20-11-2024, 04:43 PM
Qadir lay beneath the thin blanket, his bare chest visible where the fabric had slipped away. He wore only his innerwear, the simplicity of his attire doing nothing to dull the powerful presence he exuded even in sleep. As if sensing her nearness, he stirred, the subtle movement drawing her eyes to the strength of his form, outlined in the soft light.
Her fingers traced the edge of her saree, nervously tugging at the pleats. She had worn it for the evening without imagining it would lead her here, standing at the precipice of a decision that would change everything. Summoning her courage, Rashi stepped closer, her bare feet making no sound on the cool floor. She could feel her pulse in her fingertips, quickened by the forbidden allure of the moment and the man before her.
Qadir's eyes flickered open, meeting hers. There was no mistaking the intensity in his gaze; it mirrored the storm of emotions swirling within her. For a heartbeat, time seemed to stretch, their connection too strong to ignore. He sat up slowly, the blanket sliding away, revealing more of his toned frame. His movements were unhurried, as if inviting her to take in every detail.
“Rashi,” he murmured, his voice rough and heavy with meaning. The sound sent a shiver through her, and she drew in a sharp breath. The air between them was charged, suffused with everything unspoken. She felt exposed—not just in her attire but in the raw vulnerability of her desires.
She took another step forward, the maroon fabric of her saree whispering against her skin. Their proximity ignited a spark that had been waiting to catch fire, and Rashi knew there was no turning back. Her hands trembled as she reached out, brushing against his arm, her touch tentative but fueled by the pull that had drawn her to him. Qadir’s hand found hers, his touch firm yet gentle, as if anchoring them both in this heady moment of choice.
For Rashi, this was not just about forbidden desire but a desperate attempt to feel alive again, to rediscover the parts of herself she had locked away. Whatever lay beyond this moment was uncertain, but she chose to embrace the thrill of stepping into the unknown.
The silence between them stretched, heavy and charged. There were no words—none were needed. Qadir closed the small distance between them, and before Rashi could even catch her breath, his lips found hers. The kiss was fierce and consuming, igniting every suppressed desire and unraveling the restraint she had clung to for so long.
Rashi melted into him, her hands instinctively reaching up to entwine around his neck. The warmth of his body pressed against hers, and she felt the intensity of his need mirroring her own. The maroon saree slipped slightly, baring more of her shoulder as his fingers traced the smooth skin along her back. Every touch, every caress, spoke volumes, conveying all the emotions neither of them dared to voice aloud.
Their kisses deepened, fueled by longing and the weight of everything that had brought them to this moment. Qadir’s hands moved with purpose, exploring the curve of her waist, the soft fabric of her saree yielding beneath his touch. He pulled her closer, their bodies fitting together as if they had been made for this collision. Rashi’s pulse pounded in her ears, drowning out any doubts or hesitations.
Her fingers explored the contours of his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her palm. The heat between them grew, an undeniable force that swept away reason and hesitation. Every kiss, every touch, felt like a reclamation of something lost—a spark of passion that had been dormant for too long.
Rashi tilted her head back, breathless as Qadir’s lips traveled along her jawline and down the curve of her neck. The sensation sent a thrill coursing through her, and she let herself get lost in the moment—the taste of his lips, the strength of his embrace, and the overwhelming rush of feeling truly seen and desired again.
Rashi’s hands roamed across Qadir’s body, feeling the taut muscles beneath her fingertips, tracing the contours of his well-built frame. Every touch deepened her awareness of him, heightening the connection between them. She let herself explore the strength in his shoulders, the warmth of his skin, and the tension that coiled beneath it. It felt like an unspoken promise—one that neither could ignore.
Qadir’s breath hitched as she pressed closer, and he responded in kind. His hands moved with a firm but gentle purpose, caressing the curves of her back and waist, then trailing along the bare skin revealed by the deep cut of her blouse. The maroon saree she wore clung to her, enhancing every movement, every subtle shift, and his fingers traced its edges, savoring the contrast between silk and skin.
Their breaths mingled, fast and shallow, as they surrendered to the moment. Qadir’s touch left a path of warmth in its wake, and Rashi’s own need matched his. The air around them felt charged, and she arched into his embrace, seeking more of the closeness that she had long been denied. In this shared heat, they found solace, their touch speaking of longing, desire, and the thrill of rediscovering what it meant to truly connect with someone.
