10 Real Birthday Gift （18）
Niyati's POV
The footsteps outside my room grew louder.
My heart started pounding so hard I was certain whoever was outside the door could hear it.
Ansh's hand was still wrapped around mine. The warmth of his fingers felt grounding and terrifying at the same time.
We both stared at the door.
Another step.
Closer.
"Oh my god," I whispered, panic rising in my chest. "Someone's coming."
Ansh's eyes flicked around the room quickly, calculating.
"Where do I hide?" he murmured under his breath.
"You shouldn't even be here!" I whispered harshly, trying not to raise my voice.
The footsteps stopped right outside my door.
My entire body went rigid.
A soft knock followed.
"Niyati?" Maa's voice came from the other side.
My soul nearly left my body.
"Beta, are you still awake?"
Beside me, Ansh muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like a quiet curse.
"Hide," I hissed, pushing him lightly toward the corner of the room.
"There's nowhere to hide," he whispered back.
My eyes darted around frantically before landing on the large wardrobe beside my bed.
"Inside," I mouthed.
He raised an eyebrow.
"Seriously?"
Another knock came, slightly louder this time.
"Niyati?"
"Haan, Maa!" I called quickly, my voice coming out higher than usual.
Ansh slipped toward the wardrobe silently while I rushed to open it. He squeezed inside just as I shut the doors.
My heart was still racing when I turned toward the bedroom door.
I smoothed down my dress quickly, trying to look normal before opening it.
Maa stood there, looking slightly sleepy but curious.
"You're still awake?" she asked, peering past me into the room.
"I... couldn't sleep yet," I said, forcing a small smile.
She stepped inside halfway, glancing around the room.
For a terrifying second, I thought she would hear Ansh breathing inside the wardrobe.
"You had a long day," she said gently. "Try to sleep. Tomorrow you'll be tired."
I nodded quickly.
"Yes, Maa."
She reached out and touched my cheek affectionately.
"Happy birthday again, beta."
"Thank you."
After another moment she finally turned and walked away, closing the door behind her.
The second her footsteps faded down the hallway, I exhaled a breath I didn't even realize I had been holding.
My legs felt weak with relief.
Slowly, I turned toward the wardrobe.
Before I could open it, the doors suddenly swung outward.
Ansh stepped out.
His hair was slightly messy now, his expression amused.
"Well," he said casually, stretching his arms slightly, "that was exciting."
I stared at him in disbelief.
"You almost gave me a heart attack."
He chuckled softly.
"But we didn't get caught."
"That's not the point!" I whispered.
He stepped closer again, the teasing smile slowly fading from his face.
The room suddenly felt quiet again.
Too quiet.
His gaze dropped to my lips once more.
"You were saying something earlier," he murmured.
My breath caught.
"I... wasn't saying anything."
"Yes, you were."
He reached out, gently brushing his thumb against the bracelet on my wrist again.
"My birthday gift," he said softly.
"You already gave it."
"Hmm."
His eyes lifted to mine.
"That wasn't the real one."
My pulse quickened.
"What do you mean?"
A slow, dangerous smile appeared on his face.
"This," he said quietly, stepping closer until my back lightly touched the wall, "is the real one."
My breath faltered as his hand lifted to cradle my cheek.
The warmth of his palm against my skin sent shivers through me.
"Ansh..." I whispered.
But this time, he didn't stop.
He leaned down slowly.
And finally-
His lips met mine.
The kiss was soft at first, almost hesitant, like he was testing the moment.
But the second my fingers tightened in his shirt, something shifted.
His hand slid from my cheek to the back of my neck, pulling me closer.
The kiss deepened.
Warm.
Slow.
Dangerous.
My heart raced wildly as I felt myself melting into him, every thought in my mind dissolving under the warmth of his lips.
The world outside my room seemed to disappear completely.
It was just him.
Just us.
And the quiet midnight air wrapped around the moment like a secret.
It wasn't gentle. It wasn't the kind of kiss they'd shared in stolen moments before-quick, chaste, full of promises they'd never voiced. This was hunger. His mouth slanted over hers, his tongue pushing past her teeth, claiming her with a desperation that made her whimper.
She arched into him, her nails digging into his shoulders, the fabric of his shirt bunching under her grip. He tasted like whiskey-sweet and burning-and something darker, something that made her thighs press together.
When they broke apart, it was only because she needed air, her chest heaving, her lips swollen. His thumb traced the wetness from her bottom lip, his gaze locked onto hers, dark and heavy-lidded.
"You said you had a gift for me," she breathed, her voice unsteady.
Ansh's smirk was slow, knowing. "Not just a gift." His hand slid up her thigh, bunching the skirt of her dress higher, his fingers brushing the lace edge of her panties. "The real one."
She should've been nervous. She was nervous-the way her pulse jumped when his knuckles grazed the inside of her knee, the way her breath hitched when his palm cupped her through the thin fabric.
But there was something else, too, something hotter, something that made her spread her legs just a little wider, her hips lifting into his touch.
"Ansh-" His name came out like a plea.
He didn't let her finish. His mouth crashed back onto hers, his teeth nipping at her lower lip before soothing the sting with his tongue.
His hands were everywhere-one tangling in her hair, the other sliding up to palm her breast through the dress, his thumb circling her nipple until it hardened under the fabric. She gasped into his mouth, her back arching, her body already aching for more.
"Fuck, you're so responsive," he groaned against her lips, his voice thick. "Every time I touch you, you melt."
