Accidentally Ever After

by Mariyam Hasnain

  “Only virtually. I wanted to see you but this boring job…”

  “You’re the head of the company. It’s not your job but responsibility.”

  “Hmm.” Vikram pulls her by her hand and takes her to the couch.

  “How’s the little one doing?”

  “He’s a cry baby. He cries all the time.”

  “Well. Have you informed your ex?”

  For that, Natasha has no words. Again, she feels her head dropping, eyes burying to the carpet. She can’t meet Vikram’s investigating eyes.

  “What? You haven’t yet told the baby’s father?”

  “Can I get some tea for you? Chamomile?”

  Vikram stares at her for a long while. Gone is the gloominess of the day’s fatigue, now his face is shining like a bright morning sun. His eyes glint mischievously.

  Natasha has succeeded in drifting the baby’s father subject to something light.

  “Chamomile would be nice. It would make you sleep well. I’ll put the tea on brew.” Natasha rises on wobbly feet, but a strong hand ceases her movement. Vikram grabs her arm. He pulls her close to him.

  “It’s a beautiful night. Do you want to waste it drinking tea?” He locks her in his arms.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about?” Natasha squirms in his arms. His nearness is melting her resolve but she’s yet not ready to give in to the moment. How the hell he’ll react to the truth. Truth that Kabeer is his own child. That Natasha hides the truth of Kabeer’s parentage from his own father.

  Guilt washes over her. Her lips quiver to form a sane word but before she could speak, a warm and sweet mouth comes crashing down at hers. It feels as if she’s in a trance. Everything appears surreal and uncontrollable, passionate, demanding. Vikram swoops her up in his arms. Her hands get the mind of their own snaking around Vikram’s neck as he cradles her in his arms.

  “Where would you like to go?” he whispers.

  “How about the kitchen?”

  “Kitchen?”

  “Who says it has to be on the bed all the time.”

  “Adventurous, my lady. I like it.” An evil grin decorates his face. “I’m going to take you hard tonight.”

  “I suppose you are on sex fast.” She giggles.

  “Not any longer. Since I have the most amazing woman to make love with.”

  Natasha buries her face in the crook of Vikram’s neck as he carries her to the kitchen. Inside, the kitchen is dark. It’s no longer raining. The moon is slowly creeping out of the shadows of dark clouds. Vikram looks sexier and a hell lot smashing in the milky glow of the moon coming in through the open window.

  Before Natasha could realize, her ass touches the cold granite. Vikram comes between her thighs and locks his arms around her. “Have you ever seen someone and thought—I’d like to be responsible for your next orgasm?” Vikram whispers kissing the side of her neck. His tongue travels to her right earlobe, sucking and biting.

  “Umm…” She lets out a moan as warm breath skates across her face, his body warmth floating around her, capturing her, taking her to a different realm, to a point of no return.

  “You didn’t answer?” Vikram whispers before taking her bottom lip in and sucking it ruthlessly. He breaks the kiss and stares at her. “Tell me.”

  “It’s only you. It’s my most cherished fantasy to see the expressions of sheer rapture and bliss carving on your beautiful face. It’s only you Vikram and though life has treated me badly, you always hold a very special place in my heart. A place where no other man could ever reach. You’re my special someone.”

  “You don’t know how much I want you, Natz.”

  “I too desperately need you in my life, Vicky. I love you, Vicky.” Natasha throws her arms around him, and he folds her in a hug.

  “I love you too, my darling.” His grip tightens across her as his strong arms squeeze her. Next, Natasha feels warm fingers going inside her shirt. His hand finds her right breast. He cups her breast before leaning down and kissing the hardened bud over the fabric of her flimsy top. “Let’s get it removed,” Vikram hisses and the next moment he pulls the top over her head and drops it down on the counter.

  Vikram traces the lining of her black silk bra. He leans down again and kisses her cleavage. He unhooks the bra. Two ripe breasts with dark areolae spill out like twin fawns of a gazelle grazing among the lilies. Vikram mouths one nipple and sucks it biting the flesh. He cups the other one and pinches the tip.

