25-10-2026, 09:52 AM
CHAPTER 36
RETURN TO RAJASTHAN
The months apart had stretched like taffy, each day pulling longer than the last. Kirti threw herself into training sorties and simulation drills, anything to keep her mind from wandering to shaded villa rooms and calloused hands on her skin. When the message finally came—Hemant's return, rescheduled commitments, a week carved from chaos—she felt the ache in her chest unclench for the first time in thirty days.
She arrived at his villa on her motorcycle before dawn, helmet still dangling from her fingers when he opened the door. Neither spoke. He looked into her soft brown eyes and had no idea what took over him. He kissed her. Deeply. He put all of his heart and soul into a searing kiss. Kirti was taken aback by his passion at first, before she slid into it effortlessly. She returned his kiss with equal fervor. He had her on her back on the living room floor, kissing her soft lips. He could feel himself hardening. Kirti felt it too and moaned as her hands found his cock through the shorts that he was wearing.
He moved his hands across her chest, feeling her nipples get harder through the top she wore. Kirti moaned into his mouth as he lifted the garment, freeing her perfect breast. He broke the kiss and lowered his mouth, taking one of her nipples between his lips.
"Oh babe!"
Kirti moaned as she wrapped her arms around his head, pulling him harder against her chest. He sucked one nipple before switching over to the other, causing even more erotic noises to escape his beautiful girlfriend's beautiful mouth. His hands were busy undoing her pants as he switched over to her other nipple.
"I want you so bad!" he moaned against her chest as she helped him remove her pants and panties.
"Then take me!"
She said pulling his head towards her face and kissing him deeply. Kirti kicked her pants and panties off. The aroma of her wet pussy quickly filled his nostrils, turning him on more than he had anticipated. He pulled down his shorts and Kirti's hand was wrapped around his hardness.
"Put it in me! Put it in me!" she begged guiding him between her lips.
"Ohhh fuck!"
Hemant groaned loudly as he felt her warmth. Kirti groaned before pulling him deeper inside of her. Their lips met, and there was no denying the heat between them. He filled his hands with both of her perfect tits and began to pump his cock inside of her.
"You feel so good!" he moaned against her mouth.
"You feel so damn big!" she groaned against his mouth. Her legs wrapped around his lower back, drawing him deeper and deeper inside of her furnace.
"Oh fuck me!"
She groaned lifting her head. He couldn't help himself and lowered his mouth to suckle on the soft skin of her neck.
"Ohhh!" She mewled when he pinched her hard nipples.
He started to speed up his hips as he fucked her with deep hard long strokes, pulling himself almost all the way out, before pushing his cock deeply inside of her fully. Kirti's hands were clawing at his back as his cock drove hard inside of her as her insides shook and wrapped itself around his hard cock.
He kneeled on the floor, lifting her legs onto his shoulders. He drove his cock harder and deeper in this position. He could feel her tight and wet pussy feeling extraordinary around his dick. Every inch of which was embedded so deeply inside of her there was no telling where she began and he ended. He loved this woman so much.
"Oh baby! Your cock feels so good! I'm going to cum!"
She moaned lowering one of her hands to start playing with her engorged clit. He couldn't believe how beautiful she looked. Her hair was a mess, her mouth was wide open, and her entire body was shaking with every thrust of his cock. He was close to cumming as well. The sight of her, the feel of her around his cock. His love for her tore through his chest as his balls tightened and the cum began to churn. He held on tightly to Kirti as he fucked her with as much force as he could muster.
"OH YES! YES! YES! HEMANT! FUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKK!"
Kirti screamed loudly as her entire body shook and exploded with the orgasm that rocked her to her very core.
"Oh I fucking love you!" she groaned loudly as her orgasm peaked.
"AH AH! AH!! KIRA! I LOVE YOU! I FUCKING LOVE YOU!" he groaned loudly as his cock exploded inside of her.
"YES! YES! YES! I love you babe! I love you too."
She moaned as her pussy clamped hard around his cock. She was cumming! His world was cumming with him.
"HMMM I LOVE YOU!" she moaned as they both came down from their high.
They were both breathing loudly. His forehead against hers. They slowly kissed. Their lips gliding easily against one another.
"If....this is how you welcome me after every absence....then I don't mind the long distance relationship between us"
Kirti says giggling exhausted after that amazing sex.
"I was here for something else....did you get the leave you wanted" Hemant asked.
"Yup....but just one week...I'll have to report on Monday"
"Don't worry....you will"
"So..what's the plan? Are we going to a hillstation? or somewhere north?"
"I have a surprise" he murmured against her lips.
"Pack light. We're going to Shanghai!"
The shopping trip was brief but decisive. Kirti tried on dresses in the cramped boutique while Hemant watched from a chair near the mirror, his gaze tracking every curve revealed by silk and chiffon. She settled on three—a deep blue evening gown, a casual sundress, and something slinky and black that made his eyes darken when she stepped out of the fitting room. The clerk averted her gaze when Hemant pulled Kirti close for a lingering kiss at the register.
The flight to Shanghai passed in a blur of anticipation. Kirti dozed against his shoulder, exhausted from weeks of restless sleep, while he reviewed cargo manifests on his tablet. His hand never left her thigh.
