Love or Lust

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Shadows of Surrender: Eternal Flames of Desire Rekindled

Vinay held Anjali close in the dimming light of the room, their bodies still joined, his cock softening inside her pussy but reluctant to leave the warmth of her depths. Her head rested on his chest, her milky white skin flushed pink from their exertions, strands of her dark hair sticking to her sweat-dampened forehead. The mangalsutra chain lay between them, its black beads cool against his skin, a reminder of her married status that only fueled his possessive hunger. Anjali's breaths came in soft, even puffs, her large breasts pressing against his side, nipples still erect and sensitive from his earlier attentions.

He stroked her back with gentle fingers, tracing the curve of her spine down to the swell of her ass, squeezing the firm flesh lightly. She sighed, nuzzling closer, her sensuous lips brushing his collarbone. 'Thammudu,' she whispered, her voice laced with a mix of contentment and lingering vulnerability. 'What have you done to me? I feel... exposed, yet safe in your arms.'

Vinay tilted her chin up with his finger, meeting her gaze—those deep brown eyes shimmering with unshed tears of emotion. 'Akkayya, I've only uncovered what's always been there. Your beauty, your fire. I love you for it all.' He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, then her eyelids, tasting the salt of her skin. The words hung between them, heavy with truth, stirring the embers of lust that never fully died.

Anjali's hand slid down his chest, fingers exploring the ridges of his abs, dipping lower to where their bodies connected. She clenched her pussy experimentally around his semi-hard cock, drawing a low groan from him. 'And I... I love you too, thammudu. More than I should.' Her confession ignited something primal in him, his cock twitching back to life inside her, thickening as blood rushed southward.

She felt it, her eyes widening slightly, a shy smile curving her lips. 'Already?' she murmured, but there was no protest—only a spark of eager anticipation. Vinay rolled them slowly so she lay on her back again, his body hovering over hers, careful not to crush her voluptuous form. He kissed her then, deeply, his tongue sliding into her mouth to tangle with hers, sucking gently on the soft flesh. Anjali responded with equal fervor, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him down as their kiss grew wetter, more insistent—lips smacking softly, tongues dueling in a dance of love and need.

His hands roamed her body anew, cupping her heavy breasts, thumbs circling the pinkish nipples until they pebbled harder. He broke the kiss to trail his mouth down her neck, sucking on the pulse point there, leaving a fresh mark that would bloom purple by morning. Anjali arched into him, her pussy fluttering around his now fully erect cock, still buried deep. 'Thammudu... touch me everywhere,' she breathed, her voice husky with renewed desire.

Vinay obliged, withdrawing slowly from her pussy with a wet slide, both groaning at the separation. He positioned himself between her spread thighs, eyes devouring her form—her milky skin glowing in the fading light, the curve of her thin waist flaring to wide hips, the dark patch of her trimmed pubic hair framing her swollen pussy lips, glistening with their mixed cum. He started at her feet, kissing the arch of one, then the other, sucking on her toes one by one, his tongue swirling around each digit. Anjali giggled at first, the sensation ticklish, but it morphed into a moan as he licked up her calf, nipping the muscle there.

Higher he went, mouth pressing open-mouthed kisses along her inner thigh, teeth grazing the sensitive skin close to her center but not quite touching. Her hands fisted the sheets, hips lifting instinctively, seeking more. 'Please... thammudu,' she whimpered, her shyness resurfacing in the vulnerability of her plea. Vinay looked up, smirking, before diving in—his tongue flat against her pussy, lapping from her entrance up to her clit in one long stroke, tasting the creamy remnants of their previous orgasms.

Anjali cried out, back bowing off the couch, her thighs clamping around his head. He pried them open gently, holding her steady as he feasted. His tongue delved into her folds, probing her entrance, scooping out the slick mixture with broad licks. He sucked her labia into his mouth, first the left, then the right, tugging lightly with his lips before releasing with a pop. Her clit throbbed under his attention next— he circled it slowly with the tip of his tongue, then flicked it rapidly, feeling it swell further against his assault.

'Thammudu! Oh god, yes...' Anjali's moans filled the room, her body writhing as pleasure coiled tight in her belly. Vinay slid two fingers into her pussy, the walls hot and velvety, clenching around the intrusion. He pumped them in and out, curling to stroke the spongy spot inside that made her gasp. Adding a third finger, he stretched her, scissoring them to open her wider, his mouth never leaving her clit—sucking hard now, humming vibrations through her core.

She came undone quickly, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave, pussy spasming around his fingers, juices squirting onto his hand and chin. Anjali's screams echoed, her breasts heaving with each ragged breath, nipples pointing skyward. Vinay lapped through it all, prolonging her ecstasy until she trembled, oversensitive and panting.

