Chapter 32
As her words spilt into my mouth in a whisper, I felt my erection growing hard, hearing her pleading, innocent voice.
My fingers made their way to the delicate skin of her neck.
“What about that?” I asked lazily.
Her lips parted, and her lashes forced closed at my touch. “I fear it,” she muttered.
I brushed my finger over her lips, feeling her fresh breath. The earthy scent of bathing oil and the refreshing fragrance of soap nut, emanating from her damp, loosely braided hair, captivated me instantly.
She was so beautiful. I never thought a man who once wished to be with a princess would fall for a simple girl like her.
The combination of dark green and red looked so mesmerising on her silken skin.
“Why do you fear it?” I questioned, feeling her toes curl over my feet.
She was so fragile, and the mere thought of thrusting into her against the wall, holding her in my arms, with her legs coiled around my hips and arms holding onto my shoulders, while I pulled her into me more, hearing her moaning in her sultry voice, was driving me crazy.
She’d wear toe-rings for me, adorn her empty wrists with bangles, and look a thousand times more beautiful.
“Hum bhaybheet hain kyunki humne pichle aanth varsh se... aur aap to bahut kuch jaante honge,” “I’m scared because it’s been eight years for me… and you might know a lot.” Her voice faltered as she let out her dread.
I couldn’t resist gazing intently at her face. Her eyes half open, staring back into mine, her breath uneven, her lips quivering slowly, and suddenly the vision of her lips wrapped around my manhood, flitted across my mind.
Fuck!
She was already making me lose my sanity. Sumanika had always been my weakness, but this dazed Suman in my arms was well enough to shift me onto my knees for her. Every fucking moment of day and night, I wished to live with her.
“Chalo accha hai, itna bhay to hona bhi chaahiye... kuch to hai jisse tum niyantrit rahogi,” “Well, that’s good, a bit of fear is necessary… at least there’s something that will keep you in control.”
She frowned, inhaling sharply at my words. Our breaths mingled with each other with our lips so close.
The last ounce of reason was restraining me from taking this further, from teetering on the edge of my control and erasing her fear already.
“Bade dusht hain aap, Kunwar-sa,” “You’re very wicked, Kunwar-sa,” she mumbled over my lips, and I closed my eyes, resting my forehead over hers. Her head tilted back because of the height difference.
“Apni shart kab poori karogi?” “When will you keep your bet?” I asked.
She visibly shivered, gulping hard, and her eyes fluttered open.
“Poora mahal atithiyoan se bhara hua hai aur aapko apni shart ki padi hai. Kisi ko pata chal to hum kya muh dikhayenge?” “The palace is crowded with guests, and yet you’re concerned about your silly bet.
Should word get out, how shall I face anyone?
” she rasped with wide eyes, shaking her head, while her lips trembled in timidity.
Entranced by their movement, I couldn’t help but grab her lower lip between my lips. And as soon as I did, her breathing stopped.
The softness of her lips compelled me to suck them vigorously, biting into the flesh.
She cried out in my mouth, and her body stretched in my arms.
Pulling back, I noticed the blood seeping from the slight cut on her quivering lips.
Her eyes bored into mine, brimming with tears at their corners. With a smile, I took my tongue out and licked the crimson bead off her lip. She closed her eyes for a moment.
“You’re so dirty, Kunwar-sa,” she whispered against my lips, and I brushed my tongue on her lip gently to soothe the sting.
“Only for you, love, only for you,” I confessed.
As she gulped, I felt the movement in her neck against my palm. I inhaled deeply, wondering if she could adjust me in her mouth.
“Ab to hum shart bilkul bhi poori nahi karenge; kaata aapne humein,” “Now, I’ll not fulfil the bet; you bit me.” she whined low with a tinge of tease, pouting her lips.
I placed my lips against hers and muttered slowly, “Suman, hum pakad ke karaayenge to accha lagega tumhein?” “Suman, would you like it if I made you do it myself?”
She shuddered against me and questioned breathlessly, “Aapko kya adhik accha lagega?” “What would you like more?”
My heartbeat escalated wildly at how she was playing along.
“Karke batayein?” “Want me to show you?” I asked, caressing her lips with my thumb.
She gulped and blinked rapidly, yet slowly nodded.
I smiled, and as I moved my fingers closer to her lips, her brows knitted together. When I slowly let two of my fingers inside her mouth, she sucked in a deep breath.
The way her tender lips had parted for me made me furrow my brows.
She looked at me, perplexed, and I swallowed, letting my eyes wander over her face. I could hear her heartbeat as she gagged slowly when the fingers reached deeper into her throat, leaving her teary-eyed. Slowly, I drew them out and slid them low to the hem of her skirt.
She closed her eyes, breathing heavily against me, while I slipped my slick fingers over her crown. Her brows furrowed, and she pressed her thighs together. Her hand dropped to my fingers, and she gulped, moving my fingers slightly over her dark skin.
I pressed my forehead against hers and caressed her gently. She was so soft.
She then brought her other hand and wrapped it around my shoulder, pushing her face into my chest, attempting to suppress her moan.
I leaned closer and licked her from her jaw to the rim of her ear.
I felt a slow shudder go through her and asked her, “Should I go in?”
Moaning against my chest, she dug her fingers into my wrist, pushing more into her.
I lightly pinned her against the wall, creating a little room for my hand, and my lips found her forehead as she kept her head low. Steadily, I eased my fingers in, pushing into her.
Her head tilted back, and our lips met.
I felt my erection growing even harder; she was warm, tight, and wet. I could sense the resistance in her from the way her inner skin clenched around my finger.