Shanghai greeted them with gray skies and the smell of salt water. A car waited at the private terminal, whisking them through traffic to the port district where Hemant's holdings sprawled across the waterfront. Kirti had seen photographs of his operation, but the reality dwarfed any image—cranes stretching toward clouds, container stacks rising like metallic cliffs, the bustle of workers and machinery creating a symphony of industry.
"The surprise is right there"
Hemant said, guiding her toward a dock jutting into the harbor. The seaplane bobbed gently at the mooring, its pontoons cutting smooth lines through the dark water. Sunlight broke through the cloud cover, catching the craft's polished surface.
"Hemant—" Kirti's breath caught.
"You want me to fly this?"
"You're the best pilot I know." He handed her a set of keys.
"Huaniao Island. East of the coast. Our accommodation is waiting."
The seaplane responded to her touch like a dream. Kirti's hands moved over the controls with practiced ease, muscle memory translating her expertise from fighter jets to this smaller, simpler craft. The island materialized through the haze—green hills rising from blue water, a cluster of buildings hugging the coastline. The landing was butter-smooth, the pontoons kissing the surface as the engine wound down.
A luxurious bungalow awaited them, perched on a hill overlooking the sea. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the water, and a king-sized bed dominated the open floor plan. Kirti ran her fingers across the silk sheets, already imagining what they would do there.
Dinner that evening was an exercise in restraint. The restaurant overlooked the harbor, lantern light casting warm pools across white tablecloths. Kirti wore the blue gown, the fabric hugging every curve, and Hemant couldn't keep his eyes off her.
She decided to make it harder for him.
Her heel found his ankle beneath the table, tracing slow circles up his calf. His fork paused halfway to his mouth, jaw tightening. She smiled innocently, sipping her wine while her foot climbed higher, toes pressing against his inner thigh.
"Kira" Warning threaded through his voice.
"Yes?" She batted her eyelashes.
"Something wrong?"
His hand dropped beneath the table, capturing her wandering foot. Strong fingers dug into her arch, massaging firmly before sliding up to cup her heel. The sensation shot straight up her leg, pooling in her core. She bit her lip to suppress a moan.
"Two can play this game" he murmured.
They barely made it through the main course before abandoning the table. The open pub next door offered live music and a cramped dance floor, but Kirti didn't care about the ambiance. She pulled Hemant into the crowd, pressing her back against his chest as the rhythm pulsed through the floorboards.
She danced like she flew—with total confidence and controlled abandon. Her hips rolled in slow circles, grinding against him, feeling him harden against her lower back. His hands settled on her waist, guiding her movements even as he claimed not to know the steps. The music shifted to something slower, darker, and Kirti leaned back into him, letting her head fall against his shoulder.
"You're trying to kill me" he growled against her ear.
"Maybe" She rolled her hips harder.
"Is it working?"
They didn't wait for the song to end.
The walk back to the bungalow became a stumbling race, hands tugging at buttons and zippers. Kirti's gown pooled on the entryway floor. Hemant's shirt followed. By the time they reached the bedroom, they wore nothing but moonlight and want.
Hemant pulled her onto the bed, positioning her above him in one fluid motion. Kirti understood immediately. She straddled his face while lowering her mouth to his length, the classic sixty-nine that never failed to overwhelm them both.
His tongue found her immediately, dragging through her folds with hungry strokes. She gasped around his cock, the vibration making his hips jerk upward. The dual sensation—his mouth on her, her mouth on him—built rapidly toward something uncontrollable.
"gggwwkkkk..."
The wet, muffled sounds filled the room as he thrust gently into her throat. His grip tightened on her hips, holding her in place while his tongue worked her clit relentlessly. She bobbed her head faster, taking him deeper, saliva coating her chin.
"gggwwkkkk... gggwwkkkk..."
The pleasure climbed higher, too much, overwhelming. His cock filled her throat while his mouth devoured her, and Kirti felt herself spiraling toward an edge she wasn't ready to cross.
"Stop—" She pulled off gasping.
"Hemant, please—I can't—its too much—"
He released her immediately, flipping her onto her back with desperate urgency. Her legs fell open, and he positioned himself between them, spreading her wide in a lewd display. The moonlight caught her glistening arousal.
"Beautiful" he breathed.
He drove into her without warning.
Kirti screamed as he filled her completely, the angle devastating, her legs split apart in a spread eagle that let him impossibly deep. His thrusts were violent—each stroke punctuated by the wet slap of skin against skin and her desperate moans. The headboard slammed against the wall.
"hgghh.....Kira—my Kira—hgghhh"
"Ahhh....Yes—yes—fuck—Hemant—aahhhhh"
Her orgasm crashed through her without buildup, back arching off the mattress as pleasure whited out her vision.
"AAAAAHHHHHH!"
He didn't stop. His rhythm intensified, chasing his own release with single-minded focus. Each thrust drove her further into the mattress, oversensitive walls clenching around him.
"I'm Cumming!!!!!" He buried himself to the hilt and released.
Hot spurts flooded her depths as he groaned her callsign into her neck. His hips stuttered, grinding deep, milking every drop as her body accepted everything he gave. She felt each pulse, the warmth spreading through her core.
They collapsed together, tangled limbs and ragged breathing. Hemant's weight pressed her into the mattress, softening inside her, neither willing to move. Exhaustion from travel and fucking pulled them toward unconsciousness.
