Adultery The Language of Her Heart

[yazhiniram]

I blinked.

Once.

Then again.

My eyes weren’t focusing properly.


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That slap—

It was still stinging.

On one side of my face.

Still fresh.

Still tingling like a burn.


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And now he was saying that?

Now?

That line?


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“Don’t talk too much…”

That’s what he had said.

Just like that.

Casual.

Firm.

Like I was some noisy child.


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My mouth stayed open.

For one full second.

Then another.

I couldn’t close it.


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My chest…

It rose once.

Heavy breath.

Then dropped.


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That anger…

It started rising again inside me.

But it wasn’t fire.

Not this time.


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It was dust.

Heavy.

Hot.

Dry.


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Settling everywhere inside my body.

Inside my breath.

My ribs.

My neck.


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I pulled my hand up to my cheek.

Slow.

Careful.


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Felt the heat there.

That skin was alive.

Sore.


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I looked at him.

Direct.

Quiet.

No words.

Only eyes.


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He wasn’t blinking.

Not once.

Just standing.

Like wall.

Like rock.


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I wanted to shout.

I did.

I wanted to scream.

To fight.


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But no voice came.

Only breath.

Rough.

Shallow.


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Small puffing sounds from my mouth.

That’s all.


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I turned my face away.

Once.

Quickly.


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Then looked back again.

And I said it.


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Quiet.

But sharp.

Like pointed nail.


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“Enough, Prakash.”

Two words.

That’s all.


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He didn’t react.

Not even blink.

Still those same eyes.


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My fingers…

They gripped the side of my thigh.

Bare thigh.


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Naked skin.

Warm.

Uncovered.

Held by my own hand.


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This whole thing…

Had gone too far.

Way too far.


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“You’re taking too much advantage,” I said.

Still not raising my voice.

Still low.


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“I was just provoking…”

“Just playing…”


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“But you—”

I stopped.

Froze.


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He wasn’t listening.

At all.


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His eyes were not even focused.

They were stuck.


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Somewhere between my face…

And my chest.

Not hearing.

Just seeing.


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“Hey,” I said again.

This time louder.

“Look at me.”


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He blinked.

Once.

Then he moved.

Fast.


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One step forward.

Too quick.

Too close.


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Before I could step back—

His hand came again.

Not up.

Not down.

Across.


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One tight slap.

Again.


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Right cheek this time.

Right on the bone.


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The sound—

It was too loud for that small room.

Too sharp.

Like shot.


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My face jerked.

To the side.

Hard.


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And this time…

I lost balance slightly.


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One foot stepped back.

Automatically.


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My hand went to my mouth.

Covering.

Feeling.

Shocked.


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I didn’t scream.

I didn’t slap back.

I just stood.


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Breathing.

In.

Out.

Like broken engine.


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That sharp taste in my mouth—

Like metal.

Like battery.

Like blood.


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That dizzy feeling behind my eyes.

Like I might fall.

Like world was spinning.


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Still naked.

Still standing.

Still stunned.


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Then—

He came forward.

Again.

Closer.


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Before I could move.

Before I could think.


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He kissed me.

Sudden.

Full.

Tight.


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Wet.

Loud.

Hot.


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No warning.

His lips crashed into mine.

Like they were angry.


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Like they were tired of waiting.

Like they had run out of patience.


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No space to breathe.

No gap.

No mercy.


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His mouth sealed mine.

Locked.

Pressed.

Firm.


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His tongue came in.

Without asking.

Without delay.


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Not gentle.

Not teasing.

Just entered.

Fully.

Deeply.


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My eyes stayed wide.

Wide open.

No closing.


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No melting.

No softening.

Just wide.


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Because it was too much.

Too fast.

Too sudden.


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My lips…

Didn’t even respond at first.

Frozen.

Numb.


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His tongue was everywhere.

Inside my mouth.

Pushing.

Pulling.


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Searching.

Tasting.

Claiming.


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And I…

I was still trying to process.

To catch up.


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One second ago he slapped me.

Now he was kissing me.


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And my body?