“You are rough, Kunwar-sa,” she let out in a ragged breath, creasing her brows, making me smile at her trembling gasps.
I pressed my lips to hers, drawing her lower lip between my teeth deliberately to take her mind off my fingers. Slowly, I thrust both my fingers into her, stretching the inside of her skin.
She cried out in between the kisses, but I grabbed her by the jaw from behind, clutching her neck. As I went further in, she panted heavily, struggling to breathe, and the moment she parted her mouth, I slipped my tongue in, filling her with only my presence.
Her nails clawed at my wrist, and her trembling, thick thighs restrained me from advancing further.
“Kunwar-sa,” she moaned, holding my cheek with her one hand, before she sank, resting her forehead against my chest, clenching onto my kurta.
“Yes, love,” I groaned, feeling her heat gripping my fingers, taking them well. As I thrust deeper into her, she clung to me tightly, quivering with each of my advances. The way she squeezed her thighs desperately, I could sense that she was closer to her release.
I let go of her neck and held onto her skirt, brushing the fabric up, and grabbed her thigh. Her head arched back to the wall with the movement, and she looked dazed, blinking at me in confusion.
Parting her legs more, I began thrusting my fingers into her faster, giving her no time to think but to enjoy. She left my wrist and clutched my kurta tight, letting out sweet moans, making me kiss her fiercely.
She pushed my face away, yearning to breathe, struggling against me. I didn’t like the fact that she forced my face away. I creased my brows together, curling my fingers inside her, wanting her to fall apart for me with aching need.
She immediately rose onto her toes, causing her erect nipples to align perfectly with my sight, poking through the fabric of her blouse. That definitely was my treat.
“Kunwar-sa… I… I’m…” I smiled, looking at her struggling to speak as I tugged at the inside of her skin teasingly, and pressed my lips over her mouth, trying to keep her from being too loud.
I applied more pressure to that spot before quickening the pace, thrusting hard, and suddenly she released.
She moaned out loud, her breathing turned intensely heavy.
Wetness leaked through her, coating my fingers slick when I slowly pulled out.
She looked at me with hazy eyes, while I brought my fingers closer to my mouth.
But she immediately jerked my hand away and crashed her lips onto mine, coiling both her hands around my shoulders.
I kissed her back, sucking her lips passionately, and lifted her slightly up in my arms. She went on kissing me until both of us turned breathless, and she pulled away, huffing to breathe.
I put her down and licked both my fingers, relishing her sweetness. She blushed profusely, blinking timidly.
She was so fucking sweet. I never knew how. “Ew…” she made a face.
Gritting my teeth, I brought my other hand close to her jaw and cupped her cheeks. She looked at me, astonished, as I squished her cheeks to open her mouth.
Her eyes grew wider as I pressed my fingers to her mouth.
“Suck,” my words came out low, leaving her breathless. She tried pushing me away, but I pressed her further against the wall and warned again, “Suck it, Suman.”
She gulped, closing her eyes, and rolled her tongue over my fingers, sucking them, displeased.
I smiled, but suddenly, she stopped and dug her teeth sharply into my fingers.
“Anh,” I flinched slightly at the sting and tightened my hold on her. She shuddered, blinking rapidly, when I pulled my fingers out.
Pecking her lips once, I muttered, “You’ll regret doing it.”
She slowly distanced herself from me and secured her dupatta at her waist.
“I wouldn’t,” she snarled lowly, adjusting her clothes.
“Think twice, Suman. We’re getting married soon. You’ll be under me, under my mercy, and I’ll be the one in control.” I cautioned, but she watched me intently before turning to her almirah, opening a tiny kohl container, and applying it to her eyes.
“Not until I agree. You’re going to need my permission for everything, or it’ll be considered that you forced me,” she muttered, making me chuckle.
“Don’t be too confident,” I uttered quietly.
She turned to look at me and walked closer to apply the kohl on her fingertip behind my ear.
“Really? But what I hear is—Suman, please, I’m begging you,”
I squinted my eyes, studying her closely. “We’ll see who will beg whom,” I said, and she smiled, smoothing the creases in my kurta.
“Will it go deep until here?” and, suddenly, a moment later, she asked softly, pointing to her neck.
I immediately smiled, hearing her, and bit my lower lip before taking her finger slightly down from the point she had pinned.
“Maybe till here,” I muttered, and she swallowed nervously.
“Empty stomach?” she asked, biting the inside of her cheek.
I nodded a little. “Definitely,”
She smiled, blinking at me timidly, and asked. “Okay, now can we go out? Everyone will be waiting for us.” I nodded, and she took my hand, leading us to the door while placing the dupatta on her head.
I smiled as I looked at her glowing face when she unlatched the door. But the moment the door opened, my eyes widened with shock.
“What the hell are you all doing here?” I exclaimed, looking at both my brothers and Bhabhi-sas, along with Rudraja, who stood there with their arms crossed, their faces contorted in weird expressions.
“Ew… so dirty,” Rudra Bhaisa said, and I glanced at Suman hiding behind me.
“Tsk…Tsk…” Ranvijay Bhaisa spoke. “Shame on you, Agastya. What kind of person does that?”
My eyebrows raised in confusion, not knowing what they were talking about.
“Don’t tell me you were all here for very long,” I blurted, and Aishwarya Bhabhi-sa had her hands over her mouth with eyes wide in shock.
“You know, you two weren’t too discreet,” Nandani Bhabhi-sa said, and I immediately palmed my face.
“Please, for God’s sake, please leave me alone.”