10-11-2024, 01:01 PM
Maya’s breath hitched, her eyes fierce yet vulnerable as she locked onto his. “I want it raw, Arjun,” she whispered, her voice thick with desire and need. “No holding back. I want everything, every bit of you, the way I’ve dreamed… Don’t treat me like I’m fragile. Show me what it means to be yours.” She leaned up, her lips brushing his ear, her voice barely a murmur. “Give me what I begged for. Make me yours completely. No holding back.”
The fire in her words sent a thrill through him, a permission he’d been holding back from but no longer needed.
As he moved slowly, he felt her body tense, her breath catching as her body adjusted. Pausing just briefly, he whispered, “This is what you wanted, Maya… no turning back now.” His hands gripped her firmly, grounding her, and then with a steady, deliberate motion, he pushed forward, feeling the resistance that marked her innocence.
She gasped, her face a mixture of pain and exhilaration, the weight of her choice washing over her. But Maya held his gaze, determination in her eyes. The promise she'd given him, to be his entirely, resonated between them. With one swift, resolute thrust, he breached the last barrier, fully claiming her in a way she’d yearned for but hadn’t dared to admit aloud.
He pushed deeper, not slowing his pace, even as her hands gripped him, her body tensing from the overwhelming sensation. She gasped, her voice breathy with both pain and a raw desire she couldn’t hide. “Ahhh… Ya ,.', I can’t… it hurts… but don’t stop, Arjun,” she murmured, her voice a mix of pleading and resolve.
A faint smile played on his lips, but he didn’t falter. He knew that stopping now would only deepen her frustration, would only leave her longing for more. He leaned in, his voice steady but intense, “This is what you wanted, Maya. No turning back now.”
As he felt her legs lock tightly around him, Arjun paused, momentarily surprised by her resolve. The intensity in her eyes made it clear—she didn’t want the teasing or the waiting any longer. Her voice was a breathy whisper as she pleaded, “No more games, Arjun. Just… take me. I need this.”
With a final glance, he gave her a slow, approving nod and tightened his hold on her. Without hesitation, he began to move in earnest, his rhythm steady and unrelenting. Each thrust was filled with purpose, meeting her need, pushing her to the edge she’d craved. The room filled with their shared breaths, and she held him close, feeling every inch, every sensation, overcome by the release of all the longing they'd held back for so long.
With every deep thrust, Maya's body reacted instinctively, torn between the sharp sting of her first time and the undeniable desire that had been building up for so long. Her breath hitched, and she let out a series of soft cries, but her words painted a different picture entirely.
“Don’t… don’t stop,” she gasped, clutching onto him, her hands pressing into his back as if grounding herself through the intensity of the moment. “I wanted this… I needed this. Just like this.”
Arjun’s gaze stayed locked on her, a mixture of control and satisfaction flickering in his eyes. He kept his rhythm, unrelenting yet attentive, knowing exactly how much she wanted him to take her like this, to let her surrender completely to the passion they’d both suppressed for so long.
Maya’s voice, breathless and raw, trembled as she let the words tumble out, her need fueling every syllable. “Yes… just like that,” she whispered, her hands clutching tighter around his shoulders. “This is what I wanted… to be yours like this, to be used exactly how you want me.” Her cheeks flushed, but her gaze stayed steady, determined, urging him on.
Arjun’s expression shifted, encouraged by her words. He responded with deeper, more intense thrusts, driving into her as she continued to murmur words that shed the last of her composure.
“Take me,” she gasped, a look of fierce vulnerability in her eyes. “Make me everything you’ve wanted, like I’m… like I’m yours entirely.”
The intensity of her voice only drove him further, each phrase stoking the fire between them.
Their movements grew more intense, a rhythm that was matched by the sounds that filled the room — the slap of skin meeting skin, her gasping breaths mingling with his deeper groans. Her nails dug into his back, and she could feel his strength pressing her down, his body a relentless force against hers. Every thrust seemed to echo through her, making her tremble as her body gave in to his rhythm.
