“Do you believe in heaven and hell?”
“Of course. Doesn’t every—” She stopped and looked at him. “What do you believe in?”
“I believe in Vaikunta, a place of eternal bliss.”
“Sounds like heaven to me. Let’s see,” she murmured to herself. “What else?”
Sanjay smiled. “What about sex?”
“What about it?”
“Are you supposed to be having it?”
She laughed. “You mean without marriage? Technically, no, but what can I say?” she asked with a shrug. “I’m human, and occasionally, I have my needs.”
“It isn’t encouraged in Hinduism either. I do my best to be obedient to the faith in other ways, though.”
“Is it difficult? I mean,” she tried to explain when he looked at her questioningly, “is it difficult going against what you’ve been taught?”
“Yes, most times it is. When I first decided to have sex, I struggled with the decision for a long time.”
“So what happened to make you think it was okay to have unmarried sex?”
He shrugged. “As you said, I’m only human. I’m fallible and not perfect, and besides, I think it’s kind of a stupid rule.”
They both fell silent. After a few moments, Sanjay said, “What else would you like to know? I find that Westerners have a lot of misconceptions about my culture and religion.”
“You’re a Westerner too, San. You were born here.”
“Yes, but I have the advantage of having Eastern parents, so I’m comfortable in both worlds.”
“Okay. So tell me something we Westerners have been wrong about.”
Without hesitation, he said, “The Kama Sutra.”
Victoria sat up to get a better look at him. “Really? What about it?”
“Well, for starters, it’s not just about sexual positions. It’s got seven volumes to it, and only one covers sexual positions. One volume, which is made up of five chapters, even talks about the aims and priorities of life.”
“Is that so? What else can you tell me about it?”
“Some of those sexual positions—there are sixty-four of them—are impossible and or painful to do, particularly for the woman.”
Smiling playfully, she narrowed her eyes at him. “Is there some reason you know so much about it? Did you study the book?” His shameless grin made her burst out laughing.
“When I was a teenager,” he began once she’d quieted, “my friends and I did study Kama Sutra as if it were as necessary for us to know about it as it was for us to know about Hinduism.”
“Typical male.” She smirked.
“You bet,” he agreed. “We made it our business to try out all of the positions.”
Her eyes widened. “All sixty-four of them?”
“Oh, yeah,” he bragged with relish. “We didn’t approach any of the Indian or Hindu girls we knew to try them out with us because we knew if we did, the chances of it getting back to our parents grew exponentially. It was you American girls who made it easy for us.”
“Oh, really?” she asked, trying to sound insulted.
“Yes, really,” he confirmed with a nod. He nudged her shoulder with his. “So, how about it, Doc? Want to try out some of my favorite positions?”
Victoria immediately stiffened at the suggestion, her body growing hot and bothered. She nudged him back with her shoulder and, looking at him through her lashes, licked her lips and in a voice that had grown husky and throaty with need, said, “Oh, absolutely.”
Chapter Twelve
“Do you need the book as a study aid, or can you go from memory?” Victoria asked him, her hands at his waist as she stood before him and he began to rid her of her blouse. She’d just finished kissing him and, deciding she wanted more, stood on her toes again to explore his mouth. Excitement hummed through her, making it almost impossible for her to be still.
Sanjay chuckled but kissed her back. “Darlin’,” he said, his tone gravelly, “I remember every single move I learned from Kama Sutra. You just relax,” he told her.
“It’s impossible for me to relax,” she told him. She’d been strung out on the possibilities of what he was going to do to her ever since he’d thrown her over his shoulder and rushed up the stairs to his bedroom.
“Then we’ll just have to work like this,” he said softly.
He slowly peeled the blouse from her shoulders, removing it as if unwrapping a gift. He let his gaze roam over her small, firm breasts hidden but revealed in a black demicup bra.
Leaning in, he kissed one nipple, then the other through the lace of the bra, smiling when he heard and felt her catch her breath. His fingers kneaded and caressed her skin as they followed the blouse’s descent from her shoulders to her wrists. His eyes remained on her breasts. “So soft and beautiful,” he murmured, pulling her hands from his waist so that the blouse could drop unimpeded to the floor.
He stepped back to get a good look at what he’d uncovered. His eyes narrowed, his heart rate picked up, and he fought to suppress the beast within. The small, plump delicateness of her brought out every basic and base instinct he had. The urge to take, to seize—hell, to devour—overtook him, and he bent his head again.
Victoria was unprepared for his mouth to take hers so swiftly and so completely. She moaned and tried to keep up with his lips, teeth, and tongue as they invaded the confines of her mouth. When he picked her up and gripped her tightly to him, she wound her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, and held on. It was like trying to hold on in a swiftly tilting world, and she whimpered almost in pain when his hands cupped her ass and his fingers pressed deep. She couldn’t think straight, and couldn’t get her bearings and didn’t know if she actually wanted to. There was no other word for it—she felt consumed by him, and she reveled in it, pressing her hardened nipples into his chest and rubbing her cleft against his dick.
