Kerala Arranged Marriage

[vickyxon]

I woke up before her. For a long moment, I didn't move, simply watching the way the morning light played over Sowmya’s skin. We were completely nude, the white blanket having been kicked to the foot of the bed in the heat of the second round. She looked like a masterpiece—her dark hair a chaotic halo on the pillow, her "perky" breasts rising and falling in a deep, peaceful slumber, and that diamond ring glinting stubbornly on her finger.

As the light touched her face, her eyelashes fluttered. She groaned softly, stretching her limbs, and as she realized where she was—and how exposed she was—a deep, beautiful crimson flooded her cheeks. She looked down at our tangled legs and then up at me, her eyes wide and suddenly shy.

"Vicky-chetta..." she whispered, her voice husky and wrecked from the hours of screaming my name.

She instinctively reached for the blanket to cover herself, her "good girl" teacher instincts kicking back in with the daylight. She tried to sit up, her muscles clearly stiff from the night's gymnastics. "We... we have to get ready. My parents will be expecting us."

I didn't let her move. I reached out, my hand catching her waist and pulling her back down against the mattress. I hovered over her, pinning her wrists gently above her head, my body heat immediately radiating into hers.

"The roads are still drying, Sowmya," I growled, my voice vibrating with a morning gravel that made her shiver. "And I haven't finished saying good morning yet."

The sight of her in the daylight was even more devastating than the night before. I could see every detail—the faint marks of my teeth on her shoulder, the way her nipples hardened instantly as I looked at them, and the slight, beautiful swelling of her lips. My cock, fueled by the sight of her golden nudity, throbbed back to life, pressing hard and insistent against her thigh.

I didn't give her a chance to argue. I lowered my head, my tongue lashing against her neck, then moving down to take one of those straining peaks into my mouth. She let out a loud, startled moan that echoed sharply in the quiet morning air. Her shyness evaporated in an instant, replaced by a raw, desperate hunger.

I guided myself to her entrance. She was still tender, still sensitive, but she was incredibly slick. As I slid home, burying my full length into her in one smooth, deep thrust, her eyes literally rolled back into her head.

"Ahhh! Chetta!" she wailed, her back arching so high her chest pressed into mine.

The sounds were different in the morning—sharper, clearer. The slap of our skin meeting with rhythmic force, the wet, sliding sound of our shared lubrication, and her loud, uninhibited cries that I knew must be vibrating through the hotel walls.

I moved with a relentless, driving pace. I wanted her to carry the feeling of me all the way back to her house. I leaned down, licking the sweat from the valley of her breasts, my hands sliding under her "fine ass" to lift her higher, meeting every one of my thrusts.

"Vicky... Vicky-chetta! I'm... I'm there!" she screamed, her voice hitting a high, melodic note.

I felt her internal walls begin to ripple in a violent, cascading orgasm. The sight of her face—eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy—was the final trigger. I let out a low, guttural roar, my body locking as I shot another thick, hot jet of life deep inside her.

We collapsed together, our skin slick and sliding, the morning sun warming our exhausted bodies. We lay there for a long time, gasping for breath, the silence of the room filled only by the thundering of our hearts.

"Now," I whispered into her ear, "we can go see your parents."

She couldn't even answer; she just gripped my hand, the diamond ring pressing into my palm, a silent vow that the night—and the morning—had changed us forever.