Emma pulled away from his mouth. “My purse.”
Sanjay kissed her neck. “It’s on the floor.”
Emma rolled away from him and, leaning over the bed, picked up her purse. Sanjay showered kisses on her back and buttocks as she did so. She took out a packet of condoms and turned back to him.
“Were you planning this?” he asked as he took the packet, tore it open, and slid the condom on.
“Of course not. But you know what they say. Better to have a condom and not need it than to need one and not have it.”
She moved back into Sanjay’s arms. He slid his cock inside her. Emma moaned and the bed rocked beneath them as he thrust hard and deep and fast inside her. Gasping, she wrenched her mouth away from his. He buried his face in her neck, his lean hips driving his cock deep into her shuddering body.
“Sanjay,” she panted. “Don’t forget…Oh, sweet Lord!…Fuck me. Fuck me. The rest…you promised.”
Sanjay didn’t answer her. He just kept fucking. It wasn’t that Emma didn’t want him to fuck her. God knows, he knew how to move his hips in just the right way to stimulate her clit, and she felt her orgasm rising, but it was getting late, and her meeting with Harjit was early in the morning. She couldn’t forget about it. Even if she was getting fucked so hard and so good.
Despite his having her pinned to the bed, Emma was finally able to twist her body around until he was on his back and she on top. He stopped moving and looked up at her.
“You wish to fuck me?” He grinned at her. “Excellent. For I can now see your beautiful breasts.”
Emma smiled and, leaning over, rubbed her breasts all over his face. Sanjay tried to snare them with his mouth. She quickly pulled away and lifted her hips off his groin. He groaned and wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her back on top of him.
“You can suck my tits and I’ll be more than happy to fuck you,” she said, “but first you must promise you’ll tell me what else I need to know about cricket for my meeting tomorrow.”
“Are we still in negotiations? I thought we had concluded those.”
“One thing my boss taught me is that you’re never done with negotiations. It’s an ongoing process.”
Sanjay smiled and slowly rubbed his hands over her hips. “Very well. Now, come here.”
Emma lowered herself back onto him. She moved her hips and began fucking him in earnest. Sanjay lifted his head and licked her dangling breasts. Heat flooded Emma’s body. She was tempted to let him keep sucking her breasts, but that was not part of the deal.
“Sanjay,” she said in a warning tone.
“I have not forgotten.” He sucked hard on one breast then pulled away. “One thing you should keep in mind about Harjit is that he’s considered one of the greatest batsman ever. However, he has been criticized for playing for the record books first and his team second.”
Sanjay thrusts his hips up, driving his cock hard into her. “Now, what does that tell you about him?”
Emma moaned, then gripped his shoulders as she rode him. “That he…oh, God…that he wants to make his mark on the world.”
“Indeed.” Sanjay grabbed her buttocks with one hand. With the other he reached down and stroked her clit.
“What else…?” Emma let out a long, slow hiss. “Oh, sweet Jesus…What else do I need to…know…oh…oh!”
Emma sharply arched her back as her orgasm gripped her. Then she threw herself onto Sanjay, her body undulating hard from the force of her climax. She felt Sanjay throbbing inside her as he also came. She slowly lowered her body onto his.
“Are we done?” he asked, his breath as ragged as hers.
She raised her head and looked at him. “Done?” she gasped. “With what?”
“With the cricket lesson.” He smiled. “Not with the fucking. I would like to do more of that.”
Emma stroked his lips. “So would I. But I don’t see why you can’t squeeze a few more lessons in between our”—she gripped his cock where it still lay inside her swollen pussy—“extracurricular activities.”
“Indeed.”
Emma lowered her head and claimed his mouth as completely as he claimed hers.
“It’s beautiful.” Emma ran her hand over the red and gold sari.