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Rupesh pulled back from her, his lips shiny from what they’d just done, lit up by the moonlight. He was breathing hard, looking up at Arpita, who stood out against the dark sky. Slowly, he moved his hand up her wet, shaky skin—fingers touching up and down her puffy parts, one last soft rub before he stopped. The air between them felt heavy, full of things they weren’t saying. “I love you, Arpita,” he whispered, his voice quiet but serious, like he meant it more than anything. His dark eyes looked into hers, searching for something—maybe a sign she felt the same way.
Arpita stared down at him, her chest moving fast as she tried to catch her breath. Her skin was still warm from what he’d done, her body still shaking a bit from the pleasure. She couldn’t find words—her throat felt tight, her mind spinning with too many feelings. In that moment, as they locked eyes, she knew: she couldn’t fight this anymore. The walls she’d built, the promises she’d made, the family rules—they all broke under his touch, his voice, his love. She was lost to him, and it scared her, but it also felt right.
He stood up slow, like he wanted to enjoy every second of getting closer to her. His bare chest brushed her t-shirt, sending a little shiver through her. His hands found her breasts, holding them through the fabric—squeezing gently, like they were something special he didn’t want to let go of. “I love you, Arpita,” he said again, his voice soft but full of need. Then he leaned in—real slow—and kissed her, starting light, like he was testing things out. The warmth of his mouth made her shiver, a feeling that went down to her stomach.
His tongue traced her lips, tasting her like she was something sweet. She opened her mouth a bit, letting him in, and his tongue slipped inside—finding hers, moving in a slow, easy dance. Their tongues touched—careful at first, then stronger, moving together like they’d always known how. He tasted like her—like what they’d just done—and it sent a thrill through her, reminding her where his mouth had been. Her hands went around his neck, fingers in his hair, holding him close as the kiss got deeper, hotter.
His hands slid from her breasts, down her sides to her waist, then lower—resting on her butt. Through her shorts, still bunched at her ankles, he grabbed her, squeezing the soft skin like he owned it. He pulled her closer, their bodies pressing tight—her chest squished against his, his warmth seeping through her shirt, making her nipples hard. She leaned into him, a quiet moan slipping out, lost in his mouth. Their tongues tangled—slow, like they had all the time in the world. The night around them faded—the wind, the far-off sounds—leaving just their breathing, the little noises they made as they kissed.
With him, Arpita felt something new: a flutter in her chest, a warmth that wasn’t just about wanting him. Her husband never made her feel this—sex with him was dull, just going through the motions. But with Rupesh, it was different. It felt like being young again, like falling in love for the first time—her heart racing, her skin buzzing. The way he kissed her—slow, like he loved every second—made her feel special, wanted in a way that hit her heart. Her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him closer, kissing him harder as their tongues moved together, saying things they couldn’t speak.
They stood there, wrapped up in each other—her back against the railing, his body keeping her warm against the night air. His hands ran up and down her back, feeling her through the shirt, then down to her butt again, lifting her a little so she was on her toes. The way their bodies rubbed together—her chest against his, the slight push of his shorts against her leg—made the heat between them grow, but he didn’t try to go further. He was happy just kissing her, feeling her mouth on his, her breath mixing with his. The world felt small—just them, under the moon.
Time didn’t matter; minutes felt like forever as they explored each other’s mouths. He pulled back a bit, biting her lower lip softly, then licking it to make it better. She chased his mouth, not wanting to stop, and he kissed her again—taking her top lip between his, sucking gently, then kissing the side of her mouth, her jaw, the spot under her ear. His breath was warm on her neck, making her skin tingle. “Arpita…” he whispered, his voice rough with feeling, full of a need that matched the ache in her chest—a need not just for her body, but for all of her.
She turned her head, letting him kiss her neck—slow, with his mouth open, his tongue tasting her skin, feeling her pulse. Her hands moved down his back, nails scratching lightly, feeling his muscles tighten. He shivered, a quiet groan coming from his chest, and she smiled against his shoulder—liking that she could make him feel that way with just a touch. This was real romance—messy, passionate, something she’d never had before. With Rupesh, she felt alive, wanted, loved—and it scared her, but it also felt like home.