Sanjay ate from her mouth, taking what he needed and leaving nothing behind. The driving urge he’d felt earlier was finally abating somewhat as she let him have his way. He slowed the kiss down, giving her small harmless pecks now instead of the hot juicy ones she’d grown accustomed to. “Hey,” he said and watched as her eyelids slowly lifted and her slumberous eyes latched on to his. She looked soft and sleepy as she angled her chin in position for another kiss, and unable to resist her, he bent to give her what she wanted. She immediately squirmed against him, straining to get closer, and he let out a strained chuckle. She was obviously trying to kill him.
He broke from the kiss and pushed the hair out of her eyes. “Hey,” he said again, “you keep this up, and I won’t get to show you any of the Kama Sutra positions I want to show you. I’ll have to take you standing right here.”
“Sounds good to me,” she said lustily and started to pull his head down for another kiss.
He laughed. “No, we already did the Suspended Congress earlier tonight. Well, it was really the Supported Congress because you only had one leg wrapped around my waist, but let’s not quibble,” he said as he walked over to the bed.
Suddenly Victoria found herself flying thr
ough the air, and she yelped in surprise. She landed flat on her back on the bed and barely had the time to register that fact before he was kneeling between her spread legs. She looked up at him expectantly, watching as he stripped his T-shirt off and tossed it over his head.
Reaching between her legs, Sanjay cupped her through her jeans. They were damp. “Oh, yeah, you’re ready for me,” he said, and it came out as a growl as he began to undo the jeans, sliding them and her panties down her legs, grunting in approval when she lifted her hips to accommodate him. He grinned when his handkerchief fell out. “Bend your knees, honey, and lift them up a bit,” he told her.
Breathing shallowly, Victoria did as she was told and watched as he removed first one of her shoes and then the other. Her eyes went to half-mast when he took her jeans and panties off and brought her panties to his face to sniff at the crotch. Reflexively her pussy contracted deeply in response, and she felt juice leak from her opening. “San!” she pleaded when he put her panties in his mouth and sucked on the crotch as if it were a lollipop.
“You taste so good, baby. I’ll never get enough of you.”
“San!” she said again when he took his gaze from her face to her vagina and just stared at it, seeming to get lost in what he was seeing. And as if it felt his hungry gaze on it, it began to leak out a steady stream of juice.
Sanjay watched the clear liquid flow slowly from her sheath to pool beneath onto his sheets. He made a hungry sound in his throat as he stared at her glistening pinkish brown lips and the hidden bud that seemed to pulse to the beat of his heart. Slowly, he reached out his hand and, reaching down, swooped up some of her juice with his fingers
“Oh, God,” Victoria said and moaned as if in pain as she watched him lick his dripping fingers. “Please, Sanjay!” She was begging now but didn’t care. The pain of being unfulfilled was all too real.
Sanjay finished licking his fingers clean and brought his attention back to her. “Bend your knees up to your chest for me, sweetheart,” he told her and felt his mouth go dry when she complied. “Is it uncomfortable for you? Good,” he said when she mutely shook her head no. He took a condom from his jeans pocket. “Now this position,” he explained as he unzipped his jeans and pulled them and his boxers down so that they fell to pool around his knees. After slipping on a condom, he gripped her hips and lifted her butt inches off the mattress, resting it on his thighs. The pads of her feet were flat on his stomach. “This is called Wife of Indra,” he finished and, positioning himself at her entrance, slid his dick home.
Victoria screamed. His penetration was swift and immediately deep. She screamed some more as his dick tunneled easily and smoothly inside her. She could feel every inch of him, and the sensation was making her lose her mind. She looked at his face. It was savage with concentration as he pounded into her again and again, his hands gripping her so tight she knew they’d leave imprints on her hips.
She clasped his ass in her hands, pulling him toward her as she pushed her feet against him. Hearing the constant slap-slap sound her ass made as it repeatedly came in hard contact with his thighs only served to heighten her pleasure. When he gritted his teeth and executed a particularly violent thrust, Victoria felt the explosion begin to rumble low in her stomach. Her mouth fell open speechlessly as the explosion roared up like a demon and completely took over her body, sending her spinning out of control and looking for an anchor.
Her hands clenched on his behind and she pulled him hard into her ensuring that he took that scarily exciting, seemingly never-ending free fall over the precipice with her.
Sanjay lay with Victoria’s head on his chest as he played with her curls. “Vick.” They’d fallen asleep but had awakened when he’d decided he was hungry again. Apple pie and cheddar cheese had remedied the problem, and now they lay in bed satiated in more ways than one.
“Hmm?” she mumbled sleepily, and then, “Please don’t call me that, Sanjay. I really dislike the name, especially given the reason you came up with it.”
“What? You mean because it rhymes with dick, which always comes to immediate attention whenever you’re around? That reason?”