The silk sheets cradled their naked bodies as sleep claimed them. The bed would bear witness to more in the coming days—Huaniao Island belonged to them now, and they had a week to explore every desire.
Kirti smiled against his chest as darkness took her.
Morning light spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting golden stripes across the tangled sheets. Hemant woke to the weight of Kirti's head on his chest, her breath warm against his skin. For a long moment, he simply lay there, fingers tracing lazy patterns on her shoulder, watching the sea shimmer beyond the glass.
"Time is it?" Her voice came out sleep-rough.
"Early. We have the whole day"
She stretched against him, spine arching like a cat.
"Then we should use it"
They dressed casually for island exploration—shorts and light fabrics against the humid warmth. Huaniao Island revealed itself in layers: narrow market streets fragrant with spice and salted fish, vendors calling prices over stacked produce, elderly women knitting under awnings. Kirti haggled with a grin, her Mandarin surprisingly functional, and Hemant watched her work the stalls with the same intensity she brought to the cockpit.
The clothing shop appeared at the end of a lane. Kirti disappeared inside while he lingered by the door, watching through the window as she held fabric after fabric against her lean frame. She emerged twenty minutes later with a bag swinging from her wrist, expression smug.
"Found something special"
"You won't show me?"
"Patience" She rose on her toes, pressing a quick kiss to his jaw.
"You'll see"
They wandered through the afternoon—sharing grilled street food from paper plates, finding a secluded beach where waves lapped at their ankles, stealing kisses when no one watched. The island operated on its own rhythm, unhurried and forgiving. For the first time in months, Hemant felt the pressure in his chest ease.
The bungalow welcomed them back with cool shadows and the promise of privacy. Kirti disappeared into the bathroom with her shopping bag. Hemant changed into swimming trunks and stepped outside to the pool.
The water glinted turquoise under the late afternoon sun. He slipped in, letting the coolness wash away the salt and sweat of their wanderings. The pool's edge offered a perfect vantage point—mountains rising green beyond the property, the harbor glinting in the distance. He closed his eyes, head resting against the tile.
The sliding door opened. Hemant looked up. Kirti stood in the doorway, and his mind went blank.
The blue bikini was devastating. Two scraps of fabric tied at her hips, the bottom cut high on her thighs. The top barely contained her, highlighting the athletic lines of her torso and the swell of her breasts. Her skin glowed bronze against the vivid blue, stomach muscles shifting as she walked toward the pool's edge.
She grinned down at him.
"You're staring."
"I'm admiring."
"Same thing" Her smile widened.
"Like what you see?"
Words failed him. He nodded instead, mouth suddenly dry.
She laughed—bright and genuine—and took three running steps before leaping. The splash sent water cascading over his face, and when he blinked it away, she was surfacing in front of him, hair slicked back, rivulets tracing paths down her collarbone.
"Couldn't wait" she said.
"The water looked perfect"
"You look perfect"
Kirti rolled her eyes, but pleasure flickered across her features. She waded closer, water lapping at her waist, until barely a breath separated them. Her fingers found his chest, trailing through the wet hair.
"Kira—"
She silenced him with a kiss. Her mouth moved over his with familiar hunger, tasting of the pineapple they'd shared at the market. His hands found her waist, pulling her flush against him, and she gasped into the contact.
"Do me in the pool!!" she murmured against his lips.
"Right now!!"
He didn't hesitate. His fingers found the bow at her hip, tugging until the bikini bottom came undone. She kicked away the fabric as he shoved his trunks down, the garment floating somewhere behind them. Her legs wrapped around his waist, anchoring herself against him.
"Wait—" She pulled back slightly, breathing hard.
"Not yet. Just—just hold me. Like this"
He understood. His hands supported her thighs, keeping her pressed against him without crossing the final threshold. The water supported their weight, making her feel weightless in his arms. She rocked against him, friction building even without connection, the slide of her heat against his length driving them both toward madness.
"Hemant." His name came out strangled.
"I need—"
"I know."
He shifted his grip, one hand bracing her back as he positioned himself. Her eyes locked on his as he pressed forward, the water offering no resistance. She gasped, head falling back, throat exposed to his hungry mouth.
"AHHHHHUUUUUHHHHHHH!!!"
The pool wall met her shoulder blades. He pinned her there, hips setting a rhythm that made water slosh against the tiles. Each thrust drew a sound from her throat—gasps and moans that echoed across the empty patio. Her nails carved crescents into his shoulders.
"Come on Stud....Harder" she demanded.
"You know I won't break"
He obeyed. The wet slap of their bodies filled the evening air, punctuated by her rising cries. She met him stroke for stroke, thighs clenching around his waist, using the wall for leverage.
"Oh Shit" She moaned.
"You're way too good at that. It's not fair!"
Every nerve ending was poised to react violently to any and all contraction of her pussy walls. She had amazing control of her pussy and her walls would contract deliciously around him.
"OH FUCK. OH FUCK. OH FUCK.. Don't... Fucken...STOP!!"
Hemant knocked the wind out of her and her eyes rolled back into her head as he continued pounding his sexy girlfriend. He moved his hands and grabbed her tits from over her bikini top almost for leverage as his dick went into hyper drive. Pounding that pretty pussy and sending her juices into the pool.
"Kira—" The name came out guttural.
