I smiled and walked to her

I smiled and crossed over to her, holding out the glass. She took it and tipped it back immediately, gulping down half the contents before stopping with a breathy sigh that bordered on a moan.

I laughed and settled onto the sofa beside her. My hands moved to her chest, fingers working the remaining buttons of her shirt loose one by one. When I pushed the fabric aside, her breasts strained against the white cotton of her bra, full and perfect. My restraint snapped. I tugged the cup down roughly, freeing one breast, and immediately lowered my mouth to it -tongue dragging across her nipple before I sucked hard, then bit down.

"Ow! Arvind, easy," Shreya gasped, half-laughing, half-wincing as her back arched slightly.

I didn't let up. I bit down on her nipple again, harder this time, feeling it harden between my teeth. She let out a sharp breath.

"Seriously, what's gotten into you today?" she said breathlessly, trying to sound annoyed but failing. "You're acting like you haven't touched me in months."

"Feels like it," I muttered against her flushed skin, moving to her other breast and repeating the **** - licking, biting, sucking hard enough that I knew I'd leave marks blooming across her pale skin.

She laughed again, shakier now, her voice catching. "You're going to mark me up everywhere, you idiot."

"That's the plan," I growled.

I moved up to her neck, teeth grazing along the sensitive column of her throat before biting down. She squirmed beneath me, her thighs pressing together, but she didn't push me away. Instead, her hand came up to tangle in my hair, gripping tight.

"You're such a .."

I cut her off, crushing my mouth to hers and forcing my tongue past her lips. She kissed back just as roughly, nails scratching against my scalp hard enough to sting. We devoured each other like that, all heat and desperation, until our lungs burned and we had to break apart gasping for air.

Shreya laughed breathlessly, her face flushed and glowing. "God, I missed you."

"Missed you too," I said, guiding her hand down to where my cock strained painfully against my pants. "But this guy? He's been absolutely **** for you. It's been way too long since you two got properly acquainted."

She grinned wickedly and pushed me back against the sofa. Her fingers made quick work of my button and zipper, tugging my pants down my thighs. My cock was rock hard, aching, and the second she hooked her fingers into my underwear and pulled, it sprang free, already leaking.

"Look at you," she purred, wrapping her hand around my shaft. "Someone's very excited to see me."

Her grip was warm and firm as she gave me a few slow, deliberate strokes. "I can't wait to have this inside me again."

I groaned, my hips jerking involuntarily. Her touch felt incredible—the perfect pressure, her palm gliding smoothly along my length. She kept stroking, building a rhythm, slow at first before gradually picking up speed. Her thumb swept over the swollen head, smearing the precum already beading there.

"You're already dripping for me," she murmured against my ear, her breath hot. "Did you think about this all day? About my hand wrapped around your cock like this?"

I grabbed her face and crashed my mouth to hers, swallowing whatever smug comment was coming next.

While we kissed messily, her hand never stopped working me over. She kept changing it up—fast then slow, tight then loose, squeezing firmly at the base before sliding all the way to the tip in one smooth stroke. I groaned into her mouth and she smiled against my lips, pumping me harder in response.

"You like that?" she whispered against my lips.

"You know exactly what you're doing to me."

She pulled back from the kiss, eyes dropping to watch her hand working my cock with steady, deliberate strokes. I reached over and shoved her skirt up around her hips, my hand sliding along the smooth skin of her inner thigh until I found her panties. They were absolutely drenched, the fabric clinging to her.

I pushed the soaked cotton aside and went straight for her clit, rubbing the swollen bud directly. She gasped sharply, her whole body tensing, her grip tightening around my shaft.

"Fuck, Arvind," she breathed, the words coming out ragged.

"Look who's talking," I murmured, circling her clit with steady pressure. "You're absolutely soaked. Been thinking about this too, haven't you?"

She let out a breathless laugh and leaned in to kiss me again, slower this time, deeper, her tongue sliding against mine. Her hand never stopped pumping my cock while I worked her clit, both of us breathing harder, movements growing more urgent and uncoordinated.

She broke away, pressing her forehead to mine, eyes half-lidded. "I need you inside me. Now."

"Not yet," I said, rubbing faster, feeling her hips start to rock against my hand. "I want to feel you come on my fingers first."

"God, you're such a tease," she managed, but her voice was trembling now, her thighs starting to shake.

I pushed two fingers inside her slick heat and she moaned loudly, her hand faltering on my cock for a moment before she recovered, stroking me faster to match the rhythm I was moving my fingers in her with.