They kissed again, slower now—lips touching, tongues teasing, a back-and-forth that left them breathless. His hands held her face, thumbs rubbing her cheeks, like she was something precious. She leaned into him, her body soft against his, every part of her tuned to his warmth. The wind blew around them, cool on their skin, but they didn’t care—too caught up in each other, in this moment they’d stolen. She knew it was wrong, but in his arms, it felt right—like they belonged together. For the first time, she let herself feel it all—the kiss, the romance, the love growing between them, fragile but strong, something they couldn’t ignore.
Their lips parted for a second, foreheads touching, breaths mixing. His nose bumped hers, and she felt him smile against her mouth—just like she was smiling. “I’ve always loved you,” he said softly, his voice shaky with everything he’d held in for so long. Her heart squeezed, a sweet pain filling her chest, and she kissed him again—lightly, quickly, like sealing a promise. They stood there, rocking a little, bodies close, hands moving softly—hers on his back, his in her hair. The kiss faded, then started again—a loop of connection that felt like it could go on forever, like the night was holding them in place, letting them have this.
Rupesh loosened the hook of his shorts. They slid down his legs with a quiet rustle, pooling at his feet, leaving him bare before Arpita. She stood there, her breath catching as her eyes traced his body—his broad shoulders, the lean muscle of his chest, and lower, where his erection stood proud, hard, and unapologetic. He stepped closer, pulling her into a tight hug, their bodies crashing together like waves against the shore. His skin was warm, almost burning against hers, and as they kissed, she felt it—his cock pressing into her stomach, a firm, insistent reminder of his nakedness.
Her lips parted under his, their tongues tangling in a slow, hungry dance. She could taste the urgency in him, the way his breath hitched as he deepened the kiss. Her hands hesitated, trembling with a mix of nerves and longing. She wanted to touch him, to wrap her fingers around that throbbing heat she could feel against her, but something held her back—maybe the weight of what they were doing, the line they were about to cross. Instead, her hands slid down his back, finding the firm curve of his buttocks. She squeezed, her fingers digging into the taut muscle, and damn, it felt good—solid and strong, like he was built for this moment.
Rupesh groaned into her mouth, the sound vibrating through her, and it sparked something wild in him. His hands moved with purpose, sliding up her sides to cup her breasts through her t-shirt. He didn’t hold back—his fingers kneaded her flesh, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure, his thumbs brushing over her nipples until they hardened beneath the fabric. Arpita gasped, her body arching into his touch, excitement flooding her like a tidal wave. Every squeeze sent a jolt straight between her legs, her pussy clenching with need. Whatever hesitation she’d had? Gone. Burned away by the heat of his hands, the way he wanted her.
She pulled her hands from his ass, bold now, and wrapped them around his shaft. It was hot in her grip, pulsing with life, the skin silky smooth over the hardness beneath. She stroked him once, twice, feeling him twitch under her fingers, and Rupesh broke the kiss, his head tipping back just enough to watch her hands on his cock. His eyes were dark, almost black with desire, and when he looked at her, his voice came out rough, raw. “I love you,” he said, the words spilling out like a confession he couldn’t hold back. Then his lips were on hers again, crashing down with a passion that stole her breath—deep, desperate, his tongue plunging into her mouth like he needed to taste every inch of her.
His hands didn’t stop moving. They found the hem of her t-shirt, tugging it up, and Arpita didn’t even think—she just lifted her arms, letting him peel it off her in one smooth motion. The cool air hit her bare skin, but it was nothing compared to the fire between them. Now they were both naked, exposed, vulnerable, and it felt right. Rupesh’s eyes roamed her body—her full breasts, the dip of her waist, the soft curve of her hips—and she could see it in his face: he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. Maybe more.
“I love you so much, Arpita,” he murmured between kisses, his lips brushing hers, then her jaw, then back to her mouth. “You don’t even know.” Each word was a spark, igniting her further, and she kissed him back with everything she had, her hands sliding up his chest, feeling the thud of his heartbeat under her palms.
