[82]
Amisha looked up at him from her position between his thighs, eyes dark with intent.and something mischief.
“I want to pleasure you this time.”
Abhiraj forze for a second then frown tilting his head slightly.
“What do you mean by that?”
She smiled slow, confident.she spoke while moving her hair back in attitude.
“You will know it as I do it.”
He raised his eyebrows at her attitude, a small spark of surprise and amusement in his eyes.
Amisha pointed at the bed.
“Sit there.”
He smiled a little seeing her condition and her attitude.totally apposite.
He helped her down first, hands on her waist, steadying her as she jumped lightly to the floor.
Then he sat on the edge of the bed, legs apart, looking at her with a mix of confusion and curiosity.
Amisha walked toward him, holding the hem of her ghagra slightly up so it wouldn’t drag.
She slowly bent down to the floor.
Abhiraj’s eyes widened immediately.
He stuttered.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
She looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes.
“Are you stuttering?”
He gulped.
“Nahi… nahi.
Par tum kya kar rahi ho wahan khadi ho…”
She gave him a look—like ye tum hi ho ya nahi?
abhi to gandi gandi baate kar rahe the.mujhe chhed rahe the meri bari ayi to nayi nayi masoom bahu ki trah ho gye.
Then she sat down between his thighs.
Abhiraj’s hands came up instantly, cupping her face gently.
“kyu kaar Rahi ho koi zaroorat nhi hai.”
She tilted her head smricking.
“Kis cheez ki?”
He was confused what to say.that the thing he was thinking was real or not.if he said and he was wrong then what will she think.
She spoke again, voice soft but teasing.
“Kyaaaa...bolo… main toh tumhare pair bhi toh saaf kar sakti hu na?”
His ears turned red—dark, heated.
He spoke between gritted teeth.
“Chup. Band karo tumhari bawaas.”
She hit his cock lightly with her palm
making him moan, a mix of pain and pleasure.
He immediately softened.
“Sorry… sorry…”
She pointed at his lowers.
“Lower karo.”
He did slightly.
She dragged his pants down, then his boxers too.he was shock with the speed and courage.
His cock sprang out—hard, thick, veins prominent, already leaking at the tip.
She looked at it, then up at him holding his length in her small hand.
Abhiraj turned his face away, scratching the back of his head, embarrassed as it was first time her doing something like this.but still excited.
Then he felt it.
Her warm breath on his cock.
He bit his lip hard to stop any sound.
Then it became tough to control as breath got replaced by tounge.
A slight, tentative lick on the tip.
Then a soft kiss.
Konsi classes lag rahi hai iski…?
Kon sikha raha ye sab?
She jerked him slowly,hand going up and down, up and down.
She felt it was a little rough.
Not smooth enough.
So she spit on it.
Once.
Nope nope.
TWICE.
What the fucking hell...
Making the length slick and shiny.
Abhiraj’s eyes widened in shock.
He spoke between a moan, voice strained.
“Hesitation…hh...biwi… hesitation…”
Amisha looked up at him, eyes sparkling with mischief.
She continued slow, deliberate strokes, thumb brushing the sensitive head.
The room filled with the wet sound of her hand and his heavy breathing.
Abhiraj’s head fell back slightly.
But he kept watching her.
Completely lost in the sight.
She held his length in her small hand, tilting it side to side, examining it with open curiosity.
like he was some rare, unique insect she had never seen before.
Abhiraj’s eyes almost rolled back from the simple touch.
The way she looked at him.
so focused, so shameless.
made his breath hitch.
Then without warning she leaned forward and,
Boom.
Her mouth closed around the head.
Abhiraj almost screamed.
His eyes rolled back for real this time as her tongue swirled around the sensitive tip,slow, wet, teasing circles.
She pulled back slightly, then sucked on the head again gentle, then harder.
His whole body shivered.
Like electricity was running through every nerve.
Something hot and intense was building fast.
