Kerala Arranged Marriage

[vickyxon]

I didn't pull away immediately. I carried her to the small bed in the corner of her room, our bodies still slick and connected by a thin veil of sweat. We lay there nude, tangling our limbs under the slow whir of the ceiling fan. My hand found the curve of her hip, my thumb tracing the line of her "fine ass" while her fingers played with the hair on my chest.

"Sowmya," I whispered, my voice still thick from the roar of my climax. 

"Seeing you like this... it makes me think. When do you want to have a baby? When do you want us to start our family?"

She looked up at me, her eyes soft and reflecting the diamond on her finger. A playful, slightly mischievous smile touched her lips—the look of a woman who had fully embraced her own desires.

"A baby?" she teased, her hand sliding down to trace the length of me, which was already beginning to stir again at her touch. 

"I want many kids, Vicky-chetta. A whole house full of them. Honestly? I’m okay with having one immediately. I want to carry a part of you inside me."

The honesty in her voice, mixed with the casual way she spoke of our future while lying nude in my arms, sent a fresh surge of adrenaline through me. The "good girl" teacher was talking about the ultimate creation, and the thought of my seed taking root in her fertile warmth made my cock throb with a renewed, primal hunger.

"Immediately, huh?" I growled, my hand moving to capture her breast, squeezing the perky swell until she let out a soft, airy moan. "You realize what that means for the next twenty minutes, don't you?"

She didn't answer with words. She arched her back, pressing her hardened nipples against my chest and wrapping her legs around my waist, pulling me back into the cradle of her thighs.

I rose above her, my muscles tensing. I didn't go slow this time. I positioned myself and, with one powerful, territorial thrust, I pushed my entire length into her in one go.

"Ahhh! Vickychetta!" she wailed, her eyes rolling back as her internal walls stretched to accommodate the sudden, total invasion.

The sex was different now—it was rough, urgent, and fueled by the talk of legacy. I wasn't just making love; I was marking her. I gripped her wrists and pinned them to the pillow, my thrusts becoming heavy, rhythmic pistons that made the wooden bed frame clatter against the wall.
The sounds in the room were a raw, unfiltered symphony, the wet, frantic slap-slap-slap of our bodies colliding, her loud, uninhibited cries of "Yes! More! Vicky-chetta, give me everything!", and the sound of her breath catching and breaking into jagged sobs of pleasure.

I watched her face as I drove deeper and harder than ever before. She was a blur of golden skin and dark, tossing hair. As I hit the very back of her, I felt her body lock. Her legs straightened, her toes curled, and suddenly, a violent, hot gush of liquid erupted from her, soaking the sheets and my thighs.

She was squirting again—a total, body-shattering release that left her shaking.

The sight of her coming so hard under me broke the final dam. I let out a guttural roar, my body stiffening as I erupted deep inside her once more, sending a massive, hot jet of cum toward her womb, answering her wish for a child with every pulsing drop.

We collapsed into each other, gasping for air, our hearts drumming a frantic, identical beat. The room was silent for a moment, save for the ticking clock.

"Twenty minutes left," I panted, kissing her forehead.

She smiled, her eyes still glazed and blank from the intensity. 

"Enough time to get dressed... but maybe not enough time to stop thinking about you."