She did not answer with her words. She leaned forward. Her dupatta slipped off one side. The thin gold chain around her neck caught the light. The small black bindi on her forehead was a little smudged. She looked up like someone who was checking if the door was really shut.

Her shoulders got tense for a moment as she shifted her position. Her left hand was still on my thigh. Her thumb was pushing into the muscle. I smelled the coconut oil in her hair.

The only sounds I heard were her breathing and the small noises she made with her throat.

She pulled back to catch her breath, her lips were shiny. She put her forehead on my stomach for a couple of seconds. Then she went back to what she was doing. She went deeper, her nose hit right against me. Her eyes got watery. A tear rolled down her cheek and fell on my leg.

I wanted to touch her hair. My hands just stayed on the chair arms. They seemed to have forgotten how to move. I could only watch her. Her gold earrings moved with every motion. Her chest went up and down under her kurti.

When things got too much for me, my hips moved on their own. She grabbed my wrist and held it down on the chair.

She kept swallowing. I saw the muscles in her neck move with a mix of gag and sigh. She moved until I was done and shaking.

She sat back on her heels, and then she breathed through her mouth. She used the back of her hand to wipe the corner of her lips. For seconds, she looked at me. Her chest was still moving up and down. The kajal under one of her eyes was a little smeared.

She said, “Thank you,” and her voice was rough; she sounded shy.

She got up and fixed her dupatta. She pushed the hair strand behind her ear. She made sure her kurti was alright. Then she looked at me one time. She seemed grateful. Then she walked out of the room.

I sat there for a long time. The napkin with her writing on it was all crumpled up in my pocket. I pulled out the napkin. I looked at it.

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Three months later, I went to the CEO's house for our yearly monsoon party. That is where I saw her again.

She stood next to her father by the table of snacks. She wore a navy blue anarkali with small silver designs. When I looked at her across the lawn, she moved her head a little. It was just a small move she made that afternoon.

Her father saw me. He waved at me to come over. He introduced her as his daughter.

She shook her hands with me, and it was purely professional. The same hand that once shook mine, she placed between my legs.

“Nice to meet you,” she said.

The conversation between us was ordinary. Her father was pulled away by some investors.

Priyanka stayed with me. She picked up a piece of kaju katli. She broke it into two. Then she offered me one half without asking if I wanted it. I took the piece from her. The sweetness of it spread on my tongue.

“Daddy will be busy for at least an hour. There is a temple room at the back of the house. It is very quiet. They keep sandalwood incense there.” She said.

She stopped talking for a moment, and then she said, "I have wanted something like that hot afternoon."

She looked at me then. I swallowed hard.

“I like temple rooms also,” I said.

Her smile was for us, not for anyone else.

The small temple smelled of sandalwood incense and fresh marigolds. There was a brass diya in the corner. It cast warm golden light on the marble floor. She shut the heavy wooden door behind us. She slid the bolt softly.

She turned to me, her eyes looking dark in the light. She stepped closer to me. Her fingers moved quickly on the buttons of my shirt. I pulled up her anarkali in one move. Her brown skin was showing, and she was wearing a black bra. Her breasts were going up and down fast.

She gave me a push. I sat down on the little wooden platform. She kneeled down the same way she had at the office. The gold bangles on her wrists made a sound as she undid my belt and pulled my trousers down.

My cock sprang free. It was already hard. Her lips parted, then she wrapped her hands around my cock. She stroked my cock firmly, twisting it. A thick drop of precum came out of my cock. Priyanka leaned in, and she licked it slowly. She was savouring it with a hum that vibrated against my body.

She slid down in one move until her nose touched my stomach and her throat wrapped around me. I could feel her lips moving along my length. She made a choking sound. Then she went deeper.

“Fuck…” I groaned under my breath.

Strings of her saliva slipped on my cock. Her other hand was holding and gently pulling my balls and rolling them around with her fingers. Her sloppy noise filled the room. She was enjoying herself.

I couldn't sit still. My hand touched the back of her head. She held my wrist. She pushed it down harder. She wanted to use her mouth.

Later, she stood up, breathing hard. She quickly unhooked her bra. She let her breasts spill out. Her dark nipples were stiff. She took off her salwar, she was in her black panties. They were already wet at her crotch. She pushed them down. And she kicked them away.

Priyanka got onto my lap. She put her hands between us, got my cock in the right place for her. Then she slowly sat down on me. Her body was very tight and warm. She moaned and pressed her forehead against mine.

She started moving slowly. Her hips moved in circles. My chest was pressed against her breasts. They were bouncing up and down.

I took one of her nipples in my mouth. And sucked on it. My hands were on her butt. I helped her move up and down.

Soon, her movement became fast. The sound of our skin hitting each other was mixed with her gasps and my deep groans. Her wetness was dripping down me. She leaned back, one hand on my shoulder and the other rubbing her pussy, harder.

Her body tightened around me in her waves.

"I am close..." she whispered.

Her legs started to shake. I moved up to meet her, hitting her spot deep. Her head fell back, and her mouth was open in a scream.

She kept moving wildly. Sweat shone on her collarbone and between her breasts. I could feel my own peak coming. I held her hips tighter. I moved into her from below, deep and strong.

“Are you ready to cum?” she asked.

"Yes." I nodded.

“Hold,” she said.

She pulled herself off and took my cock in her mouth. I came inside her mouth. I filled her mouth with it.

The little lamp still cast shadows that moved across our bodies. The smell of incense was now mixed with the smell of our sweat.