"I'm close—"
"Me too—don't stop—don't—"
"Oh shit! Don't stop! I'm so close"
Hemant grit his teeth as he felt his orgasm nearing. He was so close to popping off but he wanted to make sure she had at least one more before he did. He closed his eyes and tried to get the image of her naked form out of his head. Her moans and yelps weren't helping at all though.
"Fuck me Hemant. Harder. YES! YES! YES! YES!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
He could feel her cumming as much as he heard her.
She shattered first. Her body seized, walls clenching around him, his name tearing from her lips in a scream that scattered birds from nearby trees. Her pussy clamped down hard on his cock as she came hard. The sight of her undone pushed him over the edge behind her. He buried himself deep, groaning against her neck as his release crashed through him.
They stayed locked together, breathing ragged, the water gently lapping at their waists. Eventually her legs loosened from his waist, feet finding the pool floor. He brushed wet hair from her face, pressing a kiss to her temple.
"Best shopping trip" he managed.
She laughed, the sound breathless.
"I thought you'd approve."
The evening blurred into the bedroom. They discovered each other again with lazy intensity—no urgency now, just the slow relearning of bodies that had finally found their home. She curled into his side afterward, tracing patterns on his chest while the stars emerged beyond the windows.
"I don't want to leave" she whispered.
"Then don't"
"I have to. Because of duty" Her finger paused over his heart.
"But as long as there are fun weeks like this..I won't be disappointed"
He pulled her closer, pressing his lips to the crown of her head.
"I'll make sure of it."
They talked until exhaustion claimed them—about the base, about Shanghai, about the uncertain future that waited beyond this island paradise. The words faded into comfortable silence, then into soft breathing as sleep approached.
"More adventures tomorrow?" Her voice was barely audible.
"Whatever you want, Kira."
She smiled against his chest.
"Everything. I want everything."
Sleep took them before she could elaborate. The island settled into night sounds beyond the glass—waves and insects and the distant hum of fishing boats returning to harbor. The silk sheets tangled around their naked bodies, holding them close as dreams carried them forward.
Tomorrow would bring new discoveries. New pleasures. New moments to hoard against the separation that waited inevitably ahead.
But that was tomorrow. Tonight, they had each other. And for now, that was enough.
The encrypted message arrived at 2:47 AM, its alert tone cutting through the silence like a blade. Hemant's eyes snapped open, years of training pulling him from deep sleep to full alertness in seconds. Kirti stirred against his chest, mumbling something unintelligible, as he reached for his phone on the nightstand.
The sender was Rey Shen. The text was brief and clinical.
'Remants of AZRAEL has tracked your location. Huaniao Island. Hostiles inbound. Expect armed insertion within the hour. My people are en route. Hold tight'
Hemant was already moving. He slid from the bed, the silk sheets falling away as he crossed to the closet where his go-bag sat waiting. Always waiting. The habit had annoyed Kirti when she'd first noticed it—why bring tactical gear to a romantic getaway?—but now she understood.
"Hemant?" Her voice was alert now, the pilot's instinct for danger kicking in.
"What's wrong?"
"We have a situation"
He pulled a compact submachine gun from the bag, checking the magazine with practiced efficiency.
"Bad guys found us"
She was out of bed before he finished speaking, moving with the fluid grace that made her deadly in the air and on the ground. He tossed her a backup pistol—a sleek Glock that she caught without looking, her hands already finding their grip through muscle memory.
"Can you handle its recoil?"
She fixed him with a stare that could cut glass.
"You trained us remember. Special training for me specifically!"
The first shots shattered the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Glass sprayed across the bedroom in glittering arcs as black-clad figures vaulted through the openings. Hemant shoved Kirti behind the bed, returning fire with controlled bursts that drove the intruders back. She popped up beside him, the Glock barking sharp reports as she found her rhythm.
"Three left!" she shouted over the chaos.
"Two on the balcony!"
They moved in tandem without planning—covering angles, advancing when the other laid suppressing fire. Kirti reloaded with startling efficiency, her hands steady despite the adrenaline screaming through her veins. A gunman emerged from the bathroom doorway and she dropped him with two precise shots to the chest.
Hemant's admiration mixed with fury. These people had brought violence into their sanctuary. Had forced her to fight instead of sleep. Had shattered the peace they'd built on this island.
The final assailant fell to his knees from Hemant's burst, weapon clattering across tile.
Silence. Heavy and ringing.
Then the wail of approaching sirens, speedboats roaring toward the shore. SunOnYee reinforcements poured onto the property in organized waves, securing the perimeter with professional efficiency. A stern-faced man in a dark suit approached Hemant, bowing slightly.
"Mr. Shen sends his apologies. The breach has been contained"
Kirti stood amid the broken glass, chest heaving, the pistol still warm in her grip. Her eyes were wild—not with fear, but with the particular intensity of someone who'd just discovered they could kill without hesitation.
The mood was thoroughly destroyed.
But Hemant crossed to her, gently prying the weapon from her fingers. His hands found her face, tilting her gaze to meet his.
"We're not letting them ruin our vacation!" His voice was steady, certain.
"We came here for us. We finish this holiday."
"Hemant, there are bodies on our floor—"
"My people will handle them" He pressed his forehead to hers.
"Tomorrow, I'm taking you somewhere to refresh. Somewhere beautiful. I promise."
