01-03-2026, 04:52 PM
The sight of her—completely bared to me on those white sheets—shattered the last of my composure. As I looked at the way her breasts rose and fell with her panicked, hungry breathing, I felt a primitive urge to mark her, to let her know that she was no longer alone in this desire.
I lowered my head, my mouth closing over the soft swell of her breast, and I let my teeth graze the sensitive peak. I felt her entire body bolt upright for a split second. A sharp, melodic cry escaped her throat—a sound that was half-shock and half-ecstasy. She reached up, her fingers tangling desperately in my hair, pulling me closer as if she wanted to fuse our bodies together.
"Vicky... ah... please..." she whimpered, her voice breaking.
I didn't stop. I moved from one breast to the other, my tongue lashing against her nipples while my hand found the opposite one, rolling and squeezing the dark, tight bud between my thumb and forefinger. She began to writhe beneath me, her hips thrashing against the mattress in a restless, instinctive dance. The sound of her skin frictioning against the bedsheets mingled with the wet, rhythmic sounds of my mouth on her.
My mind was a haze of fire, but my body knew exactly what it was looking for. While I kept her occupied with the intense sensation at her chest, I let my right hand slide down. I traced the dip of her waist and the soft, rounded flare of her hip, moving lower and lower.
I felt her breath hitch and hold as my fingers brushed the inner silk of her thighs. She was burning up, a feverish heat radiating from her. As my hand moved further inward, searching through the soft curls, I found what I was looking for.
She was drenched. Not from the Ernakulam rain this time, but from her own desire for me.
Finding her so ready, so slick and swollen, sent a roar of triumph through my head. I looked up at her face; her eyes were rolled back, her lips parted as she gasped for air that didn't seem to be enough. I began to circle the center of her pleasure with my middle finger, a slow, agonizingly deliberate movement.
"You're so wet for me, Sowmya," I growled against her skin, my voice vibrating through her. "Do you feel what you're doing to me?"
The moment I slipped my finger inside her, she let out a long, high-pitched moan that ended in a sob. She gripped the headboard of the bed, her knuckles white, her back arching so high that only her heels and head touched the linen. I could feel the internal rhythmic pulsing of her muscles tightening around my finger, a physical "yes" that no words could match.
The sounds in the room were a chaotic symphony now. The frantic, wet squelch of my movements inside her, the guttural, animalistic sounds coming from my own chest and her incoherent murmurs, calling my name over and over like a prayer.
Every nerve in my body was screaming. My cock was so hard it felt like stone, pulsing painfully against the zipper of my jeans. I was at my limit. I needed to feel her without any barriers—no denim, no cotton, just the raw, electric contact of our skin.
I pulled my hand back for a moment, and she made a small, protesting sound of loss.
"Patience, my love," I whispered, my eyes dark with a promise. "I'm not going anywhere."
I lowered my head, my mouth closing over the soft swell of her breast, and I let my teeth graze the sensitive peak. I felt her entire body bolt upright for a split second. A sharp, melodic cry escaped her throat—a sound that was half-shock and half-ecstasy. She reached up, her fingers tangling desperately in my hair, pulling me closer as if she wanted to fuse our bodies together.
"Vicky... ah... please..." she whimpered, her voice breaking.
I didn't stop. I moved from one breast to the other, my tongue lashing against her nipples while my hand found the opposite one, rolling and squeezing the dark, tight bud between my thumb and forefinger. She began to writhe beneath me, her hips thrashing against the mattress in a restless, instinctive dance. The sound of her skin frictioning against the bedsheets mingled with the wet, rhythmic sounds of my mouth on her.
My mind was a haze of fire, but my body knew exactly what it was looking for. While I kept her occupied with the intense sensation at her chest, I let my right hand slide down. I traced the dip of her waist and the soft, rounded flare of her hip, moving lower and lower.
I felt her breath hitch and hold as my fingers brushed the inner silk of her thighs. She was burning up, a feverish heat radiating from her. As my hand moved further inward, searching through the soft curls, I found what I was looking for.
She was drenched. Not from the Ernakulam rain this time, but from her own desire for me.
Finding her so ready, so slick and swollen, sent a roar of triumph through my head. I looked up at her face; her eyes were rolled back, her lips parted as she gasped for air that didn't seem to be enough. I began to circle the center of her pleasure with my middle finger, a slow, agonizingly deliberate movement.
"You're so wet for me, Sowmya," I growled against her skin, my voice vibrating through her. "Do you feel what you're doing to me?"
The moment I slipped my finger inside her, she let out a long, high-pitched moan that ended in a sob. She gripped the headboard of the bed, her knuckles white, her back arching so high that only her heels and head touched the linen. I could feel the internal rhythmic pulsing of her muscles tightening around my finger, a physical "yes" that no words could match.
The sounds in the room were a chaotic symphony now. The frantic, wet squelch of my movements inside her, the guttural, animalistic sounds coming from my own chest and her incoherent murmurs, calling my name over and over like a prayer.
Every nerve in my body was screaming. My cock was so hard it felt like stone, pulsing painfully against the zipper of my jeans. I was at my limit. I needed to feel her without any barriers—no denim, no cotton, just the raw, electric contact of our skin.
I pulled my hand back for a moment, and she made a small, protesting sound of loss.
"Patience, my love," I whispered, my eyes dark with a promise. "I'm not going anywhere."
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