It didn’t help.


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It didn’t resist.

Didn’t push back.


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It didn’t lean away.

It stayed.

Still.


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Frozen.

But not fighting.


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Like it was confused.

Like it didn’t know whether to enjoy…

Or scream.


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I was in shock.

Real shock.


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Not drama one.

Not pretend.

Actual.


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My heart was pounding.

Fast.

Loud.


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My nipples were still burning.

From earlier.


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My ass was still sore.

From slaps.

From mouth.


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And now…

My lips were his.

Fully.


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My mouth was open.

Not mine anymore.


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My breath was his.

Stolen.

Taken.


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And inside my chest?

I couldn’t feel anything except heat.

And that confusion.


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How did I get here?

How did this go so far?


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How did this start with tea…

And end with this?


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But he didn’t stop.

He kissed like he was drinking me.

Like he was swallowing me.


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And I stood.

Still.

Tired.

Silent.

In shock.


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My lips were still wet.

Still moist from that kiss.

Still parted.

Still open.


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Still unsure what happened.

What that kiss even was.

Why it came.

Why I let it.


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Before I could even think—

To ask.

To speak.

To breathe properly—


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He grabbed me.

Sudden.

Fast.


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Both hands.

One under my thigh.

One behind my back.


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Rough grip.

Strong.

Not soft.

Not gentle.


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And he lifted me.

Just like that.

Off the ground.

Off the floor.

Off the moment.


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“Eh—Prakash—”

I tried to say.

But my voice—

It didn’t come out properly.


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Like caught in my chest.

Like stuck under my ribs.


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And the next second—

THUD.


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He threw me.

Not hard.

But not soft either.


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Straight on the bed.

No pillow.

No warning.


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My back hit the mattress.

One bounce.

My spine shifted.


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My legs—

They spread slightly.

From the fall.

From the way I landed.


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I pushed my elbows down.

Trying to sit up.

Trying to lift my head.


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“Wait—what are you—”

I started.

But no full sentence came.


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Because he didn’t wait.

Not even one breath.


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He climbed onto the bed.

Knees first.

One between my thighs.


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Hands—

Gripping my knees.

Firm.

Fixed.


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And before I could close them—

He spread them.

Wide.

Too wide.


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So wide I felt the air.

Cool air.

On my wetness.


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Still dripping.

Still open.

Still aching.


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“Prakash…”

I said it.

Breathless.

Thin voice.


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“Listen—”

But he didn’t.


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He bent forward.

His head moved.

But not where I expected.


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Not to my pussy.

Not to my chest.


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His head went to my left thigh.

Lower.

Side.


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And I felt it.

That first touch of his tongue.


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Warm.

Flat.

Rough.


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On the inside part of my thigh.

Just a little above the knee.


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“Ahhh…”

It escaped.

From my mouth.


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My neck dropped back into the bed.

I didn’t plan it.

It just fell.


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Not because I wanted to moan.

But because it just came.

All by itself.


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He licked again.

Longer.

Upward this time.


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From halfway up my thigh.

To almost near the centre.

But stopped.


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Didn’t touch my pussy.

Stopped just before.


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I shivered.

A cold quake.

From my hip to my toe.


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My hands—

They grabbed the bedsheet.

Clenched.


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He was moving slow now.

But not romantic slow.

Not soft slow.


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Hunting slow.

Stalking slow.


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Then he moved.

Shifted his head.

To the other thigh.

Same movement.


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Same tongue.

Same heat.

Opposite side now.


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He licked the full line.

From the curve of my hip.

To just above the knee.


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My legs trembled.

Both.

Slight.

Visible.


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And my pussy?

Tightened.

Fully.


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Juice was already there.

Sticky.

Warm.


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Now more came.

Fresh.

Hot.

Soaking the fold.


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I opened my mouth to speak—

But nothing came.

Only breath.


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He kissed that inner thigh.

Soft.

Then again.


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Two times.

Small ones.

Like claiming.

Like marking.


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And again—

I felt that pressure building.

That ache.


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That wanting.