There was no room for doubt, no time for regret—only the raw, powerful connection that bound them together in this stolen moment.
Qadir's voice was a soft command, the weight of it sending a shiver down Rashi's spine. "Raise yourself," he said, his tone low and purposeful. She obeyed without hesitation, lifting herself slightly as he began to carefully unwind the saree from around her body. The fabric slipped off her, pooling around her waist, leaving her clad only in her blouse and petticoat. Rashi’s heart raced, her pulse quickening as the cool air brushed against her exposed skin, heightening the sense of vulnerability and anticipation that surged between them.
She remained lying on the bed, not needing to rise, her body still pressed against the softness of the sheets as Qadir’s hands lingered, tracing the delicate lines of her figure. The silence between them was heavy with desire, each movement slow and deliberate. Rashi could feel the heat radiating from him, the anticipation building with every passing second, as they both teetered on the edge of something both thrilling and inevitable.
Qadir’s hands gently cupped Rashi’s shoulders, guiding her to roll over onto her stomach. As she shifted, her blouse shifted with her, revealing the smooth expanse of her fair back, the delicate strings of her blouse barely holding it together. Her breath hitched at the feeling of his fingers brushing lightly against her skin, sending ripples of sensation across her body.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. His fingers grazed the slender line of her back, making her shiver under his touch. Slowly, with a steady hand, he reached for the strings of her blouse, his fingers expertly undoing them one by one. "Let me see you completely, Rashi," he murmured, the command laced with a mixture of anticipation and tenderness.
Rashi’s pulse quickened as the fabric loosened, the cool air touching her bare skin where her blouse had once been. She didn't resist, instead, surrendering to the moment as her body arched slightly beneath his touch. "You don’t have to do this," she whispered, her voice barely audible, though the tremor in it betrayed her.
But Qadir’s response was simply a soft kiss pressed to the back of her neck as his hands continued their exploration. "I want to," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. "I need to." The tension between them was palpable, their desire a shared force that neither could escape.
Qadir moved with deliberate slowness, carefully sliding the blouse from Rashi’s body and setting it aside. His hands then began their exploration, tracing the smooth curve of her back with tender yet purposeful fingers. Every inch of her skin he touched seemed to ignite a deeper hunger in him, and he marveled at the softness of her body beneath his touch. Rashi's breath quickened with each passing moment, her body trembling slightly under his gentle yet insistent caresses.
He continued to roam his fingers along her spine, dipping them into the small of her back, then following the lines of her curves. Each motion was like a silent conversation between them, his hands speaking of what words could not express. “You’re perfect,” he whispered, his voice husky, barely audible. Rashi shivered at the sound of his praise, her body arching involuntarily under his touch, craving more of the sensation as his fingers danced along the contours of her back. She was both aware of the intimacy of the moment and the intense connection they were sharing, and in that vulnerable position, she felt a rush of emotion and desire that left her breathless.
Rashi’s body reacted instinctively, her hips lifting slightly off the bed, a silent and unmistakable invitation. Her back arched, exposing more of her skin to Qadir’s touch, and her breath hitched in anticipation. The subtle movement wasn’t just physical—it was an unspoken plea, a shift in her resolve that let him know exactly what she wanted in that moment.
Qadir’s gaze darkened as he took in the way she presented herself to him. The urgency in her movements stirred something primal within him, and without a word, he leaned forward, his hands sliding down her back to her waist, drawing her closer. “You want this,” he murmured softly, his voice low and filled with intent. Rashi’s only response was a soft, breathless exhale, her body pressing back against him as if begging for more. She didn’t need to say anything—her actions had already spoken volumes.
As Rashi’s body trembled with need, Qadir’s hands moved with deliberate intent, brushing against the delicate fabric of her petticoat. Slowly, he slid his fingers down, easing the fabric away from her hips. The soft material pooled around her legs, leaving her completely exposed to him. Rashi’s breath quickened as the cool air met her bare skin, heightening the intensity of the moment.
Qadir paused for a moment, his gaze lingering over her, taking in the way she lay before him, vulnerable yet confident in her own desire. “So beautiful,” he murmured, his voice rough as he continued to caress her, letting his hands travel across her smooth skin, feeling the heat that radiated from her. Rashi responded by arching her back again, offering herself to him fully, her body silently pleading for the next step, for the intimacy that was now inevitable between them.
