23-12-2025, 05:16 PM
Chapter 33 - The plan in unfolds.
As he released her hand, she kept it there — fingers curling instinctively around the thick heat of him through the fabric, feeling the pulse, the urgency.
A small, unconscious squeeze.
Rohan's breath hitched.
He looked at her — eyes dark, pleading.
"I need this, Nivi. Please... make my birthday memorable."
His voice was husky, raw with want, but still gentle — asking, not demanding.
She whispered, voice trembling with the weight of her decision — guilt, desire, care all tangled.
"This is the best I can do for you..."
As Rohan was about to remove his night pant, fingers hooking the waistband...
Nivi said softly, "Let me turn away and just give my hand — you place it."
Rohan exhaled, voice husky with relief and restraint.
"Okay..."
Nivi turned opposite way — back to him, heart pounding.
Rohan front pressing her back now — warm skin on skin as he quickly shed the last barrier.
He was stark nude.
He placed his thick, throbbing penis in her waiting hand — hot, velvet over steel, veins pulsing under her fingers.
She was stroking in bare hands… without looking at it — slow at first, tentative, exploring the length, the girth, the way it jumped at her touch.
Learning the heat, the pulse, the slick bead at the tip that she spread with her thumb.
Firm grip now — up and down, rhythm building.
Rohan's breath ragged against her neck, hot puffs sending shivers down her spine.
His hips shifted slightly — instinctive thrusts into her fist.
Five minutes — her hand moving steady, twisting lightly at the head, squeezing base.
His groans low, muffled against her shoulder.
But not enough to unleash his deeper plan…
He whispered, voice pleading, lips brushing her ear.
“Nivi… maybe I should first treat you well..”
She broke into laughter — surprised, light, the sound cutting the tension like a spark in the dark.
“What? What are you going to do?”
He lifted her nighty slowly — fabric bunching at her waist.
Brought his hand between her thighs — warm palm sliding up smooth skin.
Under the nighty. Panty pushed aside gently.
Nivi jerked — body tensing, "No.. I just..."
Rohan said firmly but soft, "NO Nivi we need this… let's do this for each other.. Every time I kiss you I know you miss this heat… don't cheat yourself…"
He gasped as his fingers met slick folds — warm, soaked, betraying her want.
“Nivi… you’re so wet.”
He circled her clit — slow, teasing strokes, feather-light at first, watching her reaction.
Watched her face — every flutter of eyelids, every parted lip, every small gasp.
Learned her — pressure here made her hips twitch, speed there made her breath hitch.
One finger slipped inside — gentle, deep, curling to explore.
Then two — stretching, filling.
Curled perfectly.
Nivi surrendered to the pleasure — body relaxing into him, back arching slightly.
She stopped complaining — her grip on his penis slowly losing strength as waves built, pleasure taking over what she missed for years.
He slowly asked, lips at her ear, "When did you have satisfying sex last.."
Nivi didn't reply — just moaned softly, head falling back against his shoulder.
He found the spot that made her back arch sharp — fingers pressing, rubbing.
Thumb on clit — steady pressure, circles tightening.
Building her slowly. Higher.
Her moans soft — muffled against his neck as she buried her face there, hiding the sounds.
Breaths coming in gasps — short, desperate.
He kissed her ear, whispered.
“Let go for me. I want to feel you come.”
He lifted from the bed slightly and quickly went under the bedsheet — movement fluid, determined.
He pulled panties completely down — slowly, reverently — letting the cool air hit her wetness, making her shiver.
She was soaked — glistening in the low light.
He groaned softly at the sight — low, hungry.
Then lowered his mouth.
The first touch of his tongue — warm, flat, slow — made her gasp loud, body jolting.
He tasted her like she was the only thing that mattered — long, deliberate licks from entrance to clit.
Circles around her clit — tight, focused.
Then gentle sucking — pulling the sensitive bud between lips.
She arched off the bed — hands fisting the sheets, knuckles white.
Under the thin bedsheet, her body moved like a wave — hips rolling, thighs trembling.
He held her thighs open — gentle but firm, not letting her close.
Tongue dipping inside her — fucking her with it slow.
Then back to her clit — relentless, perfect pressure, speed varying to keep her on edge.
She moaned — soft at first, then louder, broken, desperate.
“Rohan…”
He didn’t stop.
He knew this was the right moment.
He crawled back up.
Body over hers.
Skin on skin — sweat-slick, hot.
His cock — hard again, aching — slid along her slick folds.
Pressed at her entrance.
Both wet.
Ready.
He looked into her eyes — pleading, loving, asking without words.
She felt him there — thick, hot, wanting to fill her.
Her breath hitched.