Then his hands were on her hips, strong and sure, and he lifted her like she weighed nothing. Arpita knew what he wanted, what she needed to do. She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles behind him, her pussy brushing against his stomach as she clung to him. Their kiss didn’t falter—not even for a second—as he carried her toward the bed, his steps steady despite the way their bodies pressed together, skin sliding against skin. Her breasts flattened against his chest, her nipples grazing him with every movement, and she could feel his cock bobbing beneath her, so close to where she ached for it.
They reached the bed, and Rupesh didn’t waste a moment. He dropped her gently onto the mattress, the springs creaking under her weight, and positioned himself between her legs. He stood there for a heartbeat, towering over her, his cock jutting out, glistening at the tip. Arpita’s thighs fell open naturally, her body begging for him, and she looked up at him—her breath ragged, her skin flushed, her pussy wet and ready. He bent down, his hands bracing on either side of her head, and kissed her again, slow and deep, his tongue stroking hers like a promise. Then, in one fluid motion, he pushed into her—his shaft sliding inside her, filling her completely.
She moaned into his mouth, the sound muffled but raw, her body arching off the bed as he buried himself to the hilt. It was overwhelming—the stretch, the heat, the way he fit inside her like he was made for her. Her hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging in as she clung to him, her legs wrapping tighter around his hips to pull him deeper. Rupesh groaned, his breath hot against her lips, and he held still for a moment, letting her adjust, letting them both feel it—the forbidden connection, the way their bodies locked together like puzzle pieces.
Then he started to move. Slow at first, pulling out almost all the way before sliding back in, each thrust deliberate, teasing, drawing out the pleasure. Arpita’s head fell back, her lips parting as soft gasps escaped her. “Rupesh,” she breathed, his name a plea, a prayer, and it spurred him on. His hips snapped harder, faster, the rhythm building as he fucked her with a passion that felt almost desperate—like he needed to prove something, to her, to himself, to the world that wanted to keep them apart.
The bed rocked beneath them, the headboard tapping the wall in time with his thrusts. Her pussy gripped him, slick and tight, every slide of his cock sending waves of heat through her. He bent lower, his lips finding her neck, sucking and biting as his hands roamed her body—gripping her hips, then her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers until she whimpered. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled against her skin, his voice thick with lust and love. “I’ve dreamed about this, about you.”
Her hands slid down his back, tracing the flex of his muscles as he moved, then lower to grab his ass again, pulling him into her with every thrust. “Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice breaking. “Please, I need you.” And he didn’t—he couldn’t. His pace quickened, his cock plunging deeper, hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars. The room filled with the sounds of their lovemaking—the wet slap of skin, their ragged breaths, the little moans she couldn’t hold back.
The pressure built inside her, tight and hot, coiling in her belly. She could feel it coming, unstoppable, and when he angled his hips just right, thrusting hard and deep, she shattered. Her orgasm ripped through her, her pussy clenching around him, pulsing as she cried out—his name, a curse, something incoherent. Her body shook, her thighs trembling around his hips, and Rupesh groaned, feeling her tighten, feeling her come undone beneath him.
He didn’t stop, couldn’t stop—his thrusts grew erratic, wild, chasing his own release. “Arpita,” he rasped, his voice raw, “I love you—I—” His words cut off as he slammed into her one last time, burying himself deep. She felt it—the hot rush of his cum filling her, his cock throbbing inside her as he came. The sensation pushed her over the edge again, a second orgasm crashing through her, softer but just as intense, her body milking him as they rode it out together.
For a long moment, they stayed like that—locked together, breathless, their bodies slick with sweat. Rupesh collapsed onto her, his weight grounding her, his face buried in the crook of her neck. His breath was hot against her skin, slowing as he came down, and he whispered again, softer now, “I love you.” Each word was heavy with meaning, laced with the passion they’d just shared, the forbidden line they’d crossed.
Arpita’s arms wrapped around him, holding him close, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his back. She could still feel him inside her, softening but still there, their cum mingling, warm and intimate. Her chest ached with a mix of love and guilt, but in that moment, the love won out—the way he’d poured himself into her, body and soul, left no room for doubt. They were one now, tangled in the afterglow, their hearts beating as fiercely as their bodies had moved.