That throb.

That heat between the folds.


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I bit my lip.

Hard.


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Then I whispered—

“Stop teasing me…”


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Still he didn’t reply.

Still he didn’t speak.


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His mouth was near now.

Just below.

Just at the edge.


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I could feel his breath.

On it.

On the clit.


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Hot and strong.

Wet air.


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I shut my eyes.

Then opened again.

Shivering.


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He came closer.

Right there.


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And then—

PAKK.


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One wet sound.

On me.

On it.


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I gasped.

Loud.

Not from pain.

From shock.


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He had spat.

Right on top of my pussy.


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A full spit.

Heavy.

Warm.


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Straight on the centre fold.

Right on the clit.


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I twitched.

My thighs jumped.

My hips curled.


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“Chee…”

I whispered.

“You mad idiot…”

But quiet.


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Barely audible.

Barely meaning it.


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But I didn’t stop him.

Couldn’t.


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The spit landed on my clit.

And mixed.

With my own wetness.


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That slimy sound.

That sticky drip.

Down one side.


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I felt it.

Like heat sliding inside me.

Like silk.

Like madness.


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“Ahhh—Prakash…”

This time louder.

More breath than word.


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Then he licked.

Not middle.

Not top.


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He started from down.

From the very base.

Where it touches the bed when I lie flat.


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He licked upward.

One full stroke.

Slow.

Firm.

Hard.


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My back arched.

Spine lifted.


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I let out a cry.

“Aaah—!”


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That tongue—

Dragged everything upward.

Juice.

Spit.

Heat.

Shame.

Control.

All of it.


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He was licking me like I was his food.

Not dessert.

Main course.


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My thighs pressed against his face.

Automatically.

No thought.


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And my body?

It wasn’t mine anymore.

It was his.

Fully.


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But my mind?

Still trying to hold.

Still spinning.

Still questioning.


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How did this—

How did I—

How did this become pain and pleasure both?


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Why am I moaning?

Why am I letting?

Why am I—


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“Ahhh…”

That second lick ended the question.

Fully.


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And I moaned.

Hard.

From stomach.

From soul.


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Eyes open.

Mouth open.

Everything open.


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Only sound inside that room…

Was me.


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I didn’t expect it.

Not like that.

Not so sudden.

Not so deep.

Not so full.


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That tongue…

It came again.

No pause.

No warning.

No mercy.

Just came.

Straight in.


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And that mouth—

Hot.

Open.

Firm.

Wet.

Searching.

It didn’t wait.


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His lips opened me.

My folds.

Fully.

Completely.

Parted like soft fruit.


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Not with fingers.

Not with hands.

Only lips.

Only his mouth.

Only that thick heat pressing.


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My legs twitched.

Once.

Twice.

Nerves running up the inside.

From thigh to chest.


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Then—

His tongue came inside.

In.

Real in.

Wet and thick and bold.

Like it had decided.


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My pussy flinched.

Welcomed.

Tensed.

Then opened.

Fully open.


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He was eating me.

Not licking.

Not teasing.

Eating.

Proper.

Hungry.


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His lips moved like hunger.

His tongue moved like thirst.

His breath was hot wind.

And I—

I was melting.


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“Ahh—haaah—aaah…”

My voice…

It came without shape.

No word.

No language.

Only sound.


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My thighs shook.

Lightly.

Then stronger.

Trembling like leaves.

Under his mouth.


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My head dropped.

Back.

Into the pillow.

Neck loose.

Breath loose.

Body loose.


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His face…

It was deep between my legs.

So deep I couldn’t see him.

Only feel.

Only heat.

Only tongue.


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And my pussy?

It was crying and laughing.

At the same time.

Pulsing.

Throbbing.

Calling.


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He licked the clit.

Then didn’t stop.

Didn’t rest.

Didn’t slow.

Kept going.

Relentless.


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He sucked it.

Pulled it in.

Made it his.

Sucked it till it tingled.

Till it swelled.


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His tongue worked around it.

Flat pressure.

Then tip flick.

Then side sweep.