She exhaled shakily. Then nodded.
RETURN TO RAJASTHAN
The months apart had stretched like taffy, each day pulling longer than the last. Kirti threw herself into training sorties and simulation drills, anything to keep her mind from wandering to shaded villa rooms and calloused hands on her skin. When the message finally came—Hemant's return, rescheduled commitments, a week carved from chaos—she felt the ache in her chest unclench for the first time in thirty days.
She arrived at his villa on her motorcycle before dawn, helmet still dangling from her fingers when he opened the door. Neither spoke. He looked into her soft brown eyes and had no idea what took over him. He kissed her. Deeply. He put all of his heart and soul into a searing kiss. Kirti was taken aback by his passion at first, before she slid into it effortlessly. She returned his kiss with equal fervor. He had her on her back on the living room floor, kissing her soft lips. He could feel himself hardening. Kirti felt it too and moaned as her hands found his cock through the shorts that he was wearing.
He moved his hands across her chest, feeling her nipples get harder through the top she wore. Kirti moaned into his mouth as he lifted the garment, freeing her perfect breast. He broke the kiss and lowered his mouth, taking one of her nipples between his lips.
"Oh babe!"
Kirti moaned as she wrapped her arms around his head, pulling him harder against her chest. He sucked one nipple before switching over to the other, causing even more erotic noises to escape his beautiful girlfriend's beautiful mouth. His hands were busy undoing her pants as he switched over to her other nipple.
"I want you so bad!" he moaned against her chest as she helped him remove her pants and panties.
"Then take me!"
She said pulling his head towards her face and kissing him deeply. Kirti kicked her pants and panties off. The aroma of her wet pussy quickly filled his nostrils, turning him on more than he had anticipated. He pulled down his shorts and Kirti's hand was wrapped around his hardness.
"Put it in me! Put it in me!" she begged guiding him between her lips.
"Ohhh fuck!"
Hemant groaned loudly as he felt her warmth. Kirti groaned before pulling him deeper inside of her. Their lips met, and there was no denying the heat between them. He filled his hands with both of her perfect tits and began to pump his cock inside of her.
"You feel so good!" he moaned against her mouth.
"You feel so damn big!" she groaned against his mouth. Her legs wrapped around his lower back, drawing him deeper and deeper inside of her furnace.
"Oh fuck me!"
She groaned lifting her head. He couldn't help himself and lowered his mouth to suckle on the soft skin of her neck.
"Ohhh!" She mewled when he pinched her hard nipples.
He started to speed up his hips as he fucked her with deep hard long strokes, pulling himself almost all the way out, before pushing his cock deeply inside of her fully. Kirti's hands were clawing at his back as his cock drove hard inside of her as her insides shook and wrapped itself around his hard cock.
He kneeled on the floor, lifting her legs onto his shoulders. He drove his cock harder and deeper in this position. He could feel her tight and wet pussy feeling extraordinary around his dick. Every inch of which was embedded so deeply inside of her there was no telling where she began and he ended. He loved this woman so much.
"Oh baby! Your cock feels so good! I'm going to cum!"
She moaned lowering one of her hands to start playing with her engorged clit. He couldn't believe how beautiful she looked. Her hair was a mess, her mouth was wide open, and her entire body was shaking with every thrust of his cock. He was close to cumming as well. The sight of her, the feel of her around his cock. His love for her tore through his chest as his balls tightened and the cum began to churn. He held on tightly to Kirti as he fucked her with as much force as he could muster.
"OH YES! YES! YES! HEMANT! FUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKK!"
Kirti screamed loudly as her entire body shook and exploded with the orgasm that rocked her to her very core.
"Oh I fucking love you!" she groaned loudly as her orgasm peaked.
"AH AH! AH!! KIRA! I LOVE YOU! I FUCKING LOVE YOU!" he groaned loudly as his cock exploded inside of her.
"YES! YES! YES! I love you babe! I love you too."
She moaned as her pussy clamped hard around his cock. She was cumming! His world was cumming with him.
"HMMM I LOVE YOU!" she moaned as they both came down from their high.
They were both breathing loudly. His forehead against hers. They slowly kissed. Their lips gliding easily against one another.
"If....this is how you welcome me after every absence....then I don't mind the long distance relationship between us"
Kirti says giggling exhausted after that amazing sex.
"I was here for something else....did you get the leave you wanted" Hemant asked.
"Yup....but just one week...I'll have to report on Monday"
"Don't worry....you will"
"So..what's the plan? Are we going to a hillstation? or somewhere north?"
"I have a surprise" he murmured against her lips.
"Pack light. We're going to Shanghai!"
The shopping trip was brief but decisive. Kirti tried on dresses in the cramped boutique while Hemant watched from a chair near the mirror, his gaze tracking every curve revealed by silk and chiffon. She settled on three—a deep blue evening gown, a casual sundress, and something slinky and black that made his eyes darken when she stepped out of the fitting room. The clerk averted her gaze when Hemant pulled Kirti close for a lingering kiss at the register.
The flight to Shanghai passed in a blur of anticipation. Kirti dozed against his shoulder, exhausted from weeks of restless sleep, while he reviewed cargo manifests on his tablet. His hand never left her thigh.