The moonlight bathed them, soft and forgiving, as they lay there, basking in the quiet, the world outside forgotten. Whatever came next, they’d face it together—because this, this passion, this love, was theirs, no matter how forbidden it was.
Arpita stared down at him, her chest moving fast as she tried to catch her breath. Her skin was still warm from what he’d done, her body still shaking a bit from the pleasure. She couldn’t find words—her throat felt tight, her mind spinning with too many feelings. In that moment, as they locked eyes, she knew: she couldn’t fight this anymore. The walls she’d built, the promises she’d made, the family rules—they all broke under his touch, his voice, his love. She was lost to him, and it scared her, but it also felt right.
He stood up slow, like he wanted to enjoy every second of getting closer to her. His bare chest brushed her t-shirt, sending a little shiver through her. His hands found her breasts, holding them through the fabric—squeezing gently, like they were something special he didn’t want to let go of. “I love you, Arpita,” he said again, his voice soft but full of need. Then he leaned in—real slow—and kissed her, starting light, like he was testing things out. The warmth of his mouth made her shiver, a feeling that went down to her stomach.
His tongue traced her lips, tasting her like she was something sweet. She opened her mouth a bit, letting him in, and his tongue slipped inside—finding hers, moving in a slow, easy dance. Their tongues touched—careful at first, then stronger, moving together like they’d always known how. He tasted like her—like what they’d just done—and it sent a thrill through her, reminding her where his mouth had been. Her hands went around his neck, fingers in his hair, holding him close as the kiss got deeper, hotter.
His hands slid from her breasts, down her sides to her waist, then lower—resting on her butt. Through her shorts, still bunched at her ankles, he grabbed her, squeezing the soft skin like he owned it. He pulled her closer, their bodies pressing tight—her chest squished against his, his warmth seeping through her shirt, making her nipples hard. She leaned into him, a quiet moan slipping out, lost in his mouth. Their tongues tangled—slow, like they had all the time in the world. The night around them faded—the wind, the far-off sounds—leaving just their breathing, the little noises they made as they kissed.
With him, Arpita felt something new: a flutter in her chest, a warmth that wasn’t just about wanting him. Her husband never made her feel this—sex with him was dull, just going through the motions. But with Rupesh, it was different. It felt like being young again, like falling in love for the first time—her heart racing, her skin buzzing. The way he kissed her—slow, like he loved every second—made her feel special, wanted in a way that hit her heart. Her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him closer, kissing him harder as their tongues moved together, saying things they couldn’t speak.
They stood there, wrapped up in each other—her back against the railing, his body keeping her warm against the night air. His hands ran up and down her back, feeling her through the shirt, then down to her butt again, lifting her a little so she was on her toes. The way their bodies rubbed together—her chest against his, the slight push of his shorts against her leg—made the heat between them grow, but he didn’t try to go further. He was happy just kissing her, feeling her mouth on his, her breath mixing with his. The world felt small—just them, under the moon.
Time didn’t matter; minutes felt like forever as they explored each other’s mouths. He pulled back a bit, biting her lower lip softly, then licking it to make it better. She chased his mouth, not wanting to stop, and he kissed her again—taking her top lip between his, sucking gently, then kissing the side of her mouth, her jaw, the spot under her ear. His breath was warm on her neck, making her skin tingle. “Arpita…” he whispered, his voice rough with feeling, full of a need that matched the ache in her chest—a need not just for her body, but for all of her.
She turned her head, letting him kiss her neck—slow, with his mouth open, his tongue tasting her skin, feeling her pulse. Her hands moved down his back, nails scratching lightly, feeling his muscles tighten. He shivered, a quiet groan coming from his chest, and she smiled against his shoulder—liking that she could make him feel that way with just a touch. This was real romance—messy, passionate, something she’d never had before. With Rupesh, she felt alive, wanted, loved—and it scared her, but it also felt like home.
