"You're not only my lover, Ram. You're one of the closest friends I have. And each time we are together, it feels like we get even closer."
'Main tumse pyar karta hoon'
, his heart whispered.
"How would you categorize it, Sailor?"
"I like spending time with you, even if I don't always have the time to do it. Obviously, what we have in the … ah, guest room, is amazing. But even just sitting having breakfast with you is amazing. You're amazing,
Pyari
."
He wrapped his arms around her as his words floated around the room.
He heard her, tucked into his chest, as she whispered, "That's how you make me feel, Ram. Every time, every damn time I'm with you. You make me feel amazing."
'Main tumse pyar karta hoon'
, his heart whispered back.
"So, Sailor. Are we gonna talk or are we going to make each other feel amazing on that big bed of yours?"
Chapter Nineteen
"On your stomach,
Pyari
." I heard him say softly. Ram had removed my clothes piece by piece, bestowing kisses on the skin he slowly revealed. He had even allowed me to return the favor until we were both naked.
He had guided us onto our sides, facing each other as we continued to caress and stroke one another. Those slow, long strokes and sweet caresses caused goose-bumps and body rushes leaving each area sensitized and wanting more.
At his request, I turned over onto my stomach, and lifted my head up towards him.
Ram planted his elbow in the mattress and rested his head on his hand, using his other hand to continue the slow, chill inducing strokes on the sensitive skin of my back, my butt and my legs.
"Your skin is beautiful,
Pyari
."
His fingers slipped into the juncture of my thighs. I pressed myself onto his questing hand.
"I love how you respond to me, MG."
I inched my legs further apart, a silent invitation to explore me more fully. I arched my lower back, moving my weight onto my knees.
"Yes…" he hissed as his hand moved over the cheeks of my butt before dipping , sliding back down, using the tips of his fingers as he stroked my inner thighs, sliding softly along my cleft.
He moved to kneel behind me.
His legs were between the small space between mine and he used his knees to urge my legs to open even further, while his hands continued their exploration.
Ram moved his hands to my hipbones as he rounded himself over my back, raining soft kisses on the back of my neck, my spine. He gently pulled my hips higher, running his fingertips down over the back of my thighs.
I could feel his cock thrumming against my bottom, responding to every moan, every whimper I made.
He raised up off my back, but never stopped his caresses, except to put on his condom.
My skin was so sensitized by his fingertips that his gentle, slow fondling created a throbbing deep within me.
"Lift your hips,
Pyari
," he whispered as he ran his fingers in a long slow stroke of my moist slit, dragging through the wetness of my folds.
I lifted and arched, presenting myself to him and was rewarded with his cockhead sliding along my opening, teasing as it dipped into my opening.
"God, Ram." Every inch of my skin was pulsating, tensing as my orgasm built within me. I pressed back, my body demanding the release I knew he could give me.
He eased himself slowly into me, achingly slow.
"You're so wet and tight for me," he whispered, before I heard his low moan.
He built his movements slowly, quickening until he was pounding into me and I had no control over my hips as I surged back, gripping him tightly within my depths.
We rocked against each other, my insides clasping and releasing his engorged member.
His hands moved to my waist, sliding around, holding me tightly, until Ram moved one of them down my belly to stroke my aching clit.
"Come with me,
Pyari
. Explode with me."
Our climaxes were within seconds of each other and the room was filled with his wrenching groans and my rhythmic cries.
I slid my hips back down to the mattress and felt Ram remove his hand from between my legs, our movements languid as we struggled to slow our breathing. His heartbeat, which I felt on my back, was still beating fast from the fury of our joining.
He remained on top of me, kissing the back of my neck and slowly gliding his still hard cock into my channel. When he did pull out, he flexed and my body responded with a squeeze which made us both chuckle at our body's involuntary reactions.
"Hold me,
Pyari
," he said slipping to my side.
I rolled over onto my back and opened my legs and arms. His face held a soft smile as he slid his hands beneath me to hold me close as I wrapped myself around him.
"Are you cold?"
"No, Ram."
"Why are you shaking, then?"
"Because, honey, I have never been loved like that before."
"Nor I."
Ram shifted his weight but kept me close with a leg over my thighs and his arm around me, cupping my breast.
I waited until he was asleep before I tried whispering it.
"I love you, Ram."
It felt good to finally say it, even if he never really heard it.
*.*.*.*.*
Ram was almost asleep when he heard her whispering.
She really needed to learn to speak other languages if she wanted to say the things she wasn't sure he wanted to hear.
But it was nice to know that they were on the same page.
The exact same page.
He smiled into her hair as he started his slow slide into sleep.
Chapter Twenty
I saw Ram's eyes warm when I made my way downstairs for our first 'official' date. With such a limited wardrobe, I didn't have much choice but from the expression on his face I could tell he liked what he saw.
He looked gorgeous, wearing a dark blue suit and light blue shirt opened at the neck, which made him appear so different from when in uniform or even in his casual jeans and button down shirt.
Wow.
Just, wow.
