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Chapter 6: The First Time
Rohan undressed her slowly, as if unwrapping a precious gift. Each revealed inch of skin seemed to glow in the ambient light from the city. When she was completely naked, he simply looked, his appreciation evident.
"You're breathtaking," he said, his voice hushed.
Riya, usually self-conscious about her body, felt only desire under his gaze. "You're overdressed."
He stood to remove his clothes, and when he was naked, Riya's eyes widened. She had heard rumors, seen the way women looked at him, but the reality was still shocking. He was fully erect, thick and long, the head flushed dark.
"Rohan..." she whispered.
"Too much?" he asked, though he knew the answer.
She shook her head, reaching for him. "Just right."
He joined her on the bed, their bodies aligning naturally. The first touch of skin against skin made them both gasp. Rohan began with kisses—her mouth, her neck, the valley between her breasts. He took his time, learning her responses, cataloging what made her sigh and what made her shudder.
When his mouth closed over her nipple, she cried out, her back arching. He alternated between gentle suction and light bites, his hand stroking her other breast. Her hands tangled in his hair, holding him to her.
"Please," she begged, though for what exactly she wasn't sure.
Rohan moved downward, kissing her stomach, the curve of her hips. When he reached the junction of her thighs, he looked up at her. "I want to taste you."
Before she could answer, he lowered his mouth to her. The first touch of his tongue made her cry out, her hips lifting off the bed. He explored her thoroughly, learning her rhythm, finding the spots that made her gasp and moan. Unlike Rasel, who had performed oral sex as a reluctant duty, Rohan seemed to revel in it.
"Don't stop," she begged as her climax built. "Oh God, don't..."
He didn't, his tongue working her with expert precision until she came with a cry that echoed in the spacious room, her body convulsing under his mouth.
Before she could recover, Rohan moved up her body, kissing his way back to her mouth. She could taste herself on his lips, a intimacy that thrilled her.
"I need you inside me," she said against his mouth.
He reached for a condom on the nightstand—prepared, she noted—and rolled it on. Then he positioned himself between her legs, the head of his erection pressing against her entrance.
"Look at me," he said.
She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze as he pushed slowly inside. The stretch was intense, almost too much, but he moved with careful control, allowing her body to adjust.
"Okay?" he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
She nodded, her nails digging into his shoulders. "More."
He sank deeper, and when he was fully seated, they both stilled, overwhelmed by the sensation. Riya had never felt so full, so completely occupied.
"Move," she whispered.
He began with slow, deep strokes, each one hitting depths she hadn't known existed. With each thrust, her pleasure built again, coiling tight in her belly.
"Harder," she found herself saying, surprising herself.
Rohan complied, his thrusts becoming more powerful. The bed began to rock against the wall, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the room. Riya's cries grew louder, less restrained.
"Yes, there, right there!" she screamed as he hit a spot that sent lightning through her veins.
He changed angle slightly, finding that spot with every thrust. Riya felt another climax building, faster and stronger than the first.
"I'm going to..." she warned.
"Come for me," he commanded, and she did, shattering around him with a scream that felt ripped from her soul.
Through her climax, he kept moving, his own control formidable. When her spasms subsided, he rolled them over so she was on top.
"Your turn," he said, his hands on her hips.
Riya rose above him, taking him inside her again. The new position allowed her to control the depth and angle. She moved tentatively at first, then with growing confidence as she found a rhythm that worked for her.
"Fuck," Rohan breathed, his eyes dark with desire. "You're incredible."
She rode him, her breasts swaying with the motion. Rohan reached up to cup them, his thumbs circling her nipples. The dual stimulation pushed her toward another climax.
"I can't..." she gasped. "Too much..."
"You can," he said, sitting up so they were chest to chest, his arms around her. "Come again."
He took over the rhythm, driving up into her as she clung to his shoulders. This time when she came, he joined her, his own release tearing a groan from deep in his chest.
They collapsed together, breathing ragged. For long minutes, the only sound was their slowing breath and the distant hum of Dhaka at night.
Finally, Riya spoke into the darkness. "That was..."
"Just the beginning," Rohan finished.
