Chapter 41 #7
He pushed harder, swallowing my words.
“Yes… that, Agastya… deeper…” I moaned into his mouth, pulling him closer, and my fingers dug into his back and biceps.
He bit my lip and pushed himself impossibly deeper.
I felt him throbbing inside me, growing even more. His piercing hit a place I couldn’t name.
It was too much.
I shattered beneath him, releasing and shaking violently as my body gave in completely.
I panted hard as he thrust again, shuddering me all over again. My legs trembled, and the sound of my anklet bells filled the chamber.
Oh, my goodness.
Is this really me?
When the haze thinned, even if only slightly, I looked into his eyes. His lips were trembling. Without thinking, I leaned forward and pressed my mouth to his, kissing him deeply.
He kissed me back, and then, suddenly, he flipped me over and shifted beneath me.
My eyes widened in surprise. My knees settled to his sides with him still inside me. He was under me. I sat on him. He tried to push my hair back as his lips found my neck.
I inhaled sharply when he lifted himself to sit.
I adjusted myself in his lap, and when he placed his hands on my hips and gently guided me down onto him, a shiver ran through me.
I could feel his hardness pressing up against where my waist chain rested.
Unable to take him fully like this, I leaned back slightly to ease the stretch, bracing my hands on his knees as his legs spread long beneath me.
He brushed his lips against mine, then lifted my legs one by one, placing them over his shoulders.
My eyes closed on instinct, and the shift made me fall back against the bed.
He paused, letting me settle, intertwining his fingers with mine. Slowly, gently, he pushed his hips forward. I moved back with the motion, still struggling to fully enjoy the thrust.
With the next push, I forced myself into him.
A soft moan slipped from my lips.
My breasts swayed with the movement, almost terrifying in their intensity.
The slowness was intoxicating and so arousing. I had never imagined lovemaking could feel like this. I didn’t want the night to end. I wanted more… more of his patience, more of his love.
He kept moving slowly, and I responded just as slowly. My moans faded, replaced by a deep, consuming awareness of every sensation.
The intensity was impossible to explain.
I released one of his hands and stretched my arm above my head, gripping his feet for support as I arched my back, allowing him to thrust more vigorously.
With every glide, my jewellery chimed, creating a rhythm of its own.
“You are exquisite, love,” he murmured, tightening his hold on my waist as he drew me closer.
When my legs began to numb, I cried out softly and lowered them. He kissed my toes and smiled up at me.
I sat up, returning the smile as I adjusted myself on his lap.
Cupping his cheek, I kissed his lips. His eyes closed, surrendering to the moment. He looked beautiful. Perhaps marriage softened his features more, or maybe it was the closeness.
My hips moved instinctively, rolling against him. He inhaled deeply, and when the rhythm overtook me, my fingers slid into his nape. As I kissed his neck, he tilted his head to the side, exposing more of himself.
My palm traced the curve of his neck, gliding down to his chest, and I gently pushed him back.
My desire surged.
He opened his eyes and watched me riding him. A faint, hazed smile played on his lips.
My body found its own rhythm now, searching until I found a place deep inside me that made my toes curl, and my head fall back.
Shame melted away completely; only need remained, only pleasure to be high on.
His fingers brushed my midriff, then cupped my breasts, kneading them lovingly.
I felt my most sensitive place rubbing against him, feeding the fire between us, drawing him deeper into it with me.
Every fear I had carried felt as though it was breaking away.
Desire settled somewhere new, breathing in a space I had never known before.
Freedom that once felt impossible was now undeniable, alive beneath my skin.
He groaned, arching his head back as my body went through another wave of release, tightening around him, trapping him deep inside.
I shuddered and leaned forward over him. He gathered me in his arms and kissed my cheek.
“At this rate…” he murmured through his teeth. “... you’ll kill me.”
I kissed his chest, and he brushed my hair aside and gently turned me onto my side.
Wrapping his arm around me, he pulled me close, slipping his bicep beneath my head as he looked into my eyes.
I felt heat bloom across my cheeks.
He drew my knee over his waist, pressing his knee between my legs, and pulled the comforter up to our midriffs.
I slid my arm around his shoulder and kissed his chin as he moved again, slowly at first. And as the rhythm built quietly, my hips responded instinctively. He pressed his forehead to mine, breathing heavily, mirroring the need rising in my body.
Our chests brushed together, my belly stretching and lifting with every push. I closed my eyes, letting soft moans slip free as his hand slid from my nape down to my hips.
His fingers explored me, making my shyness wash over me in waves. He kissed my shoulder blades, sucking at my skin, leaving dark marks of love behind.
He grunted, pushing deeper, and I clenched my fist in his hair, anticipatorily.
His hips began to rock faster. My sanity lost its path. I moaned louder, losing myself in the rhythm of his thrusts. The penetration was killing me. It was too much to bear, yet impossible to want to escape.
