The clock on the nightstand glowed 11:59 p.m. One minute to midnight. One day left before Rajesh's flight landed at 6:00 a.m. Priya lay on her back in the center of their ruined bed, legs spread wide, wrists loosely tied to the headboard with Rajesh's silk ties. The room was lit only by the city's neon bleeding through the curtains—pink, violet, gold across her sweat-slick skin.
Arjun knelt between her thighs, cock thick and angry-red, dripping pre-cum onto her belly. He'd been edging himself for an hour—slow strokes while she watched, begging, pussy clenching around nothing. Now he leaned down, licked a hot stripe up her slit, and sucked her clit until she arched off the mattress.
"Please," she gasped. "Inside. Fill me one last time."
He rose, lined up, and thrust in to the hilt. The bed—already broken in three places—groaned in protest. He fucked her slow at first, savoring every inch, every flutter of her walls. The ties held her open, helpless, tits bouncing with every deep grind.
Minutes bled into hours. Midnight came and went. He untied her, flipped her, took her from behind—hands gripping her hips, cock spearing deep. She came with a sob, squirting down his balls. He kept going. Missionary again—legs over his shoulders, pussy stretched wide. Another orgasm, then another, until she was a trembling, sobbing mess.
At 3:17 a.m. he pulled out, painted her tits and belly in thick ropes, then slid back in—fucking his own cum deeper. At 4:45 a.m. he carried her to the shower, pressed her against the tiles, and took her standing—water cascading, her legs wrapped around his waist, pussy clenching through one final, shattering climax.
They ended where they began—on the couch, her riding him slow, tears and sweat mixing on her cheeks. Dawn crept closer. Rajesh's key would turn in the lock in ninety minutes.
Priya ground down, took him to the root, and whispered against his lips:
"Every night he's gone again, beta… I'll be waiting. Door unlocked. Pussy wet. Yours."
Arjun came with a broken groan—cock pulsing, flooding her one last time. She kissed him through it, milking every drop, memorizing the weight of him inside her.
At 5:55 a.m. they dressed in silence. Sheets in the wash. Surfaces wiped. The flat pristine.
Rajesh walked in at 6:03, jet-lagged and smiling, oblivious to the faint scent of sex still clinging to the air. Priya hugged him, sindoor fresh, saree modest. Arjun took his suitcase, met her eyes over his father's shoulder.
Later that night, Rajesh snored beside her. Priya's phone buzzed under the pillow.
**Arjun:** *Next trip. Balcony. Midnight.*
She smiled into the dark, thighs already slick.
**The End… for now.**