  Natasha moans with pleasure. Her head goes back and hits the wooden cabinet but before her brain registers the pain of hitting the hardwood, her nerves start getting signals from her aching pussy. A warm finger brushes her soft opening, slick with juices. Next, she feels hands working on the waistband of her pajama bottoms. Vikram lifts her up just a little to remove her pajamas revealing a black sexy thong.

  “You’re gorgeous, baby. Let me taste your pussy.” Vikram lowers himself and places her head between her thighs. He shoves apart her legs even farther and brushed his mouth on the lacy thong. His tongue searches for the tiny opening sweeping back and forth. Fingers tug at the sides of her panties and in one swift movement, he removes the panties and tosses it on the counter. Natasha is fully exposed to him.

  “Enough of the play, Vicky. You’ll make me come with just the foreplay.”

  “This is the beginning, sweetheart. I’m going to make you come again and again and again until you've had enough of me and then I’ll repeat it all over again.” His warm breath floats across her thighs as he speaks. He then touches her with the tip of his tongue before his warm velvety device darts past the seams of her silky lips and enters her folds.

  “I’m coming, Vikram.” She moans as a brutal orgasm sets in motion and begins its assault. Natasha feels herself climbing the hill, yearning to reach the precipice, striving for the cliff. Her ass rocks up and down, back arches, head falls back, eyes sew down. She gasps for breath. Sweat coats her skin. She grunts and moans, palms pressed against the cold granite counter, legs spread wide to give Vikram full access to her aching pussy. The torment is unbearable. The assault is cruel. His tongue works like a weapon, like a soldier, claiming its territory, darting deep and deep, reaching the depths of her womanhood. Her cunt begs for release. Her whole body trembles. She feels her toes curling, mind spiraling into a free fall. One more stroke and she comes undone. She explodes, erupts like a volcano filling Vikram’s mouth with hot lava. Hot nectar which he laps with utter greediness like he’s hungry for her orgasm and thirsty for her juices.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Soft hands work on his shirt, taking it off and tossing it on the counter. She caresses the hard collarbones. Her hands drifts to his chest, then to his torso, finally settling at the buckle of his brown leather belt. Desperate fingers fiddle with the buckle when Vikram helps her unsnap the belt. A hand goes deep inside his pants. A grunt escapes Vikram’s lips when she touches the bulge over the cotton of his undies. Next, she descends from the counter and removes the linen from his legs, letting the pants dangle at his ankles. She pushes her nose in his heat and inhales him greedily before mouthing his member from over the fabric of his underwear. Her hand massages his balls while opposite one grabs his butt.

  “Ahh…” Vikram lets out a grunt and weaves his fingers in the golden mess of her hair. His grip on her hair tightens as Natasha removes his undies and takes his burning prick in her moist and hot mouth. She strokes his penis while her fingers massage his balls. A warm moist tongue swirls around the tip of his thick penis before she gulps it down deep in her throat. Vikram feels his hips rocking back and forth as he slides in and out inside her hot as hell mouth. He pulls Natasha’s hair the moment he feels his orgasm building.

  “I’m going to fill your mouth so insane, you’ll beg me to stop squirting. It’s going to be damn intense.” The moment he said those words, a gush of hot lava erupts out of him. He squirts and spurts filling her mouth with his salty cum. She takes it down gulping it like it’s he
r protein-shake.

  Natasha keeps on giving him a blow-job until he’s completely done with his orgasm. She rises only after gulping the last drop of her nutrition drink. Her eyes glint with passion.

  “I’m going to fuck you real hard.” With that said, Vikram lifts her and places her on the countertop. “Spread yourself and welcome me in your body, baby,” Vikram commands.

  “It’s all yours, enter it the way you want.” A mischievous smile curves her lips as she spreads her legs wide letting Vikram enter her tight wet heat. Her pussy looks like an orchid flower, fleshy pink lips guarding the tiny opening, creamy nectar gushing out of it.

  Vikram strokes his member and rubs it on the silky wet slit. The sight of the sultry siren having her legs apart, waiting for him like a canvas begging for art, makes his dick twitch and itch with sexual energy. It grows thick and hard, ready to be buried deep inside her slick folds. And then there’s no turning back. Slipping into the protection, he’s ready to mark his lady’s cunt.

