“Kunwar-sa…” I cried, pleading with a sultry desperation I barely recognised as my own.
“Yes, love,” he breathed, plunging his tongue into my mouth. I tasted cinnamon lingering on his tongue, and my moans turned breathless, muffled between us.
“Chubh raha hai bahut,”“t’s pricking.” I murmured into his mouth in a shallow, trembling voice. He inhaled sharply and sat up.
I panted and noticed his chest rising and falling.
As he stepped off the bed, my throat tightened. I blinked nervously, watching him push his lower down. His not-so-hard bulge hung low. I looked away quickly, forcing my gaze back to his eyes.
When he climbed onto the bed again, I pulled my knees up instinctively and stretched my stomach.
Watching me, he pulled the comforter over us, covering our bodies together.
I closed my eyes, soothed by the warmth. Goosebumps raced across my skin as he parted my legs, settled between them, and hovered over me again.
“It will prick more now,” he murmured, pressing his forehead against mine.
I lifted myself slightly. My breathing turned heavy, causing my lips to dry.
He pressed his bulge between my legs and rubbed it upward. A breathless moan escaped me, and I fisted my hand into the pillow above my head. My eyes squeezed shut. The heat was overwhelming.
I couldn’t understand how insane I was when he touched me. One touch, and it felt as though a spark had been struck, setting everything inside me aflame.
Every part of me reacted to him. Whenever I opened my eyes, his gaze held me, consuming my thoughts.
He rubbed again. This time, a sharp shiver tore through me. Shame flickered briefly, but his expression told me he enjoyed it. He held my face and encircled one arm around my neck, cupping my jaw. The other rested against my cheek.
I turned my face aside as he rubbed again and bit hard into his arm. I was losing myself.
“Beautiful,” he murmured against my ear, rubbing harder this time.
I pressed my back into the mattress, searching for space just to breathe.
But he rubbed against me again, and this time my eyes burned with unshed tears, not from pain, but from the aching anticipation. My arms wrapped around him, and my nails scraped down his back.
I didn’t even know what I wanted anymore.
His groan drifted into my ear, and the sound calmed me. A faint release rippled through my core, and I kissed his biceps instinctively.
“This… this feels so good,” I whispered before I could stop myself.
He kissed my forehead.“Already,” he murmured in a low and tempting voice.
He lifted himself slightly and slid his hand between us.“Look at me, Suman,” he said softly.
I opened my eyes and looked into his green, intense eyes. Sweat glistened on his skin.
I gasped as he placed the tip of his hardness against me and pushed just a little.
I recoiled instinctively, and he groaned sharply.
“No, love,” he pleaded.“Take it. Just the tip. Please…”
I curled my toes and clutched his shoulders, holding myself together as he pushed again.
The stretch burned. My brows knitted with discomfort, and another broken sound left my throat as he did exactly as promised. He settled only the tip inside me. His hand came back to my face, caressing my cheek.
“Look at me, love,” he whispered against my lips, and I did.