He let his fingers glide along the smooth expanse of her bare back, tracing the gentle curve of her spine with a deliberate slowness that sent shivers coursing through her body. Each touch was both tender and possessive, igniting a warmth that seemed to radiate from her very core.
With a careful tenderness, he slid his arms around her, lifting her slightly as his fingers moved to the edges of her blouse. His touch was steady, unhurried, as he eased the fabric away from her shoulders, revealing the soft curves beneath. The blouse slipped from her frame, leaving only her bra to shield her, the cool air brushing against her skin and amplifying the tension between them. His gaze lingered, filled with admiration and desire, as she trembled under the weight of the moment.
He gently guided her to turn, his hands firm yet tender as he positioned her to face him. His eyes traveled over her, pausing at the sight of her face, flushed with emotion, and the fullness of her cleavage, accentuated by the delicate fabric of her bra. His gaze was intense, filled with admiration and desire, as if memorizing every curve and expression. “You’re stunning,” he murmured, his voice low, the words a reverent acknowledgment of her beauty.
He clasped both her wrists gently but firmly, raising her hands above her head and pinning them there with one strong hand. The dominance in his gesture was tempered by the care in his touch. Leaning closer, his lips hovered just a breath away from hers, his warm breath mingling with hers.
His voice was deep and deliberate as he whispered, “I’ll awaken the woman inside you—the one you’ve hidden for far too long.”
The intensity of his words sent a shiver through her, her pulse quickening as his gaze locked onto hers, promising everything she didn’t know she craved.
With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he leaned down, capturing the edge of her bra gently between his teeth. His movements were slow, deliberate, as he pulled at the fabric, letting it slide slightly downward. The intimate gesture sent a surge of heat through her, her breath hitching in response.
He paused, his lips brushing against her skin as the fabric gave way, his eyes meeting hers with a smoldering intensity that left no doubt about his intentions. The mix of playfulness and desire in his actions made her pulse race, her body responding to the unspoken promise in his gaze.
He lowered his lips to her neck, pressing soft, lingering kisses against her warm skin. Each touch sent waves of heat coursing through her body. Slowly, he traced a path upward, his lips brushing along the curve of her neck until they found her earlobe. He paused there, teasing it gently between his lips before exhaling a whisper that made her shiver.
His mouth continued its deliberate journey downward, grazing over her collarbone, his movements unhurried and deliberate. Finally, he stopped at the edge of her bra, just above her breasts, his lips hovering over the delicate fabric as his hand lightly traced the curve of her waist. The tension was palpable, every touch and kiss speaking volumes of the desire building between them.
He leaned closer, his teeth lightly catching the delicate chain of her mangalsutra. With a mix of playfulness and raw intensity, he let it slide from his lips, placing it gently beside her neck on the pillow, a symbolic gesture that left her breathless.
Without breaking eye contact, he shifted lower, his lips grazing the edge of her bra. Catching the fabric between his teeth, he pulled it down ever so slowly, the deliberate motion heightening the anticipation. The cool air brushed against her exposed skin, and the fire in his gaze told her he was savoring every moment, every inch of her.
As the fabric slipped away, her nipples, already firm with anticipation, came into view. His gaze lingered, filled with raw admiration and desire as he took in the sight of her full, rounded breasts. The hunger in his eyes was unmistakable, yet tempered by a reverence that made her breath hitch.
"You’re breathtaking," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion, his eyes meeting hers for a moment before returning to the captivating view before him. His hand brushed lightly against her skin, the warmth of his touch adding to the fire.
He carefully undid the remaining hooks, his hands steady and deliberate, until the bra fell away, leaving her bare against him. He then placed his large palms on the soft expanse of her back, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver through her. He pressed his lips softly against her neck, trailing gentle, lingering kisses as he slowly descended along her spine. Each kiss was a tender exploration, a quiet reverence for the warmth of her skin. He moved down her bare back, his lips brushing across the smoothness of her soft skin, savoring every inch as he made his way to the edge of her panties.
He leaned closer, his teeth grazing the edge of her panties with a teasing precision. Slowly, he pulled them down, the fabric slipping over her smooth hips, revealing the soft curve of her body. His eyes lingered on the sight before him, a mix of admiration and desire burning in his gaze.