She did. She was melting now, her skin too hot, her dress suddenly too much, too little. His fingers found the zipper at the back, yanking it down with a sharp tug.
The fabric pooled around her waist, leaving her in nothing but a lace bra and the scrap of panties he'd already dampened with his touch.
Ansh pulled back just enough to look at her, his breath ragged. "You're perfect," he said, his hand sliding up to squeeze her breast, his thumb flicking over her nipple through the lace. "I've wanted this for so long."
He hissed when her fingers brushed the bulge there, his cock already hard, straining against the denim. "You're killing me," he groaned, but he didn't stop her when she popped the button, when she dragged the zipper down.
His boxers did little to hide him. The outline of his length was thick, the tip already damp with pre-cum.
Niyati's throat went dry. She'd touched herself before, had imagined this moment a thousand times, but nothing had prepared her for the way her body ached at the sight of him, for the way her pussy clenched, empty and needy.
Ansh's hand covered hers, guiding her to wrap her fingers around him through the fabric. He was hot, pulsing under her touch. "You feel that?" he rasped. "All for you."
She bit her lip, her thumb brushing over the wet spot. "I want it."
He didn't need to be told twice. His boxers hit the floor, his cock springing free, thick and flushed, the veins standing out along the shaft.
Niyati's breath hitched. She'd never seen one in person before, never touched one.
The weight of him in her hand was overwhelming, the skin so soft over something so hard.
Ansh groaned when she stroked him, his hips jerking forward. "Fuck, Niyu-" His hand tangled in her hair, tilting her head back as he kissed her again, his tongue fucking into her mouth in the same rhythm she used on his cock.
She whimpered when his free hand slid between her legs, his fingers pressing against the soaked lace of her panties. "You're dripping," he growled. "All for me?"
"Yes," she gasped, her hips lifting into his touch. "Please, Ansh-"
He didn't make her beg again. With a sharp tug, her panties were gone, tossed aside with the rest of their clothes. His fingers slid through her folds, gathering her wetness before circling her clit. Niyati cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders, her body trembling.
"So tight," he murmured, pressing a finger inside her. "So fucking tight."
She was. She could feel how tight she was, her walls clenching around his finger, her hips rocking against his hand. When he added a second finger, stretching her, she moaned, her head falling back.
"More," she begged. "I need more."
Ansh's breath was ragged, his cock leaking against her thigh. "You sure?"
She nodded, her hands gripping his wrists. "I'm sure."
He didn't hesitate. His fingers slipped free, and then he was positioning himself between her legs, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance. Niyati's breath stuttered. This was it. This was really happening.
Then Ansh froze.
"Shit," he muttered, his forehead dropping to her shoulder. "Condom. I don't have one."
Niyati's heart pounded, but not from fear. From want. From the way his cock twitched against her, from the way his breath hitched when she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
"It's okay," she whispered, her fingers tangling in his hair. "Ansh... this is my first time." His body tensed, and she rushed on, her cheeks burning. "I don't know about you, but... I want to feel you. All of you."
He lifted his head, his gaze searching hers. For a second, she thought he might argue, might pull away. But then his expression darkened, his hips rolling forward just enough to press the tip of his cock inside her.
Niyati gasped, her nails digging into his back. He was big. Bigger than his fingers, bigger than anything she'd ever tried to take. The stretch burned, but it was a good burn, a needed one.
"You're sure?" Ansh gritted out, his voice strained.
She nodded, her thighs trembling around him. "Please."
That was all it took.
He pushed inside her in one slow, relentless thrust, filling her completely. Niyati cried out, her back arching, her body struggling to adjust to the intrusion. Ansh groaned, his forehead pressing to hers, his breath coming in sharp bursts.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his hips rolling experimentally. "You feel amazing."
She did. She felt full. Stretched. Owned. Every inch of him was inside her, pulsing, throbbing. When he pulled back and thrust again, she moaned, her fingers clawing at his shoulders.
"More," she begged. "Harder."
Ansh didn't hold back after that. His thrusts turned sharp, deep, his cock dragging against something inside her that made her see stars. The bed creaked under them, the sound mixing with the wet slap of skin, the ragged sounds of their breathing.
"You're mine," he growled, his teeth sinking into her shoulder. "Say it."
"I'm yours," she gasped, her body tightening around him. "Only yours-"
His rhythm faltered, his cock swelling inside her. "Fuck, Niyati-I'm gonna-"
She didn't let him finish. Her legs locked around him, her nails raking down his back as she pulled him deeper, her body milking him with every desperate clench.
Ansh groaned, his hips stuttering as he came, his cum filling her in hot, thick pulses. Niyati whimpered at the sensation, at the way he twitched inside her, at the way his breath came in ragged gasps against her neck.
For a long moment, neither of them moved. Ansh's weight pressed her into the mattress, his cock still buried inside her, softening slowly. Niyati's fingers traced lazy patterns on his back, her body humming with the aftershocks of pleasure.
Then Ansh lifted his head, his dark eyes meeting hers. His expression was soft, almost vulnerable.
"That was..." He swallowed. "That was my first time too, Niyu."
Niyati blinked. "What?"
A slow, tired smile curved his lips. "I didn't want it to be with anyone else." His thumb brushed her cheek. "I'm glad it was you."
She didn't know what to say. Her heart pounded, her chest warm, her body still throbbing around him. Before she could find the words, Ansh kissed her again, slow and deep, his tongue tangling with hers like they had all the time in the world.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against hers, his breath warm on her lips.
"Happy birthday, Niyu," he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction.
And for the first time, she really felt eighteen.