Shanghai greeted them with gray skies and the smell of salt water. A car waited at the private terminal, whisking them through traffic to the port district where Hemant's holdings sprawled across the waterfront. Kirti had seen photographs of his operation, but the reality dwarfed any image—cranes stretching toward clouds, container stacks rising like metallic cliffs, the bustle of workers and machinery creating a symphony of industry.
"The surprise is right there"
Hemant said, guiding her toward a dock jutting into the harbor. The seaplane bobbed gently at the mooring, its pontoons cutting smooth lines through the dark water. Sunlight broke through the cloud cover, catching the craft's polished surface.
"Hemant—" Kirti's breath caught.
"You want me to fly this?"
"You're the best pilot I know." He handed her a set of keys.
"Huaniao Island. East of the coast. Our accommodation is waiting."
The seaplane responded to her touch like a dream. Kirti's hands moved over the controls with practiced ease, muscle memory translating her expertise from fighter jets to this smaller, simpler craft. The island materialized through the haze—green hills rising from blue water, a cluster of buildings hugging the coastline. The landing was butter-smooth, the pontoons kissing the surface as the engine wound down.
A luxurious bungalow awaited them, perched on a hill overlooking the sea. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the water, and a king-sized bed dominated the open floor plan. Kirti ran her fingers across the silk sheets, already imagining what they would do there.
Dinner that evening was an exercise in restraint. The restaurant overlooked the harbor, lantern light casting warm pools across white tablecloths. Kirti wore the blue gown, the fabric hugging every curve, and Hemant couldn't keep his eyes off her.
She decided to make it harder for him.
Her heel found his ankle beneath the table, tracing slow circles up his calf. His fork paused halfway to his mouth, jaw tightening. She smiled innocently, sipping her wine while her foot climbed higher, toes pressing against his inner thigh.
"Kira" Warning threaded through his voice.
"Yes?" She batted her eyelashes.
"Something wrong?"
His hand dropped beneath the table, capturing her wandering foot. Strong fingers dug into her arch, massaging firmly before sliding up to cup her heel. The sensation shot straight up her leg, pooling in her core. She bit her lip to suppress a moan.
"Two can play this game" he murmured.
They barely made it through the main course before abandoning the table. The open pub next door offered live music and a cramped dance floor, but Kirti didn't care about the ambiance. She pulled Hemant into the crowd, pressing her back against his chest as the rhythm pulsed through the floorboards.
She danced like she flew—with total confidence and controlled abandon. Her hips rolled in slow circles, grinding against him, feeling him harden against her lower back. His hands settled on her waist, guiding her movements even as he claimed not to know the steps. The music shifted to something slower, darker, and Kirti leaned back into him, letting her head fall against his shoulder.
"You're trying to kill me" he growled against her ear.
"Maybe" She rolled her hips harder.
"Is it working?"
They didn't wait for the song to end.
The walk back to the bungalow became a stumbling race, hands tugging at buttons and zippers. Kirti's gown pooled on the entryway floor. Hemant's shirt followed. By the time they reached the bedroom, they wore nothing but moonlight and want.
Hemant pulled her onto the bed, positioning her above him in one fluid motion. Kirti understood immediately. She straddled his face while lowering her mouth to his length, the classic sixty-nine that never failed to overwhelm them both.
His tongue found her immediately, dragging through her folds with hungry strokes. She gasped around his cock, the vibration making his hips jerk upward. The dual sensation—his mouth on her, her mouth on him—built rapidly toward something uncontrollable.
"gggwwkkkk..."
The wet, muffled sounds filled the room as he thrust gently into her throat. His grip tightened on her hips, holding her in place while his tongue worked her clit relentlessly. She bobbed her head faster, taking him deeper, saliva coating her chin.
"gggwwkkkk... gggwwkkkk..."
The pleasure climbed higher, too much, overwhelming. His cock filled her throat while his mouth devoured her, and Kirti felt herself spiraling toward an edge she wasn't ready to cross.
"Stop—" She pulled off gasping.
"Hemant, please—I can't—its too much—"
He released her immediately, flipping her onto her back with desperate urgency. Her legs fell open, and he positioned himself between them, spreading her wide in a lewd display. The moonlight caught her glistening arousal.
"Beautiful" he breathed.
He drove into her without warning.
Kirti screamed as he filled her completely, the angle devastating, her legs split apart in a spread eagle that let him impossibly deep. His thrusts were violent—each stroke punctuated by the wet slap of skin against skin and her desperate moans. The headboard slammed against the wall.
"hgghh.....Kira—my Kira—hgghhh"
"Ahhh....Yes—yes—fuck—Hemant—aahhhhh"
Her orgasm crashed through her without buildup, back arching off the mattress as pleasure whited out her vision.
"AAAAAHHHHHH!"
He didn't stop. His rhythm intensified, chasing his own release with single-minded focus. Each thrust drove her further into the mattress, oversensitive walls clenching around him.
"I'm Cumming!!!!!" He buried himself to the hilt and released.
Hot spurts flooded her depths as he groaned her callsign into her neck. His hips stuttered, grinding deep, milking every drop as her body accepted everything he gave. She felt each pulse, the warmth spreading through her core.
They collapsed together, tangled limbs and ragged breathing. Hemant's weight pressed her into the mattress, softening inside her, neither willing to move. Exhaustion from travel and fucking pulled them toward unconsciousness.