Once the panties reached her ankles, he let them fall, leaving them for her to remove completely. The air was thick with tension as she delicately slid them off, her body trembling slightly with anticipation. Rashi’s body writhed with excitement, each movement filled with anticipation and desire. He took in the sight before him, unable to look away from the beauty that lay before him. Her fair, smooth back was like silk beneath his gaze, the curve of her full hips drawing him in. Her thighs, strong and shapely, only added to her allure, and her legs, long and graceful, seemed to hold a quiet power. Every inch of her was captivating, and the hunger in his eyes reflected how completely she had consumed his thoughts. Qadir slowly removed his pajama, his movements deliberate and controlled, his eyes never leaving hers. Once he was fully bare, he hovered over her, the heat of his body drawing closer. He leaned in, his lips brushing softly against the sensitive skin of her neck, planting tender kisses that sent ripples of sensation through her.
He turned her around and had a look at her breasts. They were large and full, perfectly shaped with pert, pink nipples. She felt a warm tingle rush through her body as his hand came up to cup one of her breasts, his fingers teasing the sensitive nipple. He bent his head down, his tongue darting out to lick the taut bud, his warm breath causing her to gasp softly. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as he continued to caress her. He flicked her nipple with his tongue before taking it into his mouth, sucking and teasing the sensitive flesh. Rashi could feel the tension building inside her, her body aching for his touch.
His mouth moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention, his hand moving lower, caressing her smooth stomach and then her thighs. His fingers brushed against the sensitive skin, making her squirm with pleasure. He continued his gentle exploration, his fingertips gliding across her skin, igniting sparks of electricity wherever they touched.
He shifted lower, his tongue licking a slow, wet trail along her inner thigh, his hands moving to cup her buttocks. He pulled her closer, his breath hot against her skin, his lips ghosting over the crease where her thigh met her pelvis. Rashi could feel her arousal building, her heart pounding in her chest, her body trembling with anticipation.
She moaned softly as his tongue dipped into her folds, tasting her. Her fingers gripped his hair, pulling him closer, her back arching as his tongue explored her most intimate place. His hands caressed her hips and thighs, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on her skin. He continued his gentle, sensual exploration, his tongue delving deeper, coaxing soft gasps from her lips. Her body writhed with pleasure, her mind hazy with desire.
He asked "You want to taste me?"
"Yes" she said.
Her fingers traced the edge of her saree, nervously tugging at the pleats. She had worn it for the evening without imagining it would lead her here, standing at the precipice of a decision that would change everything. Summoning her courage, Rashi stepped closer, her bare feet making no sound on the cool floor. She could feel her pulse in her fingertips, quickened by the forbidden allure of the moment and the man before her.
Qadir's eyes flickered open, meeting hers. There was no mistaking the intensity in his gaze; it mirrored the storm of emotions swirling within her. For a heartbeat, time seemed to stretch, their connection too strong to ignore. He sat up slowly, the blanket sliding away, revealing more of his toned frame. His movements were unhurried, as if inviting her to take in every detail.
“Rashi,” he murmured, his voice rough and heavy with meaning. The sound sent a shiver through her, and she drew in a sharp breath. The air between them was charged, suffused with everything unspoken. She felt exposed—not just in her attire but in the raw vulnerability of her desires.
She took another step forward, the maroon fabric of her saree whispering against her skin. Their proximity ignited a spark that had been waiting to catch fire, and Rashi knew there was no turning back. Her hands trembled as she reached out, brushing against his arm, her touch tentative but fueled by the pull that had drawn her to him. Qadir’s hand found hers, his touch firm yet gentle, as if anchoring them both in this heady moment of choice.
For Rashi, this was not just about forbidden desire but a desperate attempt to feel alive again, to rediscover the parts of herself she had locked away. Whatever lay beyond this moment was uncertain, but she chose to embrace the thrill of stepping into the unknown.
The silence between them stretched, heavy and charged. There were no words—none were needed. Qadir closed the small distance between them, and before Rashi could even catch her breath, his lips found hers. The kiss was fierce and consuming, igniting every suppressed desire and unraveling the restraint she had clung to for so long.
Rashi melted into him, her hands instinctively reaching up to entwine around his neck. The warmth of his body pressed against hers, and she felt the intensity of his need mirroring her own. The maroon saree slipped slightly, baring more of her shoulder as his fingers traced the smooth skin along her back. Every touch, every caress, spoke volumes, conveying all the emotions neither of them dared to voice aloud.
