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Chapter 7: The Night Unfolds
They didn't sleep that night, not really. Instead, they explored each other with the hunger of people who had been starving.
After recovering from their first coupling, Rohan led Riya to the shower. Under the warm spray, he washed her with a tenderness that contrasted with their earlier urgency. His hands moved over her body with soap, lingering in the curves and hollows.
"You have the most amazing body," he said, his voice echoing in the tiled space.
Riya, who had spent years feeling her body was wrong, felt tears prick her eyes. "You make me feel..."
"Beautiful?" he finished, turning her to face him. "You are."
He kissed her, the water streaming over them. Then he dropped to his knees before her, his mouth finding her again. This time, with the water adding sensation, her climax was almost immediate, her cries bouncing off the tiles.
Back in bed, they tried different positions—Rohan showing a knowledge of anatomy that spoke of extensive experience. He took her from behind, his hands gripping her hips as he drove into her.
"Your ass," he groaned, giving it a sharp slap that made her cry out in surprise and pleasure. "Perfect."
"Harder," she begged, and he complied, the sound of their bodies meeting growing louder.
Later, they lay side by side, facing each other. Rohan entered her slowly, their eyes locked. This position allowed for deep, intimate connection, each thrust a conversation.
"Tell me what you want," he murmured.
"Everything," she answered, and meant it.
As dawn approached, Rohan positioned her on her side, spooning behind her. He entered her from this angle, his arm wrapped around her, his hand between her legs. The position allowed him to stimulate her clitoris as he moved inside her.
Riya lost count of her orgasms. Each time she thought she was spent, he found a way to bring her back. His stamina was legendary for a reason—he could maintain an erection long after climax, could bring himself to the edge and back down again.
During one particularly intense coupling, with Riya on her hands and knees and Rohan driving into her from behind, she felt something shift inside her—not just physical, but emotional.
"Rohan," she gasped as he hit a spot that made her see stars.
"I know," he said, his voice strained. "I feel it too."
They collapsed together as the first light of Sunday filtered through the windows. This time, when Rohan pulled her against him, she fell into exhausted sleep.
They didn't sleep that night, not really. Instead, they explored each other with the hunger of people who had been starving.
After recovering from their first coupling, Rohan led Riya to the shower. Under the warm spray, he washed her with a tenderness that contrasted with their earlier urgency. His hands moved over her body with soap, lingering in the curves and hollows.
"You have the most amazing body," he said, his voice echoing in the tiled space.
Riya, who had spent years feeling her body was wrong, felt tears prick her eyes. "You make me feel..."
"Beautiful?" he finished, turning her to face him. "You are."
He kissed her, the water streaming over them. Then he dropped to his knees before her, his mouth finding her again. This time, with the water adding sensation, her climax was almost immediate, her cries bouncing off the tiles.
Back in bed, they tried different positions—Rohan showing a knowledge of anatomy that spoke of extensive experience. He took her from behind, his hands gripping her hips as he drove into her.
"Your ass," he groaned, giving it a sharp slap that made her cry out in surprise and pleasure. "Perfect."
"Harder," she begged, and he complied, the sound of their bodies meeting growing louder.
Later, they lay side by side, facing each other. Rohan entered her slowly, their eyes locked. This position allowed for deep, intimate connection, each thrust a conversation.
"Tell me what you want," he murmured.
"Everything," she answered, and meant it.
As dawn approached, Rohan positioned her on her side, spooning behind her. He entered her from this angle, his arm wrapped around her, his hand between her legs. The position allowed him to stimulate her clitoris as he moved inside her.
Riya lost count of her orgasms. Each time she thought she was spent, he found a way to bring her back. His stamina was legendary for a reason—he could maintain an erection long after climax, could bring himself to the edge and back down again.
During one particularly intense coupling, with Riya on her hands and knees and Rohan driving into her from behind, she felt something shift inside her—not just physical, but emotional.
"Rohan," she gasped as he hit a spot that made her see stars.
"I know," he said, his voice strained. "I feel it too."
They collapsed together as the first light of Sunday filtered through the windows. This time, when Rohan pulled her against him, she fell into exhausted sleep.
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