Then full circle.


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Slow circle.

Then fast.

Then pause.

Then again.

My breath followed each stroke.


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My body jerked.

Small spasm.

Then bigger.

Like electric current.

Across my spine.


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“Prakash…”

I whispered.

Or maybe I thought.

I didn’t know.

Inside or outside.

My lips or my mind.


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Because all I could hear now…

Was him.

Not me.

Only him.

Only sound of eating.


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Wet mouth.

Hot breath.

Tongue sliding.

Lips pulling.

Juice dripping.


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Sticky now.

My own thighs.

Sticky.

Wet skin rubbing.

On each other.


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I tried to move.

To shift.

To lift.

Couldn’t.

His mouth was holding me down.

Like weight.

Like chains.


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He pushed his face deeper.

Pressed harder.

And I made a sound—

Thin.

Sharp.

Like glass breaking.


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“Aaahhh—Prakashh…”

It tore out of me.

Not planned.

Just born.

Right from the pit of breath.


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My hand went to his head.

Grabbed.

Hair in fingers.

Tugged.

Not pulling back.

But pushing.


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My thighs—

They moved by themselves.

Lifted.

Wrapped around his head.

Pressed in.


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Tight.

Strong.

My ankles locked.

Behind his neck.

Like seatbelt.


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I held him there.

Pressed.

Trapped.

Buried.

Smothered.


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And he didn’t pull away.

Didn’t stop.

Didn’t even flinch.

Just obeyed.


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His tongue worked deeper.

Sharper.

Faster.

Wider.

Messier.


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I shook.

Fully.

Every part.

Toes.

Knees.

Back.

Neck.


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My toes curled.

My spine lifted.

I couldn’t stop it.

Like strings pulling me upward.


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One hand—

It gripped the pillow.

Twisted the cloth.

Crushed it.


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Other hand—

Still in his hair.

Fingers tight.

Lost.


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I was gone.

Not here.

Somewhere far.

Somewhere deep.

Inside sweat.


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Inside breath.

Inside sound.

Inside him.

Only him.


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I didn’t know time.

Couldn’t count seconds.

Couldn’t name minutes.

Couldn’t care.


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He didn’t stop.

He didn’t ask.

He didn’t talk.

Just kept eating.

Mouth on me.


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I moaned.

Till throat dried.

Till voice cracked.

Till body clenched.


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My legs—

Tightened around him.

My belly—

Pulled inward.

Hard.


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My eyes blurred.

Vision soft.

Spinning slightly.

Like dream.


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The world faded.

Shrank.

Got smaller.

Till it was only that.

Only that one place.


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That tongue.

That pressure.

That heat.

That man.

That moment.


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Between my legs.

Inside my skin.

Inside my moan.


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And I was—

“AAAHHHH—hhhhh…”

Gone.

Gone into it.

Voice melting.

Like candle.


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My legs locked tighter.

Wrapped.

Closed.

His face buried.

Fully.


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My pussy opened more.

And more.

And more.

And I was—

Still moaning.

Still shaking.

Still alive.

Still there.

Fully.


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My thighs were shaking.

Not just trembling.

Not soft.

Tight shaking.

Like something inside was holding on too hard.


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That pressure inside me—

It was rising.

Like wave.

Climbing higher.

And higher.


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Each second, it grew heavier.

Like I was filling with light.

With heat.

With something sharp and golden.

Too much. Too much.


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My moan—

It was stuck.

Right in my throat.

Half scream.

Half prayer.


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I only had one breath left.

Just one.

And I was going to—

Going to—

Break.


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I clutched the bedsheet.

Tight.

Both fists.

Wrinkled cloth crushed in palms.

Like I might fall off the world.


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My toes—

They pointed.

Stiff.

Straight.

Sharp lines of tension from heel to foot.


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My legs—

They squeezed.

Hard.

Around his head.

Pressed him in.


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He felt it.

He knew.

He understood.

That grip.

That tightness.


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My thighs had stiffened too much.

He could sense it.

That moment.

That edge.

That second just before.


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And he pulled back.