Their kisses deepened, fueled by longing and the weight of everything that had brought them to this moment. Qadir’s hands moved with purpose, exploring the curve of her waist, the soft fabric of her saree yielding beneath his touch. He pulled her closer, their bodies fitting together as if they had been made for this collision. Rashi’s pulse pounded in her ears, drowning out any doubts or hesitations.
Her fingers explored the contours of his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her palm. The heat between them grew, an undeniable force that swept away reason and hesitation. Every kiss, every touch, felt like a reclamation of something lost—a spark of passion that had been dormant for too long.
Rashi tilted her head back, breathless as Qadir’s lips traveled along her jawline and down the curve of her neck. The sensation sent a thrill coursing through her, and she let herself get lost in the moment—the taste of his lips, the strength of his embrace, and the overwhelming rush of feeling truly seen and desired again.
Rashi’s hands roamed across Qadir’s body, feeling the taut muscles beneath her fingertips, tracing the contours of his well-built frame. Every touch deepened her awareness of him, heightening the connection between them. She let herself explore the strength in his shoulders, the warmth of his skin, and the tension that coiled beneath it. It felt like an unspoken promise—one that neither could ignore.
Qadir’s breath hitched as she pressed closer, and he responded in kind. His hands moved with a firm but gentle purpose, caressing the curves of her back and waist, then trailing along the bare skin revealed by the deep cut of her blouse. The maroon saree she wore clung to her, enhancing every movement, every subtle shift, and his fingers traced its edges, savoring the contrast between silk and skin.
Their breaths mingled, fast and shallow, as they surrendered to the moment. Qadir’s touch left a path of warmth in its wake, and Rashi’s own need matched his. The air around them felt charged, and she arched into his embrace, seeking more of the closeness that she had long been denied. In this shared heat, they found solace, their touch speaking of longing, desire, and the thrill of rediscovering what it meant to truly connect with someone.
There was no room for doubt, no time for regret—only the raw, powerful connection that bound them together in this stolen moment.
Qadir's voice was a soft command, the weight of it sending a shiver down Rashi's spine. "Raise yourself," he said, his tone low and purposeful. She obeyed without hesitation, lifting herself slightly as he began to carefully unwind the saree from around her body. The fabric slipped off her, pooling around her waist, leaving her clad only in her blouse and petticoat. Rashi’s heart raced, her pulse quickening as the cool air brushed against her exposed skin, heightening the sense of vulnerability and anticipation that surged between them.
She remained lying on the bed, not needing to rise, her body still pressed against the softness of the sheets as Qadir’s hands lingered, tracing the delicate lines of her figure. The silence between them was heavy with desire, each movement slow and deliberate. Rashi could feel the heat radiating from him, the anticipation building with every passing second, as they both teetered on the edge of something both thrilling and inevitable.
Qadir’s hands gently cupped Rashi’s shoulders, guiding her to roll over onto her stomach. As she shifted, her blouse shifted with her, revealing the smooth expanse of her fair back, the delicate strings of her blouse barely holding it together. Her breath hitched at the feeling of his fingers brushing lightly against her skin, sending ripples of sensation across her body.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. His fingers grazed the slender line of her back, making her shiver under his touch. Slowly, with a steady hand, he reached for the strings of her blouse, his fingers expertly undoing them one by one. "Let me see you completely, Rashi," he murmured, the command laced with a mixture of anticipation and tenderness.
Rashi’s pulse quickened as the fabric loosened, the cool air touching her bare skin where her blouse had once been. She didn't resist, instead, surrendering to the moment as her body arched slightly beneath his touch. "You don’t have to do this," she whispered, her voice barely audible, though the tremor in it betrayed her.
But Qadir’s response was simply a soft kiss pressed to the back of her neck as his hands continued their exploration. "I want to," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. "I need to." The tension between them was palpable, their desire a shared force that neither could escape.
Qadir moved with deliberate slowness, carefully sliding the blouse from Rashi’s body and setting it aside. His hands then began their exploration, tracing the smooth curve of her back with tender yet purposeful fingers. Every inch of her skin he touched seemed to ignite a deeper hunger in him, and he marveled at the softness of her body beneath his touch. Rashi's breath quickened with each passing moment, her body trembling slightly under his gentle yet insistent caresses.