Arjun’s hands gripped her hips, pulling her against him with each movement, his own breaths quickening, adding to the heady energy between them. The slick warmth of their skin, the weight of his body moving over her, the relentless pace — all of it combined to drown out everything else, leaving them lost in each other, entirely absorbed in the moment.
The fire in her words sent a thrill through him, a permission he’d been holding back from but no longer needed.
As he moved slowly, he felt her body tense, her breath catching as her body adjusted. Pausing just briefly, he whispered, “This is what you wanted, Maya… no turning back now.” His hands gripped her firmly, grounding her, and then with a steady, deliberate motion, he pushed forward, feeling the resistance that marked her innocence.
She gasped, her face a mixture of pain and exhilaration, the weight of her choice washing over her. But Maya held his gaze, determination in her eyes. The promise she'd given him, to be his entirely, resonated between them. With one swift, resolute thrust, he breached the last barrier, fully claiming her in a way she’d yearned for but hadn’t dared to admit aloud.
He pushed deeper, not slowing his pace, even as her hands gripped him, her body tensing from the overwhelming sensation. She gasped, her voice breathy with both pain and a raw desire she couldn’t hide. “Ahhh… Ya ,.', I can’t… it hurts… but don’t stop, Arjun,” she murmured, her voice a mix of pleading and resolve.
A faint smile played on his lips, but he didn’t falter. He knew that stopping now would only deepen her frustration, would only leave her longing for more. He leaned in, his voice steady but intense, “This is what you wanted, Maya. No turning back now.”
As he felt her legs lock tightly around him, Arjun paused, momentarily surprised by her resolve. The intensity in her eyes made it clear—she didn’t want the teasing or the waiting any longer. Her voice was a breathy whisper as she pleaded, “No more games, Arjun. Just… take me. I need this.”
With a final glance, he gave her a slow, approving nod and tightened his hold on her. Without hesitation, he began to move in earnest, his rhythm steady and unrelenting. Each thrust was filled with purpose, meeting her need, pushing her to the edge she’d craved. The room filled with their shared breaths, and she held him close, feeling every inch, every sensation, overcome by the release of all the longing they'd held back for so long.
With every deep thrust, Maya's body reacted instinctively, torn between the sharp sting of her first time and the undeniable desire that had been building up for so long. Her breath hitched, and she let out a series of soft cries, but her words painted a different picture entirely.
“Don’t… don’t stop,” she gasped, clutching onto him, her hands pressing into his back as if grounding herself through the intensity of the moment. “I wanted this… I needed this. Just like this.”
Arjun’s gaze stayed locked on her, a mixture of control and satisfaction flickering in his eyes. He kept his rhythm, unrelenting yet attentive, knowing exactly how much she wanted him to take her like this, to let her surrender completely to the passion they’d both suppressed for so long.
Maya’s voice, breathless and raw, trembled as she let the words tumble out, her need fueling every syllable. “Yes… just like that,” she whispered, her hands clutching tighter around his shoulders. “This is what I wanted… to be yours like this, to be used exactly how you want me.” Her cheeks flushed, but her gaze stayed steady, determined, urging him on.
Arjun’s expression shifted, encouraged by her words. He responded with deeper, more intense thrusts, driving into her as she continued to murmur words that shed the last of her composure.
“Take me,” she gasped, a look of fierce vulnerability in her eyes. “Make me everything you’ve wanted, like I’m… like I’m yours entirely.”
The intensity of her voice only drove him further, each phrase stoking the fire between them.
Their movements grew more intense, a rhythm that was matched by the sounds that filled the room — the slap of skin meeting skin, her gasping breaths mingling with his deeper groans. Her nails dug into his back, and she could feel his strength pressing her down, his body a relentless force against hers. Every thrust seemed to echo through her, making her tremble as her body gave in to his rhythm.
Arjun’s hands gripped her hips, pulling her against him with each movement, his own breaths quickening, adding to the heady energy between them. The slick warmth of their skin, the weight of his body moving over her, the relentless pace — all of it combined to drown out everything else, leaving them lost in each other, entirely absorbed in the moment.
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