-: Pancha Vastra :- ( By Shailu )

[shailu4ever]

 
Her breathing has become shallow again.

Quick, rising and falling against the silk of her uttariya. 

The sound almost erotic in itself, weaving a second layer of intimacy between storyteller and listener.
 
"Kamala wrapped her hand around him.
 
Her fingers couldn't quite close completely around his girth.
 
She stroked slowly, learning the length and shape of him, watching his face to see what he liked."
 
Arjun imagines the sensation, the warmth, the grip, the pull of skin against skin, the delicate pressure, the teasing rhythm.
 
His own body reacts instinctively, leaning, pulsing, aching for completion that must wait.
 
"His head fell back.
 
His mouth opened.
 
The same expression of pleasure she'd worn when his mouth was on her."
 
The parallel between the giving and receiving, the mirrored pleasure, the physical and emotional feedback loop makes Arjun’s pulse race.
 
"She stroked him for maybe a minute.
 
Then she leaned forward and… "
 
Meera stops.
 
Color floods her face, as if she is suddenly self-conscious about the rawness of the memory, about its power to excite and overwhelm.
 
"She took him in her mouth…"
 
The admission lands like fire in Arjun’s veins.
 
His breathing stops, chest tightens, every nerve awake, trembling, desperate for release that cannot come yet.
 
 
The image, Kamala’s lips around Ravi’s cock, Meera watching from the window, eighteen years old and learning what intimacy looked like…
 
"I could see her head moving," Meera says, her voice barely audible now.
 
 
 
"Up and down.
 
Taking him deep, pulling back, taking him deep again.
 
Her hand working the base of him where her mouth couldn't reach."
 
"The sounds he made, low groans, gasped curses in Tamil, her name repeated like a prayer."
 
Arjun hears them in his mind, feels them in his chest, in his groin, the cadence of pleasure and surrender syncing with his own racing pulse.
 
"His hands went into her short hair.
 
Holding and pushing.
 
Anchoring himself to her while she pleasured him."
 
"She did this for several minutes.
 
Long enough that I could see his thighs beginning to shake, his breathing becoming ragged, his whole body tensing toward release."
 
"Then she stopped."
 
Pulled back.
 
Looked up at him with eyes that were dark and hungry and absolutely in control.
 
"And she said something.
 
One word.
 
Clear enough that I could read it on her lips even if I couldn't hear it."
 
Meera pauses.
 
"Now…"

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