They kissed again, slower now—lips touching, tongues teasing, a back-and-forth that left them breathless. His hands held her face, thumbs rubbing her cheeks, like she was something precious. She leaned into him, her body soft against his, every part of her tuned to his warmth. The wind blew around them, cool on their skin, but they didn’t care—too caught up in each other, in this moment they’d stolen. She knew it was wrong, but in his arms, it felt right—like they belonged together. For the first time, she let herself feel it all—the kiss, the romance, the love growing between them, fragile but strong, something they couldn’t ignore.
Their lips parted for a second, foreheads touching, breaths mixing. His nose bumped hers, and she felt him smile against her mouth—just like she was smiling. “I’ve always loved you,” he said softly, his voice shaky with everything he’d held in for so long. Her heart squeezed, a sweet pain filling her chest, and she kissed him again—lightly, quickly, like sealing a promise. They stood there, rocking a little, bodies close, hands moving softly—hers on his back, his in her hair. The kiss faded, then started again—a loop of connection that felt like it could go on forever, like the night was holding them in place, letting them have this.
Rupesh loosened the hook of his shorts. They slid down his legs with a quiet rustle, pooling at his feet, leaving him bare before Arpita. She stood there, her breath catching as her eyes traced his body—his broad shoulders, the lean muscle of his chest, and lower, where his erection stood proud, hard, and unapologetic. He stepped closer, pulling her into a tight hug, their bodies crashing together like waves against the shore. His skin was warm, almost burning against hers, and as they kissed, she felt it—his cock pressing into her stomach, a firm, insistent reminder of his nakedness.
Her lips parted under his, their tongues tangling in a slow, hungry dance. She could taste the urgency in him, the way his breath hitched as he deepened the kiss. Her hands hesitated, trembling with a mix of nerves and longing. She wanted to touch him, to wrap her fingers around that throbbing heat she could feel against her, but something held her back—maybe the weight of what they were doing, the line they were about to cross. Instead, her hands slid down his back, finding the firm curve of his buttocks. She squeezed, her fingers digging into the taut muscle, and damn, it felt good—solid and strong, like he was built for this moment.
Rupesh groaned into her mouth, the sound vibrating through her, and it sparked something wild in him. His hands moved with purpose, sliding up her sides to cup her breasts through her t-shirt. He didn’t hold back—his fingers kneaded her flesh, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure, his thumbs brushing over her nipples until they hardened beneath the fabric. Arpita gasped, her body arching into his touch, excitement flooding her like a tidal wave. Every squeeze sent a jolt straight between her legs, her pussy clenching with need. Whatever hesitation she’d had? Gone. Burned away by the heat of his hands, the way he wanted her.
She pulled her hands from his ass, bold now, and wrapped them around his shaft. It was hot in her grip, pulsing with life, the skin silky smooth over the hardness beneath. She stroked him once, twice, feeling him twitch under her fingers, and Rupesh broke the kiss, his head tipping back just enough to watch her hands on his cock. His eyes were dark, almost black with desire, and when he looked at her, his voice came out rough, raw. “I love you,” he said, the words spilling out like a confession he couldn’t hold back. Then his lips were on hers again, crashing down with a passion that stole her breath—deep, desperate, his tongue plunging into her mouth like he needed to taste every inch of her.
His hands didn’t stop moving. They found the hem of her t-shirt, tugging it up, and Arpita didn’t even think—she just lifted her arms, letting him peel it off her in one smooth motion. The cool air hit her bare skin, but it was nothing compared to the fire between them. Now they were both naked, exposed, vulnerable, and it felt right. Rupesh’s eyes roamed her body—her full breasts, the dip of her waist, the soft curve of her hips—and she could see it in his face: he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. Maybe more.
“I love you so much, Arpita,” he murmured between kisses, his lips brushing hers, then her jaw, then back to her mouth. “You don’t even know.” Each word was a spark, igniting her further, and she kissed him back with everything she had, her hands sliding up his chest, feeling the thud of his heartbeat under her palms.
Then his hands were on her hips, strong and sure, and he lifted her like she weighed nothing. Arpita knew what he wanted, what she needed to do. She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles behind him, her pussy brushing against his stomach as she clung to him. Their kiss didn’t falter—not even for a second—as he carried her toward the bed, his steps steady despite the way their bodies pressed together, skin sliding against skin. Her breasts flattened against his chest, her nipples grazing him with every movement, and she could feel his cock bobbing beneath her, so close to where she ached for it.
