Something inside me melted—a soft, unfamiliar ache spreading through my chest.
I nodded, unable to speak, unable to breathe properly with him so close.
His lips curved into a faint smirk before he lowered himself, resting his head against my chest, his weight pressing down on my lower body.
A shaky breath escaped me as my fingers hesitated—then instinctively found their way into his hair, threading through the damp strands, holding him close.
A deep sigh left his lips as he nestled against me, his breath warm, his body molding perfectly into mine.
For a few moments, there was only silence. A comfortable, intoxicating silence.
When my fingers moved to gently massage his scalp, he groaned, a low, raspy sound that sent shivers down my spine. His hold around my waist loosened slightly as his face tilted up, his chin resting against me, eyes heavy-lidded.
"Aap bohot bade ho... waha so jaiye na," I whispered, still running my fingers through his hair. "You're too big... go sleep over there."
"Iski aadat dal lo... ab ye bohot hone wala hai," he teased, his voice laced with amusement. "You need to get habituated to it, as from now on, it will happen a lot."
My face burned as I realized what he meant.
He chuckled at my reaction, his smirk deepening, but instead of moving away, he buried his face lower against my chest—this time, his hands moving upward.
Slowly, his palm cupped my left breast, kneading it with gentle yet firm pressure. A gasp left my lips as an unfamiliar pleasure shot through me.
"A... Akash Ji..." I barely managed, my voice trembling.
His response was a slow, deliberate squeeze, his fingers teasing over the fabric of my blouse.
"Blouse utar sakta hoon?" he murmured, his lips grazing my collarbone, his voice deep and husky. "Can I take off your blouse?"
I couldn't find it in me to refuse. My body burned, a strange need curling inside me, but I didn't know what it was.
Without waiting too long for a reply, he reached for my blouse, unhooking it painfully slow, his fingers brushing against my heated skin as he peeled it away.
As he did, his tongue traced a lazy path down my cleavage, leaving a wet, tingling sensation in its wake.
Now, I was left in just my innerwear—which barely did anything to hide my hardening nipples.
A wave of shyness crashed over me. I turned my face away, trying to shift to the side, but he was still on top of me—I had nowhere to go.
Seeing my hesitation, he smirked before sitting up against the headboard. In one swift motion, he pulled me onto his lap—facing him.
My breath hitched.
His arms wrapped around my waist, locking me in place.
His eyes, dark and unreadable, held mine captive.
"Ab kahaan bhaag rahi ho?" he whispered, tilting his head. "Where are you running off to now?"
I swallowed hard, my hands resting on his chest. My heart pounded wildly in my chest.
He nestled into my neck, his warm breath fanning over my skin before his lips latched onto the sensitive spot just below my ear.
A shiver ran down my spine as he sucked, his tongue teasing before—he bit down.
"Ahh!" I gasped, my body jerking in place at the sharp sting. Tears pricked my eyes as I glared at him.
"Kyun kaata?" I demanded, my voice trembling, my lower lip jutting out slightly. "Why did you bite me?"
Instead of looking guilty, he chuckled, his eyes dark with amusement.
"Mere shona, isme hi ro rahi ho, toh aage kya hoga?" he teased, smirking. "My darling, if you're crying over this, then what will happen next?"
Then, lowering his voice, he added,
"Waise, tum ro sakti ho... par sirf tab, jab tum mere neeche hogi." "By the way, you're allowed to cry... but only when you're under me."
A fresh wave of heat flooded my cheeks at his shameless words.
Feeling overwhelmed and embarrassed, I instinctively buried my face in his neck, hiding from his intense gaze.
"Chhup mat, mujhe dekhne do," he murmured, trying to pull me back. "Don't hide, let me see you."
But I refused to budge, my arms tightening around his neck in a desperate hold.
His deep chuckle vibrated against my skin, his hand sliding down my back in slow, lazy strokes.
His hand slipped inside my innerwear, his fingers grazing my back as his mouth moved toward my earlobe. Slowly, he took it between his lips, sucking on it as if it were ice cream.
A shudder ran through me. My grip on his neck loosened—I couldn't control myself. I didn't even realize when I started rubbing against him, my body reacting on its own.
His other hand moved to my front, stopping just below my right breast. I pulled back slightly to see his face, and there it was—a teasing smirk playing on his lips.
His fingers moved, one by one, as if walking over my skin. He stopped just before my nipple. The anticipation was unbearable. My breath hitched as he circled his fingers around it, never quite touching the sensitive peak.
"Akash Ji..." I whispered, my voice betraying my desperation.
"Kya hua, shonaa? Bolo." "What happened, my love? Tell me."
"Do something... I can't control myself."
His smirk deepened. "Acha? Kya karu?" "Oh? What should I do?" he asked, flicking his nail over my clothed nipple before pulling back.
A sharp, electrifying sensation shot through me in an instant. I gasped, my body arching instinctively.
I tried to move closer, pressing my breast against his teasing hand, but he pulled away with a playful chuckle.
"Nahin nah... cheating mat karo, baby." "No, no... don't cheat, baby."
His eyes gleamed with mischief. "Bolo, kya chahiye?" "Tell me, what do you want?"
Frustration surged inside me, my patience snapping. "Kuch nahi chahiye! Utiye, mujhe chhodiye!" "I don't want anything! Get up, leave me!" I huffed, wiggling in his lap in protest.
That's when I felt it.
Something hard.
I stilled, realization dawning upon me. My eyes lifted to his, only to find him watching me with amusement, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
Heat flooded my cheeks. I quickly looked away, embarrassment creeping in.
"Kuch nahi chahiye?" he repeated in a teasing tone. "Nothing at all?"
I glared at him, still too flustered to reply. My mind was spinning, but my body had already betrayed me.
His chuckle was deep, sinful. Leaning in, he pressed a lingering kiss over my clothed nipples, making me shiver.
"They're my babies," he murmured, his lips still ghosting over the fabric. "Take care of them."
Then, to my utter surprise, he helped me put my blouse back on.
I stared at him in disbelief. He just smirked, acting as if nothing had happened.
Later, as the evening set in, we went downstairs to drink chai.
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