The moment stretched — charged, inevitable.
As he released her hand, she kept it there — fingers curling instinctively around the thick heat of him through the fabric, feeling the pulse, the urgency.
A small, unconscious squeeze.
Rohan's breath hitched.
He looked at her — eyes dark, pleading.
"I need this, Nivi. Please... make my birthday memorable."
His voice was husky, raw with want, but still gentle — asking, not demanding.
She whispered, voice trembling with the weight of her decision — guilt, desire, care all tangled.
"This is the best I can do for you..."
As Rohan was about to remove his night pant, fingers hooking the waistband...
Nivi said softly, "Let me turn away and just give my hand — you place it."
Rohan exhaled, voice husky with relief and restraint.
"Okay..."
Nivi turned opposite way — back to him, heart pounding.
Rohan front pressing her back now — warm skin on skin as he quickly shed the last barrier.
He was stark nude.
He placed his thick, throbbing penis in her waiting hand — hot, velvet over steel, veins pulsing under her fingers.
She was stroking in bare hands… without looking at it — slow at first, tentative, exploring the length, the girth, the way it jumped at her touch.
Learning the heat, the pulse, the slick bead at the tip that she spread with her thumb.
Firm grip now — up and down, rhythm building.
Rohan's breath ragged against her neck, hot puffs sending shivers down her spine.
His hips shifted slightly — instinctive thrusts into her fist.
Five minutes — her hand moving steady, twisting lightly at the head, squeezing base.
His groans low, muffled against her shoulder.
But not enough to unleash his deeper plan…
He whispered, voice pleading, lips brushing her ear.
“Nivi… maybe I should first treat you well..”
She broke into laughter — surprised, light, the sound cutting the tension like a spark in the dark.
“What? What are you going to do?”
He lifted her nighty slowly — fabric bunching at her waist.
Brought his hand between her thighs — warm palm sliding up smooth skin.
Under the nighty. Panty pushed aside gently.
Nivi jerked — body tensing, "No.. I just..."
Rohan said firmly but soft, "NO Nivi we need this… let's do this for each other.. Every time I kiss you I know you miss this heat… don't cheat yourself…"
He gasped as his fingers met slick folds — warm, soaked, betraying her want.
“Nivi… you’re so wet.”
He circled her clit — slow, teasing strokes, feather-light at first, watching her reaction.
Watched her face — every flutter of eyelids, every parted lip, every small gasp.
Learned her — pressure here made her hips twitch, speed there made her breath hitch.
One finger slipped inside — gentle, deep, curling to explore.
Then two — stretching, filling.
Curled perfectly.
Nivi surrendered to the pleasure — body relaxing into him, back arching slightly.
She stopped complaining — her grip on his penis slowly losing strength as waves built, pleasure taking over what she missed for years.
He slowly asked, lips at her ear, "When did you have satisfying sex last.."
Nivi didn't reply — just moaned softly, head falling back against his shoulder.
He found the spot that made her back arch sharp — fingers pressing, rubbing.
Thumb on clit — steady pressure, circles tightening.
Building her slowly. Higher.
Her moans soft — muffled against his neck as she buried her face there, hiding the sounds.
Breaths coming in gasps — short, desperate.
He kissed her ear, whispered.
“Let go for me. I want to feel you come.”
He lifted from the bed slightly and quickly went under the bedsheet — movement fluid, determined.
He pulled panties completely down — slowly, reverently — letting the cool air hit her wetness, making her shiver.
She was soaked — glistening in the low light.
He groaned softly at the sight — low, hungry.
Then lowered his mouth.
The first touch of his tongue — warm, flat, slow — made her gasp loud, body jolting.
He tasted her like she was the only thing that mattered — long, deliberate licks from entrance to clit.
Circles around her clit — tight, focused.
Then gentle sucking — pulling the sensitive bud between lips.
She arched off the bed — hands fisting the sheets, knuckles white.
Under the thin bedsheet, her body moved like a wave — hips rolling, thighs trembling.
He held her thighs open — gentle but firm, not letting her close.
Tongue dipping inside her — fucking her with it slow.
Then back to her clit — relentless, perfect pressure, speed varying to keep her on edge.
She moaned — soft at first, then louder, broken, desperate.
“Rohan…”
He didn’t stop.
He knew this was the right moment.
He crawled back up.
Body over hers.
Skin on skin — sweat-slick, hot.
His cock — hard again, aching — slid along her slick folds.
Pressed at her entrance.
Both wet.
Ready.
He looked into her eyes — pleading, loving, asking without words.
She felt him there — thick, hot, wanting to fill her.
Her breath hitched.
The moment stretched — charged, inevitable.
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