They reached the bed, and Rupesh didn’t waste a moment. He dropped her gently onto the mattress, the springs creaking under her weight, and positioned himself between her legs. He stood there for a heartbeat, towering over her, his cock jutting out, glistening at the tip. Arpita’s thighs fell open naturally, her body begging for him, and she looked up at him—her breath ragged, her skin flushed, her pussy wet and ready. He bent down, his hands bracing on either side of her head, and kissed her again, slow and deep, his tongue stroking hers like a promise. Then, in one fluid motion, he pushed into her—his shaft sliding inside her, filling her completely.
She moaned into his mouth, the sound muffled but raw, her body arching off the bed as he buried himself to the hilt. It was overwhelming—the stretch, the heat, the way he fit inside her like he was made for her. Her hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging in as she clung to him, her legs wrapping tighter around his hips to pull him deeper. Rupesh groaned, his breath hot against her lips, and he held still for a moment, letting her adjust, letting them both feel it—the forbidden connection, the way their bodies locked together like puzzle pieces.
Then he started to move. Slow at first, pulling out almost all the way before sliding back in, each thrust deliberate, teasing, drawing out the pleasure. Arpita’s head fell back, her lips parting as soft gasps escaped her. “Rupesh,” she breathed, his name a plea, a prayer, and it spurred him on. His hips snapped harder, faster, the rhythm building as he fucked her with a passion that felt almost desperate—like he needed to prove something, to her, to himself, to the world that wanted to keep them apart.
The bed rocked beneath them, the headboard tapping the wall in time with his thrusts. Her pussy gripped him, slick and tight, every slide of his cock sending waves of heat through her. He bent lower, his lips finding her neck, sucking and biting as his hands roamed her body—gripping her hips, then her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers until she whimpered. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled against her skin, his voice thick with lust and love. “I’ve dreamed about this, about you.”
Her hands slid down his back, tracing the flex of his muscles as he moved, then lower to grab his ass again, pulling him into her with every thrust. “Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice breaking. “Please, I need you.” And he didn’t—he couldn’t. His pace quickened, his cock plunging deeper, hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars. The room filled with the sounds of their lovemaking—the wet slap of skin, their ragged breaths, the little moans she couldn’t hold back.
The pressure built inside her, tight and hot, coiling in her belly. She could feel it coming, unstoppable, and when he angled his hips just right, thrusting hard and deep, she shattered. Her orgasm ripped through her, her pussy clenching around him, pulsing as she cried out—his name, a curse, something incoherent. Her body shook, her thighs trembling around his hips, and Rupesh groaned, feeling her tighten, feeling her come undone beneath him.
He didn’t stop, couldn’t stop—his thrusts grew erratic, wild, chasing his own release. “Arpita,” he rasped, his voice raw, “I love you—I—” His words cut off as he slammed into her one last time, burying himself deep. She felt it—the hot rush of his cum filling her, his cock throbbing inside her as he came. The sensation pushed her over the edge again, a second orgasm crashing through her, softer but just as intense, her body milking him as they rode it out together.
For a long moment, they stayed like that—locked together, breathless, their bodies slick with sweat. Rupesh collapsed onto her, his weight grounding her, his face buried in the crook of her neck. His breath was hot against her skin, slowing as he came down, and he whispered again, softer now, “I love you.” Each word was heavy with meaning, laced with the passion they’d just shared, the forbidden line they’d crossed.
Arpita’s arms wrapped around him, holding him close, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his back. She could still feel him inside her, softening but still there, their cum mingling, warm and intimate. Her chest ached with a mix of love and guilt, but in that moment, the love won out—the way he’d poured himself into her, body and soul, left no room for doubt. They were one now, tangled in the afterglow, their hearts beating as fiercely as their bodies had moved.
The moonlight bathed them, soft and forgiving, as they lay there, basking in the quiet, the world outside forgotten. Whatever came next, they’d face it together—because this, this passion, this love, was theirs, no matter how forbidden it was.
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