The bedroom was dim, the only light filtering through the heavy indigo curtains I had just drawn. The old desert cooler was humming loudly in the corner, spraying a fine, misty chill into the room. But as Mami stood there, her back to me, the coolness of the water did nothing to dampen the fire in my veins.
"Is it dark enough, Rohit?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper over the mechanical drone of the fan.
I didn't answer. I stepped closer, the scent of her perspiration mixed with jasmine hitting me like an intoxicant. Up close, the dampness of her cotton saree made it cling to her skin like a second layer, tracing every curve of her seasoned body. I could see the strap of her blouse straining against her shoulder.
My seven-inch reality was now a throbbing ache against my denim, demanding to be acknowledged. I reached out, my hand trembling slightly, and placed it on her waist. Her skin was electric—burning hot despite the cooler's mist.
Mami gasped, a sharp intake of breath that made her chest heave, the deep valley of her bosom glistening with moisture. She didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned back into me, her head resting on my shoulder.
"Rohit... your Mama will be back in two hours," she murmured, but her hands found mine, her fingers locking with mine.
"Two hours is a lifetime, Mami," I growled near her ear, my breath ragged.
I turned her around slowly. Her eyes were clouded with a hunger that matched my own—a thirst for the deep, salty lake that only a man of my strength could navigate. Without another word, I pulled her into a crushing embrace, my lips finding the sensitive curve of her neck.
The heat outside was forgotten. In the sanctuary of that darkened room, the predator had finally found his prey, and the seasoned lake was ready to be explored