Chapter 41 #6
“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.
He brushed my cheeks gently, smiling through his strained breath. “Can you feel me?”
“Yes,” I nodded, breathing hard.
“It’s too big… I can’t,” I cried.
He quickly pulled out, making me gasp.
I tried to press my thighs together as he pushed his forehead against my cheek.
“You are so tight, Suman. I can’t… it’ll hurt you, love,” he groaned deeply, trying to pull away.
I immediately pulled him back, shaking my head. “I need you more,” I begged.
He inhaled sharply through his open mouth, sucked on his lip, and muttered, “Okay… wait. Let me lose my erection.”
I hugged him tightly as he rested over me for a while. My eyes closed as I traced slow patterns across his back.
After some time, he lifted himself and looked into my eyes.
I rose slightly and pressed my lips to his. The tilak on his forehead had smudged with sweat, brushing off against our skin as we moved.
Pulling back, he shifted lower, gripped my thighs, and pressed his lips against my core. I shivered at the sudden contact and squeezed my eyes shut.
I felt his tongue glide up my flesh in a long stroke, then he sucked my skin, wetting it more.
“Come here…” I breathed, pulling him back up.
His lips were red and glistening as I kissed him again, pressing my middle body against him. He immediately pressed me down with his weight, and a rough sound erupted from the back of my throat.
When he caressed my cheek and rested his forehead against mine, I realised he was adjusting himself again, slowly pushing inside me.
I moaned, biting my lip as the stretch returned. But this time, it felt different. It was softer, more manageable.
A small laugh escaped me as he slid a little deeper.
“You’re not hard,” I managed breathlessly.
He smiled, meeting my eyes. “I know,” he murmured.
I smiled back, sucking lightly on my lips until suddenly, I felt him twitch inside me. My skin went numb as the sharp pricking sensation followed.
His smile widened, and my eyes fluttered shut. My head arched back as the pain deepened.
“Oh… yes, love,” he breathed, kissing along my jaw.
I felt him swelling inside me, growing harder, stretching me further. Wetness spilt freely as my body responded without restraint.
It felt unreal.
My fingers tangled in his hair as my breathing broke apart.
Then suddenly, it felt stuck.
“Look at me, love,” he commanded softly, cupping my cheek until I met his gaze.
The moment our eyes locked, the arousal and ache intensified.
“It… it’s hurting at the end,” I stuttered.
He pulled back slightly. I nodded and then pulled him closer again.
Leaning into my ear, he murmured something that made me instantly wetter.
“You are the most tempting, perfect woman, Suman. Why the fuck didn’t I meet you before?”
My nails dug into his skin as I fisted his back.
His deep groans sent chills down my spine.
He stayed still, buried inside me.
My core throbbed, aching for movement. The piercing pain remained, but it reached places I didn’t know existed, be it my body, my heart, or my soul.
He was penetrating everything with his formidable presence.
I was losing myself; my body awakened on its own as my hips lifted, trying to take more of him.
He kissed me harder, then gently pressed his torso against mine.
A shaky moan slipped from my lips, disappearing into his mouth.
I inhaled sharply, feeling his shoulder tense beneath my hands as my fingers traced the curves and muscles of his back.
I could feel him breaking me apart. He was shaking too, struggling with me, with himself.
Suddenly, a sharp moan tore from my lips as he slid himself deeper in one swift, senseless motion. I nearly broke into shaky cries.
It was too much to contain.
He immediately pulled out and sat up.
I pressed my thighs together; the sudden emptiness left a strange ache behind. I didn’t understand it yet, but I felt it.
His hands moved to my inner thighs, caressing them gently, and I opened my eyes to see why he had pulled away so abruptly.
His gaze was lowered, fixed on my most sensitive place as he slowly parted my legs. His brows knit together as he asked quietly, “Are you hurt, Suman?”
I pressed my arms over my chest and shook my head. I loved this tender ache.
“That fucking bastard left you half-virgin,” he hissed.
I stared at him, confused, still hazy.
“Huh?” I questioned softly.
“I need to ruin you for the best.”
He widened my legs further, stroking my inner thighs as he pushed himself back in, kneeling between me.
I gripped the bedsheet again. My chest arched up. The sound of my jewellery rang sharply through the room.
When he slid himself fully inside, he lifted my legs and rested them over his left shoulder.
I felt exposed, but just as deeply aroused.
He kissed my ankles, my mahavar-inked feet, and thrust slowly.
I trembled at the sensation, turning my face to the side and pressing my mouth into the rose-petal-strewn sheets, trying to muffle my moans.
His hands glided from my calves up my thighs, caressing every inch before settling at my waist. His hand was large; when he lifted my waist slightly, my senses slipped away completely.
My waist chain rang loudly.
My legs numbed as he pulled back slowly, then pushed in again.
I shivered as he pierced me with controlled smoothness and painful slowness, making me feel every single bit of him. The room faded into darkness; despite the dim light, I could see nothing but him. Emotion became my sight.
He thrust into me three more times in the same measured rhythm. I was drenched in the wetness of lovemaking.
He kissed my feet again, then gently parted my legs and hovered over me once more.
I wrapped my arms around him instantly, pulling him into a passionate, open-mouthed kiss. My hands slid down his back as far as I could reach.
He lifted one of my legs around his waist and began thrusting slowly.
His hips moved in slow, circular motions, digging into me, breaking me apart and gathering me again with every movement.
I was breaking from the sweet pain and collecting myself in the warmth and pleasure of his presence inside me.
I never knew a man could make me feel like this.
It was beyond understanding or explanation.
He was perfect.
Our breaths tangled wildly. Our lips stayed over each other. Our eyes locked as our bodies moved in rhythm, seeking only each other.
I had lost myself completely in him.
He reached depths within me, even if it ached and stretched me apart, and he did it all.
He pushed deeper, penetrating fully.
My moans turned intense, sweetly painful. His thrusts remained minimal, focused on depth, digging himself into me as my body aroused further, growing wetter.
Sweat beaded across my forehead. My mouth filled his with deep, breathless moans.
“Kun—”