Kerala Arranged Marriage

[vickyxon]

I could see it in her eyes—the way the pupils had swallowed the iris, leaving only a dark, shimmering hunger. She was losing her grip on reality, and I wanted to be the one to push her over the edge. I moved down, my body sliding against hers until I was positioned between her thighs. I gently pushed her knees apart, exposing the most intimate part of her to the soft, golden light of the room.

She looked so beautiful, so raw. I lowered my head, and the moment my tongue made contact with her swollen, aching center, she let out a cry that seemed to come from her very soul. It wasn't just a sound; it was a surrender.

I didn't hold back. I let my tongue work in rhythmic, sweeping motions, drinking in the nectar she was producing for me. To push her further, I slid a finger inside her again, feeling the incredible heat and the way her muscles clamped down on me in desperate, rhythmic pulses.

"Ah... Vicky! Vicky-chetta!" she screamed, her head tossing from side to side on the pillow. Her fingers were buried in my hair, pulling me harder against her, her hips bucking upward as if she were trying to climb into my mouth.

I felt it coming before she did. A sudden, violent tension took over her entire frame. Her legs locked, her toes curled, and her breath hitched in a jagged, endless sob.

"Ah... Vicky... don't stop... something is happening... Oh god, chetta!"

Her eyes rolled back, showing only the whites for a terrifying, beautiful second. Then, it happened. The "calculus" of her pleasure finally reached its breaking point. I felt the internal explosion—a rhythmic, powerful contraction that gripped my finger with incredible force.

And then, the flood.

A warm, sweet gush of her essence washed over my hand and my mouth. It was a torrent, a physical manifestation of her release. She was squirting, her body losing all control as the waves of her first-ever orgasm crashed over her. She let out a long, high-pitched wail that died down into a series of broken, breathless whimpers.

I didn't stop. I lingered there, my tongue lapping up every drop of her honeyed release, tasting the salt and the sweetness of her climax. I wanted her to know that every part of her, even her most primal reactions, was precious to me.

I finally pulled back and looked up at her. She was limp, her chest heaving as she tried to remember how to breathe. Her face was flushed a deep, beautiful crimson, and a few stray tears of pure overwhelming sensation tracked down her temples.

"Did you feel that, Sowmya?" I whispered, my voice a low, gravelly rasp.

She couldn't speak. She just nodded weakly, her eyes slowly coming back to focus on mine. They were glazed with a newfound wisdom, the look of a woman who had just discovered a hidden universe within herself.


But as I looked at her, the ache in my own body reached a fever pitch. My cock was throbbing so hard it felt like it might burst through my skin. I had given her her first taste of heaven, but now, the hunger in me was a fire that only she could extinguish.