The silk sheets cradled their naked bodies as sleep claimed them. The bed would bear witness to more in the coming days—Huaniao Island belonged to them now, and they had a week to explore every desire.
Kirti smiled against his chest as darkness took her.
Morning light spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting golden stripes across the tangled sheets. Hemant woke to the weight of Kirti's head on his chest, her breath warm against his skin. For a long moment, he simply lay there, fingers tracing lazy patterns on her shoulder, watching the sea shimmer beyond the glass.
"Time is it?" Her voice came out sleep-rough.
"Early. We have the whole day"
She stretched against him, spine arching like a cat.
"Then we should use it"
They dressed casually for island exploration—shorts and light fabrics against the humid warmth. Huaniao Island revealed itself in layers: narrow market streets fragrant with spice and salted fish, vendors calling prices over stacked produce, elderly women knitting under awnings. Kirti haggled with a grin, her Mandarin surprisingly functional, and Hemant watched her work the stalls with the same intensity she brought to the cockpit.
The clothing shop appeared at the end of a lane. Kirti disappeared inside while he lingered by the door, watching through the window as she held fabric after fabric against her lean frame. She emerged twenty minutes later with a bag swinging from her wrist, expression smug.
"Found something special"
"You won't show me?"
"Patience" She rose on her toes, pressing a quick kiss to his jaw.
"You'll see"
They wandered through the afternoon—sharing grilled street food from paper plates, finding a secluded beach where waves lapped at their ankles, stealing kisses when no one watched. The island operated on its own rhythm, unhurried and forgiving. For the first time in months, Hemant felt the pressure in his chest ease.
The bungalow welcomed them back with cool shadows and the promise of privacy. Kirti disappeared into the bathroom with her shopping bag. Hemant changed into swimming trunks and stepped outside to the pool.
The water glinted turquoise under the late afternoon sun. He slipped in, letting the coolness wash away the salt and sweat of their wanderings. The pool's edge offered a perfect vantage point—mountains rising green beyond the property, the harbor glinting in the distance. He closed his eyes, head resting against the tile.
The sliding door opened. Hemant looked up. Kirti stood in the doorway, and his mind went blank.
The blue bikini was devastating. Two scraps of fabric tied at her hips, the bottom cut high on her thighs. The top barely contained her, highlighting the athletic lines of her torso and the swell of her breasts. Her skin glowed bronze against the vivid blue, stomach muscles shifting as she walked toward the pool's edge.
She grinned down at him.
"You're staring."
"I'm admiring."
"Same thing" Her smile widened.
"Like what you see?"
Words failed him. He nodded instead, mouth suddenly dry.
She laughed—bright and genuine—and took three running steps before leaping. The splash sent water cascading over his face, and when he blinked it away, she was surfacing in front of him, hair slicked back, rivulets tracing paths down her collarbone.
"Couldn't wait" she said.
"The water looked perfect"
"You look perfect"
Kirti rolled her eyes, but pleasure flickered across her features. She waded closer, water lapping at her waist, until barely a breath separated them. Her fingers found his chest, trailing through the wet hair.
"Kira—"
She silenced him with a kiss. Her mouth moved over his with familiar hunger, tasting of the pineapple they'd shared at the market. His hands found her waist, pulling her flush against him, and she gasped into the contact.
"Do me in the pool!!" she murmured against his lips.
"Right now!!"
He didn't hesitate. His fingers found the bow at her hip, tugging until the bikini bottom came undone. She kicked away the fabric as he shoved his trunks down, the garment floating somewhere behind them. Her legs wrapped around his waist, anchoring herself against him.
"Wait—" She pulled back slightly, breathing hard.
"Not yet. Just—just hold me. Like this"
He understood. His hands supported her thighs, keeping her pressed against him without crossing the final threshold. The water supported their weight, making her feel weightless in his arms. She rocked against him, friction building even without connection, the slide of her heat against his length driving them both toward madness.
"Hemant." His name came out strangled.
"I need—"
"I know."
He shifted his grip, one hand bracing her back as he positioned himself. Her eyes locked on his as he pressed forward, the water offering no resistance. She gasped, head falling back, throat exposed to his hungry mouth.
"AHHHHHUUUUUHHHHHHH!!!"
The pool wall met her shoulder blades. He pinned her there, hips setting a rhythm that made water slosh against the tiles. Each thrust drew a sound from her throat—gasps and moans that echoed across the empty patio. Her nails carved crescents into his shoulders.
"Come on Stud....Harder" she demanded.
"You know I won't break"
He obeyed. The wet slap of their bodies filled the evening air, punctuated by her rising cries. She met him stroke for stroke, thighs clenching around his waist, using the wall for leverage.
"Oh Shit" She moaned.
"You're way too good at that. It's not fair!"
Every nerve ending was poised to react violently to any and all contraction of her pussy walls. She had amazing control of her pussy and her walls would contract deliciously around him.
"OH FUCK. OH FUCK. OH FUCK.. Don't... Fucken...STOP!!"
Hemant knocked the wind out of her and her eyes rolled back into her head as he continued pounding his sexy girlfriend. He moved his hands and grabbed her tits from over her bikini top almost for leverage as his dick went into hyper drive. Pounding that pretty pussy and sending her juices into the pool.
"Kira—" The name came out guttural.