He continued to roam his fingers along her spine, dipping them into the small of her back, then following the lines of her curves. Each motion was like a silent conversation between them, his hands speaking of what words could not express. “You’re perfect,” he whispered, his voice husky, barely audible. Rashi shivered at the sound of his praise, her body arching involuntarily under his touch, craving more of the sensation as his fingers danced along the contours of her back. She was both aware of the intimacy of the moment and the intense connection they were sharing, and in that vulnerable position, she felt a rush of emotion and desire that left her breathless.
Rashi’s body reacted instinctively, her hips lifting slightly off the bed, a silent and unmistakable invitation. Her back arched, exposing more of her skin to Qadir’s touch, and her breath hitched in anticipation. The subtle movement wasn’t just physical—it was an unspoken plea, a shift in her resolve that let him know exactly what she wanted in that moment.
Qadir’s gaze darkened as he took in the way she presented herself to him. The urgency in her movements stirred something primal within him, and without a word, he leaned forward, his hands sliding down her back to her waist, drawing her closer. “You want this,” he murmured softly, his voice low and filled with intent. Rashi’s only response was a soft, breathless exhale, her body pressing back against him as if begging for more. She didn’t need to say anything—her actions had already spoken volumes.
As Rashi’s body trembled with need, Qadir’s hands moved with deliberate intent, brushing against the delicate fabric of her petticoat. Slowly, he slid his fingers down, easing the fabric away from her hips. The soft material pooled around her legs, leaving her completely exposed to him. Rashi’s breath quickened as the cool air met her bare skin, heightening the intensity of the moment.
Qadir paused for a moment, his gaze lingering over her, taking in the way she lay before him, vulnerable yet confident in her own desire. “So beautiful,” he murmured, his voice rough as he continued to caress her, letting his hands travel across her smooth skin, feeling the heat that radiated from her. Rashi responded by arching her back again, offering herself to him fully, her body silently pleading for the next step, for the intimacy that was now inevitable between them.
He let his fingers glide along the smooth expanse of her bare back, tracing the gentle curve of her spine with a deliberate slowness that sent shivers coursing through her body. Each touch was both tender and possessive, igniting a warmth that seemed to radiate from her very core.
With a careful tenderness, he slid his arms around her, lifting her slightly as his fingers moved to the edges of her blouse. His touch was steady, unhurried, as he eased the fabric away from her shoulders, revealing the soft curves beneath. The blouse slipped from her frame, leaving only her bra to shield her, the cool air brushing against her skin and amplifying the tension between them. His gaze lingered, filled with admiration and desire, as she trembled under the weight of the moment.
He gently guided her to turn, his hands firm yet tender as he positioned her to face him. His eyes traveled over her, pausing at the sight of her face, flushed with emotion, and the fullness of her cleavage, accentuated by the delicate fabric of her bra. His gaze was intense, filled with admiration and desire, as if memorizing every curve and expression. “You’re stunning,” he murmured, his voice low, the words a reverent acknowledgment of her beauty.
He clasped both her wrists gently but firmly, raising her hands above her head and pinning them there with one strong hand. The dominance in his gesture was tempered by the care in his touch. Leaning closer, his lips hovered just a breath away from hers, his warm breath mingling with hers.
His voice was deep and deliberate as he whispered, “I’ll awaken the woman inside you—the one you’ve hidden for far too long.”
The intensity of his words sent a shiver through her, her pulse quickening as his gaze locked onto hers, promising everything she didn’t know she craved.
With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he leaned down, capturing the edge of her bra gently between his teeth. His movements were slow, deliberate, as he pulled at the fabric, letting it slide slightly downward. The intimate gesture sent a surge of heat through her, her breath hitching in response.
He paused, his lips brushing against her skin as the fabric gave way, his eyes meeting hers with a smoldering intensity that left no doubt about his intentions. The mix of playfulness and desire in his actions made her pulse race, her body responding to the unspoken promise in his gaze.
He lowered his lips to her neck, pressing soft, lingering kisses against her warm skin. Each touch sent waves of heat coursing through her body. Slowly, he traced a path upward, his lips brushing along the curve of her neck until they found her earlobe. He paused there, teasing it gently between his lips before exhaling a whisper that made her shiver.