“Humph,” she muttered and pouted. “Yes, that reason, which is even worse than I thought.”
Sanjay chuckled and kissed her forehead, smiling when she nuzzled into the kiss. “I’m just teasing. The real reason I call you Vick is because you’re just the opposite of what I’d imagine someone named Vick to be like—all hairy, muscle-bound, hard, and smelly. You’re soft and feminine, and you smell good. When we worked together, sometimes just the thought of your scent would get me out of bed and into work. God, you just don’t know how much I hated that place by the time I left. I was miserable, but then I’d think about your scent and that was enough to get me to the shower. And once I’d had my shower, I was usually okay.”
Victoria said nothing. She only leaned up, took his face in her hands, and kissed him softly in an effort to comfort him.
“And of course, I couldn’t wait to get there to pester the hell out of you. That was also a bright spot in my day,” he joked once she’d broken off the kiss. “You’re so easy to irritate.”
The sound she made was neutral as she snuggled deeper into the bed. “I have another question. About those burglar’s tools. Why do you have them?”
Sanjay yawned. “Oh, they’re a holdover from my misspent youth.”
Victoria sat up. “What? You were a teenage burglar?”
He laughed. “Not quite. I spent one summer in Chicago visiting cousins. They live in the city—not a rough part of the city, but still it’s the city, you know? I felt so alive and reckless there. I mean, I was from a small college town where nothing exciting ever seemed to happen. Anyway, my cousins had this next-door neighbor, Ralph Mattson. I’ll never forget his name.
“Ralph was a badass, so I thought he was cool. That summer he tried to initiate me into badass-ness. My cousins, who would have nothing to do with Ralph, told me to stay away from him, but of course I didn’t listen. I hung with Ralph as much as I could until finally one day he told me if I really wanted to be one of the crew, I had to do what they did, which was burglarizing empty houses and apartments. They hit when people were on vacation. I wanted to be one of the gang, so I agreed, even though I was scared shitless.”
“How old were you?”
“Fourteen.”
“Aw, you were just a baby,” she cooed.
“Nah, not really. Don’t let the age fool you; I was quickly building a reputation. So, anyway, Ralph and a couple of his friends practiced with me on the tools for a week or so, and then I was ready for the big time.”
“What happened?”
He smirked. “I got caught before I could even take the tools out of the case. One of my cousins had been watching me, and he followed us. He brought my oldest cousin, Ravi, who was all of eighteen, along. Ravi kicked my ass. He didn’t tell his parents or mine, but he shamed me—telling me that I was selfish and how much of a disgrace I had become. He told me to think about my parents and how they’d feel to know what I was doing. How would my parents ever be able to hold their heads up if I actually became a burglar? I listened, apologized, and stuck with my cousins for the rest of that summer.”
“I’m surprised your cousin let you keep the tools.”
“Yeah, he said that I should keep them to remind me of my stupidity and shame.”
“Good cousin; you were lucky,” she said sleepily. “Umm,” she murmured a little while later when she felt his hand massage her butt. “That feels good, baby,” she told him and moved closer to his body, one leg lifting to land on top of one of his thighs. “I really liked that Kama Sutra position. What was it called again?”
“Wife of Indra,” he said around a jaw-cracking yawn.
She repeated it softly. “Who is Indra?”
“A Hindu god, and before you ask, I don’t know what he did besides have a wife who liked inventive sex.”
Victoria snorted out a laugh. �
�That it was.”
Sanjay absently played with her curls. “What did you like best about the position?”
“Umm,” she murmured sensually, “there was so much. I loved how the position made it possible for you to go deep inside me and fill me completely. You were so deep I didn’t know where I ended and you began.”
Sanjay lifted her chin and gave her a kiss, his lips lingering. “Well, if you liked that one, you’ll love the next one I have in mind. Are you up for another round?” he asked.
* * *
She sat straddling his lap, her back to him and her legs folded back alongside his thighs as she leaned forward. “Oh, yes, San!” she cried as she slid back and forth along his dick. “It feels so good, so tight!”
Sanjay sat with his legs stretched out in front of him. He was leaning back on his hands and watching Victoria’s ass rise and fall as she took him over and over again. It was the view of a lifetime, and he lifted a hand to slide his finger down the crease of her behind, making her jerk in reaction and throw him a look over her shoulder.
She smiled and tossed her hair out of her eyes. “You okay back there?”
“Oh more than, darlin’, more than,” he said as he continued to watch her ass, his dick hard and pulsing within her.
Victoria kept her body bent and pushed back, each push eliciting a whimper from her throat. She worked herself over him, her internal muscles squeezing fiercely around his dick as her knees slid against the sheets, causing her thighs to widen and the lips of her pussy to stretch around him with each thrust she made. “Oh, God, San,” she began, each word a sob as her orgasm bubbled up within her, “I’m…I’m…I’m com—coming!”
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