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He stood, rinsed both of them, and wrapped her in a towel. They did not go back to the bed immediately. He sat on the closed toilet lid and pulled her into his lap, her back to his chest, and just held her while the rain grew heavier outside. His cock was still hard against the cleft of her ass. Every few minutes he would roll his hips once, a reminder, nothing more. When they returned to the bedroom the sheets were cool. He laid her on her stomach and started at her feet. He had a small bottle of coconut oil in the drawer. He warmed it in his palms and worked it into her calves, the backs of her knees, the heavy muscle of her thighs. When he reached the curve of her ass he used more oil and took his time, thumbs pressing into the crease, spreading her just enough to look, then closing her again. He oiled the small of her back, her shoulders, the nape of her neck. By the time he told her to turn over she was pliant and flushed. He oiled her front the same way. Breasts first, paying attention to the undersides and the nipples that were still tender. Then her stomach. Then he parted her legs and oiled the insides of her thighs, his fingers sliding through her folds, adding the oil to the wetness already there. He did not enter her. He just kept stroking, two fingers on either side of her clit, until she was moving against his hand and asking him, voice gone low, to put it in. He did. This time he stayed on his knees, her legs over his shoulders, and watched himself disappear into her. The oil and her own wetness made the slide filthy and easy. He fucked her like that until her third orgasm of the night rolled through her, longer than the others, her mouth open and silent. Only then did he let himself go. He dropped forward, buried his face in her neck, and came inside her with a groan that sounded like it had been held for weeks. They lay still for a long time after. Rain continued on the balcony. Somewhere a two-wheeler went past on the wet road. Aditya’s hand rested on her stomach, possessive and quiet. Later, much later, when the rain had slowed to a drizzle, he woke her by kissing down her spine. They did not speak. He turned her onto her side, lifted her top leg, and entered her from behind, one arm around her waist, the other hand between her legs, two fingers on her clit. It was slower than before, almost lazy, the kind of fucking that happens when two people have already taken the edge off and now want to stay joined. He talked less. He just breathed against her neck and moved inside her until she came one last time, smaller, almost private, and he followed a minute after. In the morning the workshop felt like something that belonged to a different woman. Kavya sat in the back row of the hall in Indiranagar and crossed her legs carefully. She was still sore in the best way. Every time she shifted she felt the faint ache and the memory of his mouth and the oil and the way he had looked at her on the kitchen counter. At lunch she stepped outside and messaged him. *I can still feel you.* He replied within a minute. *Good. Don’t wash it off. I want you smelling like last night when you come back.* She went back to the session with her thighs pressed together and a slow heat already starting again low in her belly. The city outside continued its ordinary Thursday: autos, filter coffee, the smell of rain that had not quite finished. Inside her the night was still happening, scene after scene, none of them finished.