His mouth continued its deliberate journey downward, grazing over her collarbone, his movements unhurried and deliberate. Finally, he stopped at the edge of her bra, just above her breasts, his lips hovering over the delicate fabric as his hand lightly traced the curve of her waist. The tension was palpable, every touch and kiss speaking volumes of the desire building between them.
He leaned closer, his teeth lightly catching the delicate chain of her mangalsutra. With a mix of playfulness and raw intensity, he let it slide from his lips, placing it gently beside her neck on the pillow, a symbolic gesture that left her breathless.
Without breaking eye contact, he shifted lower, his lips grazing the edge of her bra. Catching the fabric between his teeth, he pulled it down ever so slowly, the deliberate motion heightening the anticipation. The cool air brushed against her exposed skin, and the fire in his gaze told her he was savoring every moment, every inch of her.
As the fabric slipped away, her nipples, already firm with anticipation, came into view. His gaze lingered, filled with raw admiration and desire as he took in the sight of her full, rounded breasts. The hunger in his eyes was unmistakable, yet tempered by a reverence that made her breath hitch.
"You’re breathtaking," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion, his eyes meeting hers for a moment before returning to the captivating view before him. His hand brushed lightly against her skin, the warmth of his touch adding to the fire.
He carefully undid the remaining hooks, his hands steady and deliberate, until the bra fell away, leaving her bare against him. He then placed his large palms on the soft expanse of her back, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver through her. He pressed his lips softly against her neck, trailing gentle, lingering kisses as he slowly descended along her spine. Each kiss was a tender exploration, a quiet reverence for the warmth of her skin. He moved down her bare back, his lips brushing across the smoothness of her soft skin, savoring every inch as he made his way to the edge of her panties.
He leaned closer, his teeth grazing the edge of her panties with a teasing precision. Slowly, he pulled them down, the fabric slipping over her smooth hips, revealing the soft curve of her body. His eyes lingered on the sight before him, a mix of admiration and desire burning in his gaze.
Once the panties reached her ankles, he let them fall, leaving them for her to remove completely. The air was thick with tension as she delicately slid them off, her body trembling slightly with anticipation. Rashi’s body writhed with excitement, each movement filled with anticipation and desire. He took in the sight before him, unable to look away from the beauty that lay before him. Her fair, smooth back was like silk beneath his gaze, the curve of her full hips drawing him in. Her thighs, strong and shapely, only added to her allure, and her legs, long and graceful, seemed to hold a quiet power. Every inch of her was captivating, and the hunger in his eyes reflected how completely she had consumed his thoughts. Qadir slowly removed his pajama, his movements deliberate and controlled, his eyes never leaving hers. Once he was fully bare, he hovered over her, the heat of his body drawing closer. He leaned in, his lips brushing softly against the sensitive skin of her neck, planting tender kisses that sent ripples of sensation through her.
He turned her around and had a look at her breasts. They were large and full, perfectly shaped with pert, pink nipples. She felt a warm tingle rush through her body as his hand came up to cup one of her breasts, his fingers teasing the sensitive nipple. He bent his head down, his tongue darting out to lick the taut bud, his warm breath causing her to gasp softly. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as he continued to caress her. He flicked her nipple with his tongue before taking it into his mouth, sucking and teasing the sensitive flesh. Rashi could feel the tension building inside her, her body aching for his touch.
His mouth moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention, his hand moving lower, caressing her smooth stomach and then her thighs. His fingers brushed against the sensitive skin, making her squirm with pleasure. He continued his gentle exploration, his fingertips gliding across her skin, igniting sparks of electricity wherever they touched.
He shifted lower, his tongue licking a slow, wet trail along her inner thigh, his hands moving to cup her buttocks. He pulled her closer, his breath hot against her skin, his lips ghosting over the crease where her thigh met her pelvis. Rashi could feel her arousal building, her heart pounding in her chest, her body trembling with anticipation.
She moaned softly as his tongue dipped into her folds, tasting her. Her fingers gripped his hair, pulling him closer, her back arching as his tongue explored her most intimate place. His hands caressed her hips and thighs, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on her skin. He continued his gentle, sensual exploration, his tongue delving deeper, coaxing soft gasps from her lips. Her body writhed with pleasure, her mind hazy with desire.
He asked "You want to taste me?"
"Yes" she said.
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