Fantasy Priyanka and Sameek : Love, Lust and much more.

[cutekomal]

Act 5: 

Dawn After the Storm – A Morning of Warmth

The rain had stopped sometime before dawn. I knew it before my eyes opened, because the rhythm of the world was different. No more pounding against the glass, no more endless roar on the roof. Just silence. Damp silence, the kind that leaves the air heavy and cold.

When I finally blinked awake, the first thing I felt was the chill. The sheets were tangled around us, heavy with our sweat from the night before, but the morning had slipped into the room through the half-open window. The breeze carried the scent of wet earth, the faint rustle of dripping trees, and the unmistakable smell of sex that clung to our bed — musky, salty, intoxicating.

I lay still for a while, breathing it in, because it was his scent. It was him. My skin still carried the dried traces of his cum from last night, streaks that I hadn’t bothered to wipe away. I loved that about myself, loved the idea of waking up with his essence marking me. I wanted to belong to him even in my sleep.

I turned my head slightly. Sameek was beside me, still asleep. His hair was messy, dark strands stuck across his forehead. His chest rose and fell in steady waves, a soft snore humming from his throat. His arm was sprawled across my stomach, heavy, protective. Even in sleep, he held me as though letting me go would mean losing a part of himself.

I smiled. My man. My man's dick whom i fondly call Dojo. My everything.

The blanket had slipped low on his body, exposing the ridges of his abdomen, the faint trail of hair that led downward. I couldn’t resist looking further. His cock lay against his thigh, heavy, thick, already twitching with those half-awake dreams men have. Just the sight of him made warmth spark in my belly despite the cold air.

I bit my lip. God, I could live forever in mornings like this.

I shifted closer, careful not to wake him yet. My body curled into his side, my breasts pressing against his ribs, my thigh brushing the heat of him. The chill outside couldn’t touch me when I was against him. His warmth seeped into my skin, and still, it wasn’t enough.

My hand moved almost on its own, tracing patterns on his chest. The rise of muscle, the tickle of chest hair, the dip of his collarbone. I let my fingers drift lower, grazing the trail of hair down his stomach, pausing just before I reached his cock.

He stirred. A small groan escaped him, half-asleep, half-aware.

Sameek: (husky, eyes still closed) “Priyanka… you’re up already?”

I smiled against his shoulder. “Mmm. Couldn’t sleep. Too cold.”

Sameek: (his arm tightening around me) “Then come closer. Warm yourself on me.”

His voice was gravelly, thick with sleep. God, that voice. It made me wet instantly.

“I am close,” I whispered, letting my hand slip around his shaft finally, wrapping my fingers around him. He was warm, heavy, already stiffening in my grip. “But you know, there’s only one way I get warm properly.”

That woke him. His eyes fluttered open, dark and hooded, a smile tugging at his lips.

Sameek: (half-laughing, half-groaning) “You devil. You won’t let me rest, will you?”

I kissed his chest, slow, teasing. “Rest later. Right now, I need your heat.”

His cock hardened fully in my hand, pulsing against my palm. I slid lower, under the blanket, nestling between his thighs. My lips found him before he could say another word. The taste of him was still familiar from last night — salty, raw, uniquely his. I took him into my mouth, slow, deliberate, savoring the way his body tensed beneath me.

Sameek: (low moan) “Fuck, Priyanka…”

I licked along his shaft, swirled my tongue over the head, then slid him deep into my throat, gagging just slightly but refusing to pull back. I wanted him to wake with my mouth, to know that I worshipped every inch of him.

He gripped my hair, guiding me, but I didn’t let him take control yet. I set the rhythm — slow pulls, deep thrusts, saliva dripping onto his balls. My other hand cupped and massaged him, fingers teasing the sensitive skin behind.

His hips jerked, breath hitching. I pulled off with a pop, stroking him as I looked up. His eyes burned into mine now, fully awake, desire written across his face.

“Good morning,” I whispered, lips brushing his tip.

Sameek: (voice rough) “Best morning. Come here.”

He pulled me up, kissing me hard. His tongue invaded mine, and I let him taste himself in my mouth. It was messy, wet, exactly how I liked it.

I straddled him then, sliding over his stomach, pressing my soaked pussy against his cock. I was dripping already, the cold morning forgotten, replaced by the fire in my core.

“You see what you do to me?” I whispered against his lips. “I wake up needy, wet, desperate. And only you can fix me.”

His hands found my breasts, squeezing, thumbs circling my nipples until they hardened. I moaned, grinding against him, coating his length with my wetness.

He lined himself at my entrance, but I held still, teasing him. “Not yet. I want to feel you slowly.”

I lowered myself inch by inch, gasping as he filled me. The stretch was delicious, my walls clenching around him, my body adjusting to the fullness. I closed my eyes, savoring it, until he was buried completely inside me.

“God…” I moaned, leaning forward, resting my forehead against his. “You’re perfect.”

Sameek: (gritting his teeth) “You’re driving me insane, Priyanka.”

I began to move, rolling my hips, grinding down on him. The blanket covered us, trapping the heat of our bodies, turning the cold room into a cocoon of sweat and moans. My breasts bounced with each thrust, his hands clutching them, squeezing as though they were his lifeline.

The rhythm was slow, deliberate. I wanted to savor every drag, every push, every pulse of his cock inside me. Our lips kept finding each other between gasps, our tongues tangling, saliva dripping.

The sound of our bodies filled the room — wet, rhythmic, primal.

I came first. My orgasm ripped through me suddenly, my walls clenching violently around him. I cried out his name, collapsing against his chest, shuddering with aftershocks. He held me through it, his hands stroking my back, whispering, “That’s it, my love. Let it out.”

But I wasn’t done. I wanted more.

He flipped me gently, laying me on my back, spreading my legs wide. His cock slid back into me with ease, the wetness obscene, my juices coating him. He began to thrust, deeper now, his eyes locked on mine.

There was nothing gentle about it anymore. He was relentless, pounding into me, sweat dripping from his forehead onto my breasts. I clawed at his back, my moans filling the room.

The second orgasm built quickly, harder, fiercer. I screamed, nails raking down his spine as I shattered again.

He groaned, his thrusts faltering. “I’m close, Priyanka. Where do you want me?”

“On me,” I gasped. “Mark me. Make me yours again.”

With a final grunt, he pulled out and erupted over my breasts, thick ropes of cum splattering my skin, my nipples, my neck. I cupped my tits together, letting it pool, rubbing it into myself with a moan.

I looked up at him, smiling wickedly. “Now I’m warm.”

He collapsed beside me, pulling me into his arms. The blanket wrapped around us, cocooning us in the aftermath. His heartbeat was a drum against my ear, steady, grounding.

I traced circles on his chest, breathing him in. “This… this is what I live for, Sameek. Not the nights. The mornings. Waking up next to you, smelling of you, knowing I’m yours.”

He kissed my forehead, voice soft now, almost tender. “To the moon and back, Priyanka. Always.”

We lay there in silence, the world outside still damp and cold, but inside, we were fire.