Sandalwood Pt. 02 by FlynnTalwar,FlynnTalwar

She tenderly held his face and kissed him slow and easy, deepening each kiss and searching for his tongue with her own. He pulled back.

“Maya, I can’t–I mean I don’t–” She suddenly felt foolish and slipped off his lap.

“Um, no, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed you wanted me to–” Cole put a finger against her lips.

“Oh, no, no, no. I wasn’t talking about that. I, uh, I don’t know how to take this off,” he said, lifting up a pleat of her sari. “Is there a zipper somewhere in the back? Sorry… you’re gonna have to help out the clueless white guy.” Maya laughed, mostly out of relief, and stood up.

“This is just six yards of straight fabric,” she said, reaching down to where her pleats were fastened below her navel to remove the safety pin there. “You tie a sari around yourself,” she continued, removing the second safety pin at her left shoulder. Then she took off her bangles and laid them down next to the pins on the coffee table. “So you’re not going to unzip me, Cole. You’re going to unwrap me.”

Cole’s heart pounded as he stood up and brushed aside the fabric that fell over her shoulder, dropping half the sari to the ground. Maya guided his hands to her navel and had him tug at the pleats, releasing more fabric. She then slowly twirled as he pulled out the rest, which was tucked into a cotton underskirt.

As the sari cascaded to the carpet and Maya stood there with her entire mid-section bare, she looked into Cole’s eyes and pulled his fingers up to the hook-and-eye clasps that held together her cropped blouse.

Once she showed him how to undo the top hook, he did the rest and then found the drawstring at her hip that loosened her underskirt. He peeled both the blouse and underskirt off, then unhooked her bra and slid down her panties. Maya couldn’t remember the last time she had been–or felt–so exposed and she instinctively brought her hands up against her body.

“Don’t,” Cole whispered, gently holding each of her hands to her sides. “You’re breathtaking.” He brushed his fingers across the sandalwood tree tattoo on her thigh, just where she said it would be. “You’re sure you want to do this, though? With me?” Maya was struck with his gentlemanly nature when she was sure he would just grab her, but she still giggled.

“No, I thought I’d get naked and then maybe go to the park.” Cole chuckled in spite of himself, then pulled her close and slowly kissed her. His mouth travelled to her neck as he dragged her down to the carpet. She sat curled up in his lap as their kisses intensified, then let out a little yelp as he flipped her onto her back atop her discarded sari.

Maya gasped and tossed her head back as soon as she felt Cole’s mouth envelope her right nipple. He felt her nails scratching against the back of his shirt but Cole wanted to take his time. He licked and sucked on each breast until Maya cried out and he could hear her breathing turn slightly ragged. Gradually, he made a path of kisses down her ribs and past her stomach. As he held her thighs open, Maya recoiled.

“No, sweetie, you don’t have to–” she forgot her words as she felt Cole’s tongue dance inside her. “Cole…” she groaned and squirmed against his mouth but he tightly held her legs apart and worked her until he felt her start to tremble. Then he sat up on his haunches and put a throw pillow from the couch beneath her hips. Before she could react, Cole slipped two fingers inside her and stroked them upwards, rubbing until a tiny spot began to harden against her front wall.

He watched as her eyes widened, then lowered his face back down her clitoris, mercilessly lashing at her with his tongue while his fingers kept rubbing. Maya writhed but it was only seconds before she began to scream Cole’s name and bucked against his hand like a woman possessed. Cole watched as she grabbed on to the sari beneath her, her eyes squeezed shut and her jaw shaking from the earth-shattering climax that ripped through her.

Maya was still whimpering and rolling in the afterglow when she felt Cole move away. She tried reaching for him but her arm simply flopped back to the carpet.

“Easy, hon,” he smiled. “You’re really something, you know that?”

“Me?” she slurred, still trying to reach for him although she saw him pull off his shirt and undo his belt buckle in the hazy darkness. “I can’t even see straight because of you.” Now naked, himself, Cole curled up beside her and slipped his arm under her head, drawing her close enough to feel her heart pound against his bare chest.

He tangled his legs with hers and held her as she came down. “We’re not done yet, right?” she breathed, wrapping her fingers around his erection and giving him a gentle squeeze.” Cole swallowed hard.

“If we are, I may die right now.” Maya giggled and crawled under him, putting her knees on either side of his waist and tilting her face upward to kiss him. “Wait,” he said, reaching back toward his jeans, trying to find his wallet.

“I can’t get pregnant, Cole,” Maya said softly. He stopped and looked down at her. “I had complications after the second birth. Originally, I wanted three kids. Um, but if there’s been someone else for you…”

“No, no,” he said, somewhat stunned. “I got tested after Janice. And after her, there’s only been Mrs. Palmer and her five daughters,” he said, wiggling the fingers on his left hand. Maya laughed and rolled her eyes. Then she lifted her head up and kissed him again as her calves crept up and across his back.

“Go slow?” she asked. Cole nodded and wondered how he’d ever gotten so lucky. Maya drew in her breath as he gradually filled her, his eyes searching her face for any sign of discomfort.

“Still okay?” he whispered.

“Better than okay,” she smiled up at him.

He kissed her neck until she started to move beneath him, then matched the rhythm she’d started. Faster and faster until he felt her lurch and then tighten around him, her nails on his back as she wailed Cole’s name. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer and groaned while falling off the edge, gripping on to Maya for dear life and biting down on her shoulder.

Her arms wrapped around him, one in his hair and the other on the small of his back. They lay in silence, Cole’s head on Maya’s chest, until Maya kissed his forehead after feeling him slip out of her. Minutes later, she finally spoke, still holding onto him.

“You think there’s something about this in the school staff handbook?” she asked, running her fingers up his backbone. “Like, never have sex with your students’ parent?”

“Fuck the handbook,” Cole replied with a flirty smile. Maya’s eyebrows shot up.

“Mr. Gundersen!” she exclaimed. “You teach second-graders with that mouth?” Cole propped himself up on his forearms and lowered his voice.

“I teach second-graders with an entirely different mouth. Just give me 20 minutes and I’ll show you what I can do with this mouth.”

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Cole opened his eyes to the hint of sunlight that peeked into the room, not knowing what room he was in. One glance around, from his clothes on the floor to the naked woman sleeping beside him in her queen-sized bed, reminded him of everything.

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