Rohan undressed her slowly, as if unwrapping a precious gift. Each revealed inch of skin seemed to glow in the ambient light from the city. When she was completely naked, he simply looked, his appreciation evident.
"You're breathtaking," he said, his voice hushed.
Riya, usually self-conscious about her body, felt only desire under his gaze. "You're overdressed."
He stood to remove his clothes, and when he was naked, Riya's eyes widened. She had heard rumors, seen the way women looked at him, but the reality was still shocking. He was fully erect, thick and long, the head flushed dark.
"Rohan..." she whispered.
"Too much?" he asked, though he knew the answer.
She shook her head, reaching for him. "Just right."
He joined her on the bed, their bodies aligning naturally. The first touch of skin against skin made them both gasp. Rohan began with kisses—her mouth, her neck, the valley between her breasts. He took his time, learning her responses, cataloging what made her sigh and what made her shudder.
When his mouth closed over her nipple, she cried out, her back arching. He alternated between gentle suction and light bites, his hand stroking her other breast. Her hands tangled in his hair, holding him to her.
"Please," she begged, though for what exactly she wasn't sure.
Rohan moved downward, kissing her stomach, the curve of her hips. When he reached the junction of her thighs, he looked up at her. "I want to taste you."
Before she could answer, he lowered his mouth to her. The first touch of his tongue made her cry out, her hips lifting off the bed. He explored her thoroughly, learning her rhythm, finding the spots that made her gasp and moan. Unlike Rasel, who had performed oral sex as a reluctant duty, Rohan seemed to revel in it.
"Don't stop," she begged as her climax built. "Oh God, don't..."
He didn't, his tongue working her with expert precision until she came with a cry that echoed in the spacious room, her body convulsing under his mouth.
Before she could recover, Rohan moved up her body, kissing his way back to her mouth. She could taste herself on his lips, a intimacy that thrilled her.
"I need you inside me," she said against his mouth.
He reached for a condom on the nightstand—prepared, she noted—and rolled it on. Then he positioned himself between her legs, the head of his erection pressing against her entrance.
"Look at me," he said.
She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze as he pushed slowly inside. The stretch was intense, almost too much, but he moved with careful control, allowing her body to adjust.
"Okay?" he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
She nodded, her nails digging into his shoulders. "More."
He sank deeper, and when he was fully seated, they both stilled, overwhelmed by the sensation. Riya had never felt so full, so completely occupied.
"Move," she whispered.
He began with slow, deep strokes, each one hitting depths she hadn't known existed. With each thrust, her pleasure built again, coiling tight in her belly.
"Harder," she found herself saying, surprising herself.
Rohan complied, his thrusts becoming more powerful. The bed began to rock against the wall, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the room. Riya's cries grew louder, less restrained.
"Yes, there, right there!" she screamed as he hit a spot that sent lightning through her veins.
He changed angle slightly, finding that spot with every thrust. Riya felt another climax building, faster and stronger than the first.
"I'm going to..." she warned.
"Come for me," he commanded, and she did, shattering around him with a scream that felt ripped from her soul.
Through her climax, he kept moving, his own control formidable. When her spasms subsided, he rolled them over so she was on top.
"Your turn," he said, his hands on her hips.
Riya rose above him, taking him inside her again. The new position allowed her to control the depth and angle. She moved tentatively at first, then with growing confidence as she found a rhythm that worked for her.
"Fuck," Rohan breathed, his eyes dark with desire. "You're incredible."
She rode him, her breasts swaying with the motion. Rohan reached up to cup them, his thumbs circling her nipples. The dual stimulation pushed her toward another climax.
"I can't..." she gasped. "Too much..."
"You can," he said, sitting up so they were chest to chest, his arms around her. "Come again."
He took over the rhythm, driving up into her as she clung to his shoulders. This time when she came, he joined her, his own release tearing a groan from deep in his chest.
They collapsed together, breathing ragged. For long minutes, the only sound was their slowing breath and the distant hum of Dhaka at night.
Finally, Riya spoke into the darkness. "That was..."
"Just the beginning," Rohan finished.
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