Suddenly.

Fast.

Gone from me.

Vanished from that heat.


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I gasped.

Loud.

Sharp.

Broken.

“No… ahhh—why…”


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But I couldn’t even speak properly.

My lips moved.

But the voice didn’t come right.

Only sounds.

Only breath.


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I was seconds away.

Just seconds.

And now—

Empty.

Hollow.


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That edge broke.

Like thread cut.

Snapped.

And all the feeling…

Scattered.


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My body—

Still twitching.

Small shakes.

Little pulses.

But the climax… gone.


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My pussy was still wet.

Still wide.

Still waiting.

Still aching.

But he moved.


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He shifted his weight.

Down.

Lower.

And his hands came.

Firm.


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They grabbed under my thighs.

Thick hands.

Warm grip.

Steady.

Confident.


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And then—

He lifted me.

Just like that.

One smooth motion.

Like I weighed nothing.


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My ass—

It rose.

Off the bed.

Floating.

Hips high.


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Back still on mattress.

But hips up.

Lifted.

Tilted.

Exposed.


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Then I felt his fingers.

On my cheeks.

My backside.

My bare skin.

Opening me.


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Pulling gently.

But fully.

Spreading.

Revealing.

Bareness.


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And then—

His mouth came.

There.

To the middle.

To the line.


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Not higher.

Not lower.

Right there.

Between the cheeks.

Soft skin.


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He started licking.

My ass.

Real licking.

Slow.

Firm.


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Not brushing.

Not playful.

Not teasing.

Eating.

Actual eating.


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His tongue—

It dragged up that line once.

From bottom to top.

With heat.

With pressure.


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And I—

I choked on a sound.

Tried to speak.

But moaned instead.

“Prak—haaaah—Prakash—what…”


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But I didn’t finish.

Couldn’t.

Because that feeling—

It pulled another moan.

Louder.


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That place—

Wasn’t meant to be touched.

Not like that.

Never thought of it like that.

Not once.


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But now—

He was kissing it.

Licking it.

Spitting and licking again.

And I—

I couldn’t take it.


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My thighs trembled.

Again.

Harder.

My hips twitched upward.

But his hands held me.


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Firm grip.

Behind my thighs.

Keeping me up.

Keeping me open.

Keeping me his.


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And his face—

Still buried.

In that space.

Between the cheeks.

Tongue working.


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Small strokes.

Tight circles.

Right on the edge.

Soft skin burning.

Sensitive nerves screaming.


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Every lick—

Sent a wave.

Through belly.

Through chest.

Through thighs.


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My back arched.

I pushed one hand against the headboard.

Needed to hold.

Something.

Anything.


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But then—

His other hand came.

Didn’t see it.

Only felt it.

From below.


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It reached forward.

Between my legs.

And touched—

“Ahhhhhh—!”

My pussy.


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That cry—

Came from stomach.

From soul.

Deep.

Long.


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One finger—

Slid in.

Between folds.

Slow.

Testing.


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Then circled the clit.

Just once.

But it hit like lightning.

Because his tongue—

Still on my ass.


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Mouth and hand—

Together.

Front and back.

Same time.

Same rhythm.


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“Cheee…”

I whispered in my head.

“What is this feeling…”

So mad.

So wrong.

So good.


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He didn’t stop.

Didn’t pause.

He spread me wider.

Licked again.

Finger teased.


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Teased the entrance.

Of pussy.

Then circled.

Then moved up.

Then circled clit again.


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I was moaning.

Non-stop.

Some high.

Some low.

Some just breath.


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Some—

No sound at all.

Mouth open.

But empty.

Only air.


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My body—

Didn’t know what to do.

My chest heaved.

Skin hot.

Pulse wild.


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Between my legs—

I was dripping.

Real dripping.

Juice and spit.

Messy.


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My whole hole—

Both holes—

Were pulsing.

Front and back.

Together.


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His mouth on one.

His fingers on the other.

And me—

Somewhere between heaven and madness.

Alive.

Still burning.

Still not coming down.

Not yet.