Isha

Calix's mouth attacks mine the moment we stumble into our booked room, and the door is locked by none other than the impatient prince. He pulls away for a moment or two to remove my glasses before diving in to make me taste the flavour of his sinful lips. My fingers find their way, intertwining through his luscious, golden hair when his tongue teasingly pokes around mine just a bit.

A confused frown appears when he abruptly pulls away. And then whispers, his hot breath hitting my lips. "Do you want to continue Isha? Do you want to take this further? Tell me to stop, and I'll stop."

I suck in a tight breath. I am not sure whether I should feel fortunate to have such a green-flag-coded-fictional-book-type boyfriend (hell yeah, consent is sexy), or smack his head for not understanding that I am all in. And I do not plan on going anywhere.

"Calix. Don't stop. I want to take this further just as much as you want."

"How far?"

He knows. But he wants you to say it. Say it and bring him out of his insecurities, uncertainties, self-doubt. The voice inside tells me. And so, I speak. Precise and clear.

"All the way."

That is the last straw as I see a smile across his lips before it disappears and his blue eyes darken. Similar to that night but with more intensity. More passion. More desire. "Undress yourself."

I choke on nothing. I am pretty sure my panties are already drenching with wetness at this point. "I'm sorry?"

"You heard me." Calix steps back. "Undress yourself, Isha. Now.

In front of me."

Throwing all sense of rational comprehension out the window, my hands work at an exceptionally accelerated pace. God I seem desperate, but so be it. I want him. So bad.

Before I know, my sweater, shirt, jeans, socks, all are on the carpeted floor. And then, realization falls on me.

I am not wearing one of those sexy, matching undergarments that female protagonists in romance novels always seem to have on, before the beginning of a steamy scene. I am in a freaking blue polka dot panties and a plain grey bra. I am going to die of embarrassment. Calix will be turned off immediately. I should have known—

A surprised moan comes out of me when I am brought out of my rushing thoughts due to Calix delicately rubbing his fingers over my clothed breasts, as if memorizing my skin while his lips trail feathery kisses across my neck.

He seems anything but turned off.

"Mhm, you think a lot." Calix murmurs taking my right nipple into his warm mouth without removing the bra, and gazing right at me. "You have no idea the things I fantasize about you, Isha. With or without clothes."

"Oh yeah?" I shudder at his words. A sudden boldness overcomes me as my hand moves to lightly touch the evident bulge. Calix groans immediately when he feels his penis twitching, not being able to free from his boxers and pants. My palming only elevates the situation.

"Isha, fuck." Calix grunts, tightening his hold around my wrists, his face pressed into the crook of my neck. Even though he is breathing hard and having an unexpected moment because of me, he does not forget to pepper my neck with kisses.

Calix seriously has a thing for necks. Or perhaps, for my neck only.

Hoping to have Calix orgasm and win the first round of this game of dominance we have silently agreed upon, he picks me up without warning and gently but roughly, as if a mixture of sugar and spice, places me on the bed. I frown in defeat, not being able to make him orgasm first.

Calix smirks victoriously despite being breathless, as he begins to remove his attire, "You were good. I'll give you that. But not good enough to beat me."

"Excuse me?" I raise a sceptical brow. "Who made you almost orgasm just now? If you hadn't lifted me up, I would have won."

"You really think so?" He chuckles darkly.

"I know so. You cheated."

"Everything is fair in love and war, darling."

My heart hammers in my chest. Surely he didn't. Surely he couldn't imply to that.

"Just you wait—" A loud gasp leaves me when Calix removes my panties by tearing it apart. The panties might be humiliating for anyone else to see, but they were my favourite! "Why did you..."

"Sorry, I'll buy you more," Calix murmurs coming down to place an apologetic kiss on my shocked mouth. My vagina clenches when his naked body presses on top of me, and his hardened cock hits my belly. He is hard. Harder than that night.

"You better—" And once again, I, Isha Sen, finds myself speechless when the sneaky prince darts down, plunging his tongue inside me.

Oh damn it.

This is how it actually feels like.

I arch my back, while my trembling hands move to grab him by his hair, and push him down deeper. I want more. I yearn for more.

With impressive skills of his tongue, he slurps, licks, drinks and eats me out, in every possible erotic manner. He doesn't stop with those ridiculously fast moves. In fact, by each moment, the movements of the soft muscle on my clitoris and everywhere around and inside, increases.

"Am I doing this correctly?" he asks, his voice laced with lust and a hint of scruple.

I break out of my dazed state, giving him an assuring smile, "You are. I feel like I am in pure bliss."

Calix smirks, "I should thank certain interesting books I discovered in your room, then."

My cheeks turn the colour of beetroot at Calix's unexpected words. He must have somehow come across one of those many non-fictional freaky books on sex I own. Well, obviously not intentionally. Just out of sheer curiosity during my high school years. I shouldn't have carelessly cleaned the room and accidentally mixed these books I never talk of, with my currently owned ones. Before I can question for more information, another moan leaves me when Calix returns to his sweet torture.

The climax hits me soon enough as I ride through my first orgasm of the night and Calix graciously drinks it all. That thick, white release. But he drinks it as if he is drinking his favourite juice.

Calix licks his lips off, and that simple gesture is just so seductive that I want to scream out loud that this is my man. When did I get so lucky.