  “I’m going to mark you, Natasha Malik so that your soul belongs to me. I’m going to bruise and fuck you to the stage where you’d never be able to erase me neither from your body nor from your mind.”

  “I welcome you into my soul, Vikram Jaysingh. You can’t reclaim something that’s already yours. My soul belongs to you. My heart, my mind—all yours. Fuck me hard and make me cum so that our juices mingle together, and our souls unite for eternity.”

  Natasha’s words act like a gasoline on the burning fire. Vikram rams his huge phallus into her leaking pussy. He pushes himself deep inside of her. She groans with sheer pleasure, reaching the cabinet handles and holding them tight for support. Her eyes squeeze shut as pleasure moans escape her juicy lips. Vikram mouths those juicy petals of rose while his member works down, going deep and deep claiming the floral bed, marking his territory. He reaches the edge of her cunt and feels his pressure building.

  He rams harder, delving deeper. He feels her pussy sheathing around him. She holds him tight inside her heat. Her pussy convulses and spasms. Waves and waves of orgasmic ripples rush through her body as she reaches the edge of the cliff. “I’m coming, Vicky.”

  “Come with me.” He locks his hands around her back, buries his head in her neck and shoves hard, ramming, hitting her G-spot. His penis continues its assault. Soon, he feels Natasha’s body tensing. She’s about to come. Vikram strokes and then it happens. Thousand volts of orgasmic current rush across their bodies as they come together, hard and intense.

  ***

  “When did you get this?” Fingers glide across Vikram’s shoulder blade, tracing the curves and lines of the black inked mark as they snuggle in bed under the warmth of the blanket.

  “It wasn’t there before, was it?” Natasha peers inside Vikram’s eyes.

  “It wasn’t.”

  “What is it?”

  Vikram sees doe eyes skimming the shape and pattern of the tattoo.

  “It is an English alphabet?” Fingers caress the inked impression. She lifts her eyes and stare at him.

  Vikram sees curiosity dancing in her brown sultry eyes. How much he adores this look of hers. A look where she looks like an innocent little girl trying to grasp something. Something that’s beyond her age and IQ.

  “A letter N?” Her lips quiver as her eyes again drop down and intricately study the pattern.

  “You’re right.” Vikram weaves his fingers in her silky golden hair.

  “Why N?”

  “Didn’t you know?”

  “You got my initial on your skin?”

  “You left with an N for me.”

  “Isn’t it strange?”

  “What?”

  “That you took your one-night fling so seriously, you went ahead and got yourself inked.”

  “I felt a connection with you the moment I saw you dancing in the pub. There was something about you that didn’t let me take my eyes off you. I wanted you. I wasn’t looking for sex but then I broke my rules that night. Something which doesn’t happen easily. I don’t know what pull it was that didn’t let me move on after you left me with nothing but a single letter N.”

  “Was it that difficult for you to recognize me that night, Vicky? Have I changed a lot?” Natasha reaches out for his shoulder and kisses the tattoo.

  “You’ve grown so beautiful.”

  “So it’s the pretty face that drew you in. That’s why you never bothered about me back in high school. A girl with a bland face and plain looks wasn’t very appealing to Vikram Jaysingh, right?” She smirks bringing her face to his.

  Vikram clears the stray hair off her face, tucking them behind her ears and caresses her cheek, rubbing it with the pad of his thumb. He enmeshes his eyes with those of the color of browns. “I was attracted to your intelligence. Yes, it’s true, a pretty face, a perfect body will certainly draw my attention, but it’s momentary. I soon get bored. I always do. I need you to outsmart me. Make me feel like I could learn from you, grow with you. I knew that you have a magical personality. That night also you carried the same magical charm with you. There was an aura around you, a feeling of peace that drew me in.”

  Pert lips curve into a smile. “If you were so hexed by my personality why didn’t you never talk to me back in high school?”

  “Because I never wanted to fall in love with you, with any woman for that matter. When I realized you could be the girl, I had high chances of falling in love with, I started ignoring you, avoiding you. So that we never get close and our story never begins.”