But he wasn't done. Rising up, he captured her mouth in a searing kiss, letting her taste herself on his tongue. Anjali sucked on it eagerly, her hands roaming his back, nails scbanging lightly. 'I want you inside me again,' she demanded, voice bold with lust, her shyness burned away. Vinay positioned his cock at her entrance, rubbing the thick head along her slit, coating himself in her wetness before pushing in—slowly, inch by inch, savoring the way her pussy stretched around him, gripping like a fist.

Fully seated, he paused, both breathing heavily, foreheads touching. 'I love how you feel, akkayya. So tight, so perfect for me.' He began to thrust, shallow at first, pulling out halfway before sliding back in, building a rhythm that had her moaning into his mouth. His hands pinned hers above her head, fingers interlacing, as he kissed her neck, her shoulders, nipping the skin.

Anjali wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass to urge him deeper. Vinay released her hands, one palm sliding to her breast, squeezing the soft mound, thumb flicking the nipple. He pinched it, rolling it between his fingers, drawing a sharp cry from her. Lowering his head, he latched onto the other nipple, sucking hard, teeth grazing the peak as his hips snapped forward, cock pounding into her now with more force.

The slap of skin on skin filled the air, mingled with her wet moans and his grunts. Anjali's pussy clenched rhythmically, milking him, her arousal dripping down to her ass. Vinay reached between them, thumb finding her clit, rubbing in tight circles that made her buck wildly. 'Thammudu... harder! Fuck me harder!' she begged, her usual reserve shattered, lust taking full control.

He flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up so she was on all fours, ass presented to him like an offering. Her cheeks jiggled slightly as he slapped one lightly, then spread them to admire her puckered hole and the pussy below, lips puffy and inviting. He thrust back in from behind, the angle allowing him to go deeper, his balls slapping against her clit with each plunge. Anjali buried her face in the cushion, muffling her screams, but he pulled her hair gently, arching her back. 'Let me hear you, akkayya. Scream for your thammudu.'

She did, voice raw as he fucked her relentlessly, one hand reaching around to squeeze her swinging breasts, tugging the nipples. The mangalsutra dangled, beads clicking with their movements. Vinay's free hand dipped lower, fingers circling her clit again, feeling it pulse under his touch. Anjali pushed back against him, meeting every thrust, her ass rippling with the impact.

Sweat slicked their bodies, the room growing warmer, the scent of sex heavy in the air. Vinay leaned over her, kissing her spine, licking the salty skin as he slowed his pace, grinding deep instead of pounding. 'I could do this forever,' he murmured, nipping her earlobe. Anjali turned her head, seeking his lips, their kiss sloppy and desperate, tongues thrusting in time with his hips.

He pulled out suddenly, making her whine, and guided her to lie on her side. Spooning behind her, he lifted her top leg, sliding his cock back into her pussy from this intimate angle. His arm wrapped around her waist, hand cupping her breast, kneading it as he thrust lazily, savoring the closeness. Anjali reached back, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him in for more kisses over her shoulder.

'Thammudu... I need more,' she panted, her body trembling on the edge. Vinay's hand slid down, fingers plunging into her alongside his cock—no, wait, he focused on her clit, rubbing furiously now as his thrusts quickened. She came again, pussy convulsing, walls rippling around him, but he held back, wanting to draw it out.

Rolling her onto her back once more, he hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her nearly in half, her flexibility allowing deep penetration. His cock speared into her, hitting her cervix with each thrust, the sensation making her eyes roll back. Anjali's hands clutched his arms, nails digging in, as he leaned down to suck on her nipples alternately, biting down just enough to sting.

'Love you... fuck, akkayya, your pussy is heaven,' he growled, pace brutal now, chasing his release. She met him thrust for thrust, her own climax building again from the relentless stimulation. 'Cum inside me, thammudu! Fill me up!' Her words pushed him over, his balls tightening, cock swelling as he erupted—hot jets of cum painting her insides, triggering her third orgasm of this round. Anjali wailed, body shaking, pussy squirting around him in rhythmic pulses.

They collapsed together, his weight pressing her into the couch, cock still twitching inside her as aftershocks rippled through them. Vinay kissed her temple, her cheek, her lips—soft now, tender. 'You're mine, akkayya. Heart and body.' Anjali nodded weakly, tears of overwhelming emotion streaking her face. 'Yes... all yours.'

But lust lingered, unquenched. After a few minutes of catching their breath, Anjali pushed him onto his back, straddling his hips. His cock, slick with their fluids, hardened again under her gaze. She ground her pussy along his length, coating him anew, her large breasts swaying hypnotically. 'My turn to worship you, thammudu.'

Leaning down, she kissed his chest, tongue tracing his nipples, sucking one into her mouth while pinching the other. Vinay groaned, hands in her hair, guiding her lower. Anjali obliged, licking down his abs, nipping the skin, until she reached his cock. She lapped at the base, tongue flat against the veiny shaft, tasting their mingled essence—salty, tangy, addictive.