Calix climbs down the bed in his naked glory, moving to the cupboard. I watch him in anticipation, wondering what he might be doing in the midst. Realization filled with excitement and glee sets upon me when I see him tearing a condom packet and rolling on one, on his dick. However, he doesn't return immediately. He rummages through the cupboard more, as if frantically looking for something.

"What's wrong..." My voice trails off seeing Calix bring out a black tie. His blue eyes eclipsed by tremendous desire gazes at mine, as like a predator, he stalks close and then binds my eyes with the tie, thus blindfolding me.

"Calix..."

"Shh." Calix murmurs into my ears, his deep voice breathy and sultry. "Trust me. You'll like this. Just relax and savour the moment. Savour the feeling of me inside you."

A tingling breath escapes me at his words. I am completely blindfolded now with just the sense of touch, taste, and hearing in my ability.

This makes everything even more riveting.

Calix's fingers unclasp my bra, soon turning me full naked as well. I feel him hovering over me, my vagina throbbing with nervousness yet eagerness. I am aware it is going to hurt due to the absence of having sex in my life for over a year.

"Tell me to stop if it gets too much, alright?" Calix mumbles into my hair, when I feel him positioning at the entrance of my vagina. I nod.

And then, with both our hands intertwined together, Calix slowly enters the tip of his dick. An inaudible gasp comes out of me when the feeling of him stretching me out hits me.

"Don't stop," I grunt, knowing Calix might be afraid of hurting me. "Keep going. I am fine."

"Focus on me." Calix says, before crashing his lips on mine, whilst also steadily entering his length, inch by inch. Soon his size completely and perfectly fits inside me, as if we were meant to be together, forever. Both of us take our time to adjust while being engrossed in our heated kiss.

And then hits his first thrust. My entire body jolts with pleasure as I moan out his name into the kiss. "Calix, oh my God, Calix."

"Mhm yes Isha?" Calix pulls back from the kiss, but now goes down to take my nipple in his mouth. While performing those slow, sensual thrusts, that cause me to see stars through the blindfold he has put on, he sucks onto my breasts. One nipple at a time. I sound so bizarre.

"On fours."

Driven by extreme lust and passion, I listen to his instruction and with his hurried help, find my ass in his direction. Calix does not go slow this time and slams his dick right inside me. Hard and rough. He brings my arms at my back and holds them while thrusting inside of me, his speed and groans and grunts increasing by each passing second.

"Fuck Isha, I can do this all day." I hear Calix grunting from behind.

Oh Calix, you don't know how bad I want you to do this to me all day and all night.

"I am coming," I breathily whisper but Calix lifts me up, with him still inside me, and swiftly places me on his lap. When he removes my blindfold, and I see us in the mirror, I realize our position. My legs wide apart, held by Calix, and his length inside my wet, dripping vagina and me on his lap while facing the mirror. Gosh it's so erotic yet exciting.

"Calix...that...that's..."

"Look in the mirror, Isha. Look at the way I fuck you, and memorize everything. Every inch of me inside you. Every molecule. Every touch. Every sensation."

And I do look at our reflection. With Calix's constant, vigorous, hard thrusts and our breathless, flushed, sweaty selves, everything feels so scandalously dirty yet surreally beautiful.

"Calix, please let me come."

Fortunately, like that night, he doesn't plan on edging me. Instead he puts me on the bed once again, with my back pressed against the cushy mattress. We hold eye-contact as Calix increases his pacing of thrusts, urging me to come for him.

And gladly I do so. I ride through my second orgasm. Calix comes soon after, the moment he pulls out of me and removes the condom.

His exhausted body drops on mine, pulling me close in his embrace and pressing a kiss against my forehead. "You did good, Isha."

"Mhm." I hum, closing my eyes at the warmth and comfort filling my heart up.

"Merry Christmas, Isha."

I lazily glance at the wall-clock. It's 12.01 a.m. 25th December and Christmas.

"Merry Christmas, Calix." I snuggle close to him.

A sudden urge to spill out the three magical words, composed of eight letters, takes control of my heart. I have thought and thought and thought over the week. I was in denial for too long. And I kept gaslighting myself into thinking it was just like.

How could I just like Calix? In the midst of our growing friendship, playful banters, unstoppable attraction, I never realized when my bitter feelings turned to admiration and then to, love.

"Calix," I gulp. It's now or never. I stare at him, tilting my face up to meet his curious eyes.

"I love you."

Calix's breathe stills with an unreadable expression. A soft smile appears as he asks, "You do?"

I nod with affirmation. "I do. I am in love with you, Calix."

Calix's smile disappears and I see him swallowing down a lump as he searches my eyes. "I...I..."

I put a palm over his mouth as I gently say, "It's alright, you don't have to say it back. Take your time Calix. I will wait."

Calix breaks down into a guilty smile. "I am sorry, Isha. I promise I won't take much time. It's just all very new to me and—"

"Calix, please don't force yourself. Even if you never say those words back or never..." I try to ignore the throbbing pain in my chest. "Or never return my love, I will always love you."

"No Isha," Calix immediately shakes his head in protest, "No. I am going to return your love. I just...I want to say it I...damn it!"

"It's alright Calix," I peck his lips even though I can't stop my heart from clenching tenaciously and making it hard for me to think straight, "As I said, I'll wait."

"I am truly the luckiest man on Earth," Calix's eyes soften as he closes the gap between us by pulling me near and touching his lips with mine.

However, the pain in my heart remains.