  She thinks for a while and then whispers, “Why have you been so bitter about your own feelings, Vicky?” A warm hand lands on his cheek.

  “Might be because of my bitter childhood where I had to face the truth of having either of the parents around me. Me and Mom moved and settled in Italy and I would only get to see my dad during summers. But my summer holidays were all gloomy and sad because I missed Mom. I uprooted myself and went along with Mom to Italy because I wanted to be with her. That didn’t mean she appeared weak or vulnerable to me. I believe she’s the strongest woman alive. I went along with her because I loved her more than my dad and when it came to choose one parent, I chose Mom.”

  “How’s she now?”

  “She’s doing fine.”

  “Don’t you miss her now?”

  “I do but I’ve things to take care of. Sometimes life demands you take care of things you least bothered about in your previous life. I hated Dad’s business but now after his death I’m the one to take care of the collapsing company. After Mom, Dad never married. Unfortunately, I’ve inherited a crumbling legacy which I have to bring back to its previous glory.” Vikram clears his throat and gazes into nothingness.

  “I’m with you, Vicky.” Natasha holds Vikram’s hand and gives it a comforting squeeze.

  “Women never stop amazing me with their strength and courage. First it was Mom and now it’s you.” Vikram cups Natasha’s face and pulls her in for a kiss.

  “And in between?” breaking the kiss, Natasha speaks.

  “I respect them all and I’ve treated them no less than goddesses.” Vikram rubs her cheek then traces the curves of her lips.

  “You dated so many girls, back in those days, I believed you’re a womanizer. I never knew that it's only a persona that hides a sweet man."

  “So that’s why you never tried to talk to me.” Vikram snakes an arm around her naked back, his hand lands at the crack of her hips and she groans with pleasure.

  “Umm. Probably yes. I thought I was too simple and plain-looking for your dashing personality.”

  “But you always dreamed about me?”

  “Yes, I did.”

  “So does that mean you loved me?”

  “I loved you Vikram Jaysingh. I still love you and will keep on loving you till the end of my life, from my heart, my body and my soul. Can’t you see it in my eyes that you want me to confess my feelings? It’s hard for me to express myself. I’m not always very frank with my fe
elings, but now I’m frankly speaking the truth about what I feel for you and what do you mean to me. You’re my world, Vicky.”

  “Oh, Natz. I can’t stop loving you. And for what you’ve just said to me I’m desperate to give you some more crazy orgasms.”

  “I’ve already had enough, my whole body is aching. I’m sore everywhere, Vicky. One more round, and I won’t be able to rise from bed for the next several days.” A finger traces his jaw and Vikram sees passion and urge dancing in those puddles of brown.

  “Whatever. You’ve made my prick twitch with greed. On your back,” Vikram commands and Natasha follows the order, spreading herself.

  Next moment, he’s on top of her. She welcomes him in her body, accommodating him between her thighs, letting him slide inside her moist slick heat. Vikram enters the tiny opening which holds an elixir of life inside of it, a fountain of youth, a potion of bliss. He goes deep and deep in search of the treasure spot. This time without any apprehension or doubt coz Natasha has herself told him how much she loved him that she would always be loving him. Vikram feels doubts clearing from his head as he delves deeper in her heat. She moans as Vikram moves forward searching for the center of her spiraling needs, sliding in and out, following a perfect rhythm, stroking, synchronizing with her body, squeezing his butts to give her more of him.

  Soon, they are twin souls entering the realms of perfect lovemaking, floating into an ocean of eternal bliss.

  Chapter Thirty

  “See, we can’t back off from what we’ve agreed upon. This will ruin our reputation.”

  “You don't have to worry about Purohits, boy. We’ve already captured a big market in the real estate sector. Despite the current slowdown, our affordable houses are selling like hotcakes. Worry about your company, Jaysingh, coz your reputation is at stake. If you lose this deal, you’ll lose the remaining trust in your investors and employees and of course in public.” Mr. Purohit’s lips curve into a smug as he flips the paper of the hardbound folder.