I didn't have a clue where we were going but I could guess from the way he was dressed that it was either Henry's or the Roses. I could've cared less if we grabbed a burger at Gateway Lanes, I just wanted to be with him.
But he had made it clear that this was important to him, us 'officially' dating.
I gotta admit, I found it funny as all get out.
But don't tell him that.
It was important to him.
Therefore, it was important to me.
I was right, it was the Roses.
And we even had a reservation! I was part of "Patel, party of 2".
We had a lovely meal, in a lovely restaurant, with other lovely patrons.
I didn't want to say it out loud, because this dinner date meant so much to him.
But I was more than ready to go back to his place.
Sure, the Roses is nice. And it’s the kind of place to get your 'swank' on, but it's not really my kind of restaurant. I guess, it kind of intimidates me. I didn't feel like I could laugh too loud or too long. I was very conscious of which fork to use with which course. And I made very, very sure to sit up straight and chew with my mouth closed.
Yeah, it was 'that' kind of swank.
But Ram looked like he was born to dine in such a place. He never fumbled with the silverware, seemed to know which glass was for what beverage and knew how to rest one's forearms on the table and still look classy. He didn't seem uncomfortable in the least and was charming, cool and extremely debonair.
Not that he acted differently than he did in any other setting or situation. But this particular setting and situation fit Ram like a glove.
Me? Not so much.
But, like I said, tonight was important to him.
So it was important to me.
I was never so happy to see the bill, in its leather folder, in all my life.
When the valet had delivered the truck and we were back on the road, I couldn't help the sigh that escaped my lips.
Which caused Ram to start to laugh, long and loud. I had to laugh with him because my sigh, the sigh that escaped, was very revealing and summed up how I was feeling about our dining experience.
What'd I tell you?
Sure bust.
That's me.
"Thank you,
Pyari
."
"For what?"
"For being yourself."
"You seemed pretty damn comfortable in all that elegance, Ram."
"When I was growing up, my family dined at some of the more distinguished restaurants in Denver. My brothers and I were also given lessons on etiquette. It was important to Mataji, that we knew how to conduct ourselves well in such situations."
"Really?"
"Really."
"So, like, when other boys were out playing sports or tooling around with the bicycles, you and your brothers took Tap Dance lessons and learned how to eat in fancy restaurants?"
He, again, burst out laughing.
"Yes. That's about right."
"Did you get teased much growing up? From the other kids?"
"Let's just say that the Patel boys got our own education in street fighting. And we were very good students. We're all only two years apart. Ajit was fond of saying, 'You mess with one of us, you get all three of us.' And it was true. But, by the time we were in high school, most of the more challenging people had learned to leave the Patel boys alone."
"Wow. From street fighter to Police Chief." Actually, I was liking the image of Ram as a street fighter.
He glanced at me before pulling into his driveway and I saw a wry grin on his face.
"From the look on your face,
Pyari
, I think you'd like a bit of the street fighter."
This time, I burst out laughing because he was right.
We were inside and I was puttering around his kitchen making tea when he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.
"But did you have a good time anyway, Marianne?"
"Anytime with you, Ram, is a good time," I replied. And I wasn't lying.
I felt him kiss the top of my head as his arm tightened briefly.
"Ram?"
"Yes,
Pyari
?"
"Now that we're dating, can I call you my boyfriend?"
I said it to make him laugh, a little joke between us.
"I would be honored if you would," he answered softly, his voice warm and full.
I twisted back to see his face.
He was absolutely serious.
Oh. My. God.
*.*.*.*.*
That night, I didn't get sensual, slow Ram who wanted to worship my body.
Uh-Uh.
I got Ram, the street fighter.
After he got me out of my dress, "But leave the heels on MG", he grabbed me and brought me to him where his mouth assaulted mine. His hands, as we kissed, slid down my back underneath my panties to grip my butt and pull me against his hard ridge. He pumped his hips to rub himself on me.
When I was released, it was only to unhook my bra and almost yank it down my arms. I have to admit, my chest was heaving. His rough play was nothing short of amazing, especially knowing that he was the same man that could do slow and sensuous until you were ready to scream.
He stepped back to look at me as he removed his suit jacket.
"Your body is incredible," he said, his eyes raking over my breasts and belly before lowering to my panties.
"Open your legs," he instructed taking a step towards me.
I immediately took a wider stance.
"Nice," he murmured walking around me.
My panties were drenched and my nipples were so tight they almost hurt.
He leaned towards me and whispered, "I can smell you."
Oh, dear merciful
God
.
"Yo-you can?"
He didn't answer but shoved his hand down into my panties where he roughly rubbed my clit before sinking two fingers inside me.
"When you're this wet, I can smell you."
I could feel my heartbeat throb in the swollen tissues from his forceful fingering.
He dragged his now wet fingers out of my panties and immediately moved to tweak my nipples, moving between the two, plucking and turning them. I was gripping his shirt, my knees locked to steady myself against the onslaught of sensations.
He dropped his head and swirled his tongue over my taut bud, using his fingers to pinch and roll on the nub not captured by his mouth, keeping them erect and aching.