"I'm close—"
"Me too—don't stop—don't—"
"Oh shit! Don't stop! I'm so close"
Hemant grit his teeth as he felt his orgasm nearing. He was so close to popping off but he wanted to make sure she had at least one more before he did. He closed his eyes and tried to get the image of her naked form out of his head. Her moans and yelps weren't helping at all though.
"Fuck me Hemant. Harder. YES! YES! YES! YES!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
He could feel her cumming as much as he heard her.
She shattered first. Her body seized, walls clenching around him, his name tearing from her lips in a scream that scattered birds from nearby trees. Her pussy clamped down hard on his cock as she came hard. The sight of her undone pushed him over the edge behind her. He buried himself deep, groaning against her neck as his release crashed through him.
They stayed locked together, breathing ragged, the water gently lapping at their waists. Eventually her legs loosened from his waist, feet finding the pool floor. He brushed wet hair from her face, pressing a kiss to her temple.
"Best shopping trip" he managed.
She laughed, the sound breathless.
"I thought you'd approve."
The evening blurred into the bedroom. They discovered each other again with lazy intensity—no urgency now, just the slow relearning of bodies that had finally found their home. She curled into his side afterward, tracing patterns on his chest while the stars emerged beyond the windows.
"I don't want to leave" she whispered.
"Then don't"
"I have to. Because of duty" Her finger paused over his heart.
"But as long as there are fun weeks like this..I won't be disappointed"
He pulled her closer, pressing his lips to the crown of her head.
"I'll make sure of it."
They talked until exhaustion claimed them—about the base, about Shanghai, about the uncertain future that waited beyond this island paradise. The words faded into comfortable silence, then into soft breathing as sleep approached.
"More adventures tomorrow?" Her voice was barely audible.
"Whatever you want, Kira."
She smiled against his chest.
"Everything. I want everything."
Sleep took them before she could elaborate. The island settled into night sounds beyond the glass—waves and insects and the distant hum of fishing boats returning to harbor. The silk sheets tangled around their naked bodies, holding them close as dreams carried them forward.
Tomorrow would bring new discoveries. New pleasures. New moments to hoard against the separation that waited inevitably ahead.
But that was tomorrow. Tonight, they had each other. And for now, that was enough.
The encrypted message arrived at 2:47 AM, its alert tone cutting through the silence like a blade. Hemant's eyes snapped open, years of training pulling him from deep sleep to full alertness in seconds. Kirti stirred against his chest, mumbling something unintelligible, as he reached for his phone on the nightstand.
The sender was Rey Shen. The text was brief and clinical.
'Remants of AZRAEL has tracked your location. Huaniao Island. Hostiles inbound. Expect armed insertion within the hour. My people are en route. Hold tight'
Hemant was already moving. He slid from the bed, the silk sheets falling away as he crossed to the closet where his go-bag sat waiting. Always waiting. The habit had annoyed Kirti when she'd first noticed it—why bring tactical gear to a romantic getaway?—but now she understood.
"Hemant?" Her voice was alert now, the pilot's instinct for danger kicking in.
"What's wrong?"
"We have a situation"
He pulled a compact submachine gun from the bag, checking the magazine with practiced efficiency.
"Bad guys found us"
She was out of bed before he finished speaking, moving with the fluid grace that made her deadly in the air and on the ground. He tossed her a backup pistol—a sleek Glock that she caught without looking, her hands already finding their grip through muscle memory.
"Can you handle its recoil?"
She fixed him with a stare that could cut glass.
"You trained us remember. Special training for me specifically!"
The first shots shattered the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Glass sprayed across the bedroom in glittering arcs as black-clad figures vaulted through the openings. Hemant shoved Kirti behind the bed, returning fire with controlled bursts that drove the intruders back. She popped up beside him, the Glock barking sharp reports as she found her rhythm.
"Three left!" she shouted over the chaos.
"Two on the balcony!"
They moved in tandem without planning—covering angles, advancing when the other laid suppressing fire. Kirti reloaded with startling efficiency, her hands steady despite the adrenaline screaming through her veins. A gunman emerged from the bathroom doorway and she dropped him with two precise shots to the chest.
Hemant's admiration mixed with fury. These people had brought violence into their sanctuary. Had forced her to fight instead of sleep. Had shattered the peace they'd built on this island.
The final assailant fell to his knees from Hemant's burst, weapon clattering across tile.
Silence. Heavy and ringing.
Then the wail of approaching sirens, speedboats roaring toward the shore. SunOnYee reinforcements poured onto the property in organized waves, securing the perimeter with professional efficiency. A stern-faced man in a dark suit approached Hemant, bowing slightly.
"Mr. Shen sends his apologies. The breach has been contained"
Kirti stood amid the broken glass, chest heaving, the pistol still warm in her grip. Her eyes were wild—not with fear, but with the particular intensity of someone who'd just discovered they could kill without hesitation.
The mood was thoroughly destroyed.
But Hemant crossed to her, gently prying the weapon from her fingers. His hands found her face, tilting her gaze to meet his.
"We're not letting them ruin our vacation!" His voice was steady, certain.
"We came here for us. We finish this holiday."
"Hemant, there are bodies on our floor—"
"My people will handle them" He pressed his forehead to hers.
"Tomorrow, I'm taking you somewhere to refresh. Somewhere beautiful. I promise."
She exhaled shakily. Then nodded.
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