⚠️ Warning: This chapter contains mature content. Read at your own risk. 18+
I stepped into the room, my breath catching at the sight of him lying on the bed—his kurta absent, revealing the contours of his body in the dim light.
I hesitated, but only for a second. Resisting his intense gaze, I walked towards the bed and offered the bowl of kheer to him.
He took it from me, setting it aside on the nightstand before pulling me down under him.
I tried to steady my breath, but it hitched as he hovered over me.
Before he could do anything, I quickly placed my hand over his mouth. "Kuch karna nai toh shuru hi mat kijiye." "If you're not going to do something, don't start it."
His eyebrow arched, amusement flickering in his eyes as he met my defiant stare.
Without warning, he bit down on my hand, his teeth sharp against my skin.
A gasp escaped me, but his grip on me didn't loosen—if anything, it tightened.
"You'll beg me to stop," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated against my skin.
My breath hitched. His fingers traced a slow path along my waist, sending prickles of awareness across my skin. His hand moved to my back, the delicate buttons of my blouse suddenly feeling like an unbearable constraint.
He rained kisses on my forehead, my eyelids, the bridge of my nose, my cheeks. Each touch was a whisper, a promise. He lingered near my lips, his breath warm against them, but didn't kiss them.
A wave of shyness washed over me, but a bolder impulse took hold. I closed the small distance between us, a quick, shy peck on his lips.
He chuckled softly, his thumb gently caressing my cheek. When I opened my eyes, his expression was one of quiet admiration.
"You are my first," he said, his voice low and serious, "and you will be my last. After this, you will be mine forever. सोच लो एक बार
" Think about it."
"सोच लिया," I replied, my voice barely a breath.
"I have thought about it".
I reached out, drawing him closer. A slow smile spread across his face, and finally, his lips met mine. For a moment, neither of us moved, lost in the simple act of connection.
Then, the kiss deepened. His lips moved against mine, a gentle exploration that quickly grew more insistent. He nipped at my lower lip, and I felt a corresponding tug deep within me. I mirrored his movements, a tentative response that seemed to please him, a soft smile touching his lips.
The kiss intensified, a surge of desire igniting between us. He broke the kiss, leaving me breathless. Then, he claimed my lips again, a hungry, almost desperate kiss that spoke of a longing he could no longer contain. He pinched my nipple, a sharp, unexpected sensation that made me gasp. Taking advantage of my open mouth, his tongue slipped inside, exploring every corner. His hand moved to my breast, kneading gently.
We broke apart, gasping for air, our chests rising and falling in unison. He lowered his head, nuzzling between my breasts. The stubble of his beard tickled my skin, and a giggle escaped me. He looked up, a smile playing on his lips as he saw my amusement.
"खीर खाइए," I whispered, the lateness of the night suddenly seeming important.
Eat kheer.
A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes. "क्या?"
What? i said
"खिलाओ," he replied.
Feed me.
"हाँ, ठीक है। उठिए, खिलाती हूँ।"
Yes, okay. Get up, I'll feed you.
"नहीं, यहीं से," he said, pointing to my breast.
No, from here.
"क्या?" I exclaimed, disbelief coloring my voice.
What?
Please, Avu, please he whispered, his voice suddenly soft and pleading.
okay.Okay, fine. I relented, my shyness warring with a growing sense of excitement.
I unfastened my inner garment, my heart pounding in my chest.
He gazed at my nipples as if they were treasures, his eyes filled with a mixture of awe and desire. I nodded, giving him permission.
He took the bowl of kheer and a spoon, carefully placing it on my nipple. The cool sensation made me shiver. He took the spoon to his mouth, coating it with his saliva, and then placed it back on my nipple. He repeated the process on the other side. I stood there, trying to suppress any sound.
Then, he took a spoonful of kheer and poured it onto my left breast. He lowered his head, his eyes locked on mine, and took my nipple into his mouth.
"Ahmmmmmmmm" I moaned, my body arching towards him. His tongue flickered around my nipple, sending waves of pleasure through me. He took almost half of my breast into his mouth, sucking deeply. My hands moved on their own, clutching at his hair, pulling him closer.
He repeated the process on the other side, then poured the remaining kheer between my breasts and lapped it up, his tongue tracing a hot, wet path across my skin.
Setting the bowl aside, he moved over me, his eyes burning with intensity. "Ready" he whispered.
Before I could answer, he began pinching my nipples, a sharp, insistent pressure that made me moan uncontrollably.
Aahhmm...hmm...munn...uummm...
"Akash...hmm...muuu...uhhh" I cried out, my voice trembling. .
He began to suckle hungrily, pulling on my nipples with a growing ferocity. I felt a tightening in my lower abdomen, a rush of sensation building.
He continued, his touch relentless, and my grip on him tightened. "मत रुको, आकाश जी," I pleaded.
"Don't stop, Akash ji."
He pinched one nipple, then bit the other, and I came undone, a wave of pure sensation washing over me.
He continued to suckle until the tremors subsided, until I floated back down from the peak. He raised his head, his eyes filled with a tender smile.
"कैसा था?" he asked softly.
How was it?
I could only nod, overcome with shyness and the lingering echoes of pleasure.
He kissed my forehead, a gentle, lingering touch. I, in turn, leaned up and gave him a shy peck on the lips.
Later, he led me to the washroom, his hand warm in mine. Afterward, we lay in each other's arms, a shared smile gracing our lips as we drifted off to sleep.
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