He groaned against the hollow of my neck, gripping my ankle to draw me closer. I buried my face in his chest, muffling my cries as my breath turned wild and broken.
Suddenly, he sat up and pulled out, only to drop to his knees, gripping my thighs and shifting my legs to the side of his waist. His hands found my hips as he pushed back in.
I cried out, pressing the back of my hand over my mouth to silence myself.
He captured my hands, intertwining our fingers as he thrust harder, faster than before. I shook underneath him. He threw his head back, then released my hands to grip my waist, hauling me closer.
“Oh… It’s deep, Kunwa… Agastya,” I gasped, unable to stop myself.
He caressed my breast briefly before the intensity surged again. In moments, everything grew hotter and fiercer. He lifted my hips effortlessly, pulling me against him as if I weighed nothing.
I braced myself on my elbow. My hair spilt forward, moving with the rhythm.
“My goodness… slower, slower,” I moaned, knotting the sheets in my fists as I struggled to hold myself steady in the wild angle.
I crossed my legs, trying to press my thighs together as another release built rapidly, flooding heat in my mind until everything blurred. My body shook violently.
I felt my release trailing down my inner thighs.
He eased me down and hovered over me. My body ached, trembling beneath him. When the aftershocks finally faded, I lay panting as he leaned down and kissed my lips.
“You look so cute when you come,” he murmured, kissing my chin. “Your lips turn deep red. Your eyes close. Your body tightens around me. And your voice…” He lowered his voice further. “Your voice becomes unbearably arousing, Suman.”
I opened my eyes to meet his gaze.
He cupped my cheek and moved again.
He kept swaying slowly, and with every thrust, my voice came in rough gasps.
I could feel my strength draining, and my body surrendering completely beneath him.
But my body still ached for more. My mind still longed, and my heart felt empty like a clear sky full of light, waiting for clouds to finally rain.
He had turned me into a beautiful mess, scattered among rose petals as the soft lamps dimmed with every passing moment. Sweat rolled down his body; pleasure spilt from mine in response.
The night deepened. Silence spread outside the chamber, but inside, it was filled with our breathless moans and groans. He pressed his forehead against the side of mine, and I closed my eyes.
This time, I released faster. My body grew weak, unable to hold itself together any longer. I had lost myself entirely to him. I didn’t know how he read my body and mind like an open book. Everything felt perfect. It was nothing beyond my limits, yet fulfilling me completely.
I was turning sore; my core throbbed with ache.
“My legs are hurting,” I cried.
He sat up and gently flipped me onto my stomach. My lips parted as I inhaled deeply. Pressing my legs together, he caressed my calves, smoothing his hands along them before lying over me and entering me from behind.
I shut my eyes as my body stretched wide for him. His chest pressed against my back. I clenched the sheets above my head, and he caught both my hands, intertwining his fingers with mine. I pushed into his grip. The penetrating sweetness made me moan slowly.
He moved my hair aside, released one hand, and pressed his lips to my ear.
His groans grew wilder, and my ankles lifted, crossing instinctively. The sound of my anklet bells rang loudly in the chamber as he continued thrusting into me harder.
It felt as though he filled me with air every time he pulled back, and with every push forward, he drained me of it entirely.
His deep, sinful voice spilt into my ear, stripping me of sanity and shame.
I felt like a devoted wife taking him in fully; his breathless groans were proof. The thought sent a shiver of pride through me.
He kept guiding his hips into me, sinking into my wetness until I shattered once more into intense waves of pleasure, leaving me nearly unconscious and powerless.
I panted, hard. He kissed my cheek gently and murmured, “One more.”
I inhaled deeply. “I cannot,” I whispered.
“Oh, my love, I am sure you can handle one more.”
I bit my lips, moaning, and closed my eyes briefly as he shifted me onto my back again, and I immediately pulled him over me.
My mind was hazed. I held his length, adjusting it between us. I moaned and saw stars when he pushed inside slowly again.
As he settled deep, I wrapped my arms around his back, sliding my hands to his hips, guiding him. The thrusts began slowly and deep at first, then urged him harder, faster.
He groaned in my ear, nibbling my earlobe.
Within moments, another storm built inside me. I tightened around him. When he found a faster, deeper rhythm, my breathing shook. My knees weakened, and I couldn’t keep them lifted.
Suddenly, he seized both my arms and pinned them above my head. A sharp shiver tore through me as he groaned harder.
His thrusts turned brutal and intense enough to draw tears to my eyes. I was close, so close, and then he shook.
As he drove deeper, my core pulsed, releasing at the same instant.
He kissed my lips, and I felt his warmth spill inside me. A single tear slid down my cheek, born of exhaustion and surrender.
He released my hands, and I lay there, sucking on my dry lips.
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