Kerala Arranged Marriage

[vickyxon]

The transition from the quiet afterglow to the second round was electric. My body, which I thought had been drained, surged back to life at the feel of her palms roaming over my chest. The shyness that had defined her earlier had been burned away by the fire of her first climax, replaced by a bold, intuitive curiosity.

Sowmya didn't wait for me to lead. She shifted her weight, the white blanket falling away to reveal her golden, sweat-sheened skin. She climbed over me, her knees settling on either side of my hips. I watched, breathless, as she gripped my pulsing length and guided me to her entrance.

As she slowly lowered herself onto me, a long, shaky moan vibrated from her throat. Her head tossed back, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders like a silken veil. I watched her breasts—the perky, magnificent curves I had longed for—swaying with the effort of taking all of me back inside.

"Vicky... ahh... you're so... big," she gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as she seated herself fully.

She began to move, a slow, vertical grind that made the bed frame groan in sympathy. The sound of our bodies meeting—the wet, rhythmic shuck-shuck of her internal heat gripping me—was the only music I needed. I reached up, my hands catching her waist to steady her, then sliding upward to capture her breasts. I rolled her nipples between my thumbs, hearing her cry out, her moans becoming sharper, more rhythmic.

As her pace quickened, she leaned forward, her hands flat against my chest for leverage. She transitioned into a fierce, driving gallop. The sight was devastating—her "fine ass" bouncing with every powerful thrust, the diamond on her hand flashing with every movement.

I reached up, pulling her down so I could latch onto her breasts. I sucked and licked at the straining peaks, my tongue swirling around the dark, tight buds while she rode me with an abandoned, primal energy.

"Ah! Vicky! Right there... don't stop!"

The sounds were visceral: the wet slap of skin, her loud, unrestrained wails of "Ah... Ah... Ah!", and the gutteral, growling sounds of my own breath. I felt the tension building in her again, her internal walls beginning to pulse and clench around me like a vice. With a final, high-pitched scream that echoed off the hotel walls, she collapsed against my chest, her body bucking in the throes of her first orgasm of the second round.

I didn't let the fire die. Before she could even catch her breath, I gripped her hips and flipped her onto her back, pinning her to the mattress in a classic missionary stance. I wanted to see her face when we finished this.

I entered her again with a hard, deep thrust that made her eyes roll back. I was relentless now, my movements a blur of power and need. I leaned down, my mouth finding hers in a bruising, hungry kiss, our tongues tangling as desperately as our limbs.

"Together, Sowmya... now!" I rasped against her lips.

I drove into her with everything I had left. I felt her legs hook around my waist, pulling me into the very depths of her. The friction was a roar in my ears. As I felt the first jet of my release begin to build, she let out a shattered, guttural moan, her entire body vibrating as she hit her second climax of the round.
I followed her into the abyss, grunting as I shot load after load of hot, thick life deep into her, filling her until she overflowed.

We fell apart, limbs tangled, lungs burning as we fought for air. The room was silent except for our ragged, synchronized gasps and the distant, fading sound of the rain. We were drenched in sweat, our skin literal magnets for one another.

I pulled the blanket back over us, tucking her small, exhausted frame into my side. The diamond on her finger rested against my heart. We didn't need words. The mathematics of the night was complete; the sum of us was finally, perfectly, one.