Her lips wrapped around the head, sucking gently, tongue swirling the slit to collect the bead of pre-cum there. She took him deeper, inch by inch, her mouth hot and wet, cheeks hollowing as she bobbed. Vinay's hips bucked slightly, but she pinned him down with her hands on his thighs, controlling the pace. She hummed around him, vibrations shooting straight to his balls, and he cursed under his breath.

Anjali deepthroated him then, nose brushing his pubic hair, gagging slightly but pushing through, saliva dripping down his shaft to his sack. She fondled his balls, rolling them in her palm, squeezing lightly as she sucked harder, head moving faster. Vinay's hands fisted her hair, not forcing but encouraging, his moans growing louder. 'Akkayya... your mouth... fuck.'

She pulled off with a gasp, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock, and stroked him with her hand, twisting at the head. Then she licked his balls, sucking one into her mouth, tongue bathing it while her hand pumped his shaft. Switching to the other, she repeated, her free hand dipping to her pussy, fingers circling her clit as she pleasured him.

Rising up, Anjali positioned herself over his cock, sinking down slowly, her pussy engulfing him in one smooth motion. She rode him then, hips rolling in circles, then bouncing, her breasts slapping against her chest with each drop. Vinay sat up, capturing one nipple in his mouth, sucking as she ground down, his hands gripping her ass, fingers digging into the flesh to help lift her.

'Thammudu... so big inside me,' she moaned, head thrown back, mangalsutra swinging. He thrust up to meet her, the angle hitting her g-spot repeatedly, making her pussy clench. One hand slipped between them, thumb on her clit, rubbing in time with their movements. Anjali's pace quickened, riding him hard, the couch creaking under them.

Vinay flipped them again, pinning her beneath him, legs over his arms as he pounded into her, deep and fast. Her pussy squelched with each thrust, cum from before leaking out around his cock. He kissed her fiercely, tongues battling, biting her lower lip. 'Cum with me, akkayya. Milk my cock.'

She did, her orgasm ripping through her, nails raking his back as she screamed. Vinay followed, pumping her full once more, collapsing atop her in a sweaty heap.

Yet, the fire burned on. They moved to the floor, Anjali on top again, this time facing away—reverse cowgirl, her ass cheeks spreading as she impaled herself. Vinay watched, mesmerized, hands spreading her wider, thumb circling her asshole teasingly. She gasped, pushing back, and he pressed the pad against the tight ring, not entering but rubbing as she rode.

'Anjali... your ass is perfect,' he groaned, slapping it lightly, watching the flesh redden and jiggle. She reached back, guiding his hand, and he slipped a finger into her pussy alongside his cock—no, he focused on her ass, dipping the tip in, feeling the resistance. Anjali tensed, then relaxed, moaning as he fingered her ass while she bounced on his cock.

The dual stimulation drove her wild, her movements frantic, pussy and ass clenching. Vinay added a second finger to her ass, scissoring gently, prepping her as she came again, body shuddering. He pulled out of her pussy, slicking his cock with her juices, and pressed the head to her asshole.

'Wait... thammudu, it's too much,' she protested weakly, but lust won, her body pushing back. He entered slowly, inch by inch, her ass tight and hot around him, virgin territory yielding to his invasion. Anjali whimpered, pain mixing with pleasure, but she relaxed, taking him fully.

Vinay thrust gently at first, building speed, one hand reaching around to finger her pussy, thumb on her clit. She rocked back, meeting him, the fullness overwhelming. 'Fuck my ass, thammudu! Yes!' Her words spurred him, pounding harder, the slap of his hips against her ass echoing.

They came together, his cum filling her ass, her pussy squirting onto his hand. Exhausted, they lay entwined on the floor, kissing lazily, love wrapping around their sated bodies.

But as night fell, desire stirred once more. Anjali crawled over him, kissing his softening cock back to hardness, sucking until he was rigid. She straddled his face, lowering her pussy to his mouth, grinding as he licked her clean—tongue delving into her cum-filled holes, sucking her clit.

Vinay flipped her, 69 position, his cock in her mouth as he ate her out. They pleasured each other, moans vibrating through flesh, until orgasms claimed them—her swallowing his load, him drinking her release.

Hours passed in a blur of positions: against the wall, her legs wrapped around him as he thrust up into her pussy; on the kitchen counter, him bending her over, fucking her from behind while fingering her ass; in the shower later, water cascading as he took her standing, cock sliding between her soapy breasts before entering her mouth, then her pussy.

Each act was laced with declarations of love—'I adore you, akkayya,' between thrusts; 'Forever yours, thammudu,' gasped during climaxes, while the prativrata's guilt rescinded into the background. Anjali's shyness returned in quiet moments, but lust always pulled her back, her body responding eagerly to his touch.

By evening, they collapsed on the bed—Priya's bed, forgotten in their passion—bodies marked with bites and bruises, sheets soaked. Vinay held her, cock finally spent inside her pussy one last time, as they drifted into sleep, the amulet's glow fading, their bond sealed in sweat and seed.