She looked up at him, eyes dark and commanding.
“Eyes on me…”
He snapped back to her face instantly shocked.
Mere hee dialogue… copyright hai mera ispe...
Then she licked him slow, flat tongue from his balls all the way up the length.
Abhiraj’s hips jerked.
He was about to speak....
“Rehne do...”
But the word turned into a loud, broken moan.
“...Aaaaghhh…”
She had pressed her finger firmly against the underside of his cock, right at that sensitive spot.
The next second—he was fully in her mouth.
Deep.
She took him as far as she could, warm, wet heat surrounding him.
Abhiraj’s hand flew to her hair.
Automatically.
He couldn’t help it.
He started fucking her mouth slow at first, then deeper, hips moving in short, desperate thrust.
His hips were moving with her head.
She gagged a little.
He immediately pulled her face away gentle but firm.
And then he came.
With a loud, guttural grunt body tensing, thighs shaking.
His cum spilled over her cleavage, neck, and some on his own thighs.
He looked down breathing hard.
Amisha wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.
She looked at the mess on her skin, then up at him.with scrunch of her lip.
“Your taste is very…… like namak ka pani… with weird texture.”
Abhiraj stared at her.
Wooow....what an unique review…
He let out a breathless laugh.
“Yup… not so good.
But yours is very tasty…
and I want to taste it now.”
Before she could process his words, he moved.
In one swift motion, he lifted her up and laid her on the bed.
Next second his lips crashed on her lips messy, breathless, desperate.
Tongue sliding against hers, tasting himself on her lips.
His hand moved down.
Parted her legs.
Fingers found her pussy already wet, slick, throbbing.
He rubbed her clit once, twice.
Then thrust two fingers inside her.
Deep.
Amisha moaned into the kiss loud, broken, needy.
Her back arched off the bed.
He didn’t stop.
Fingers moving in and out—slow, then faster—curling just right.
His mouth never left hers.
The kiss turned filthier.
Wet.
Hungry.
The room filled with the sound of her moans and the slick sound of his fingers.
Abhiraj pulled back just enough to look at her face flushed, eyes glassy, lips swollen.
He smiled against her mouth.
“Ab meri baari…”
After some time,
the room was filled with heavy breathing moans,and the wet sound of skin against skin.
Amisha was on top,straddling Abhiraj, riding his cock with slow, deep rolls of her hips.
Her hands were braced on his back, fingers digging into his skin as she moved.
Abhiraj sat beneath her, hands gripping her thick ass firmly squeezing, lifting, and bouncing her up and down on his length in a steady rhythm.
His mouth was on her breasts sucking one nipple hard, tongue flicking over the sensitive peak, then switching to the other. While pressing one Every time he sucked.
her body jolted, and he used that moment to thrust up harder, bouncing her on his cock.
Amisha’s head fell back, hair sticking to her sweaty back.
She was gasping, voice broken.
“Bohot ho gaya… thak gayi ab main…”
Abhiraj pulled his mouth off her nipple with a wet pop, looking up at her flushed face.
His hands never stopped still gripping her ass, still bouncing her on him.
“Okay…” he rasped, voice rough with pleasure.
“But let me complete… then we are done.”
She had already come multiple times first from his mouth, then from his fingers, then again and again on his cock.
Her body was trembling, oversensitive, but she couldn’t stop moving.
Abhiraj’s eyes were dark, possessive, locked on her face as he thrust up harder, bouncing her faster.
His grip on her ass tightened.
He was close.
Very close.
Amisha moaned loudly, nails digging into his chest.
“Abhirajhhh…”
He groaned against her skin, sucking her nipple one last time.
“Then come for me one more time…”
He thrust up deep, holding her down on him.
Her body tensed.
She cried out shaking.
clenching around him as another orgasm crashed through her.
Abhiraj followed right after.
burying his face between her breasts, groaning loudly as he came inside her, hips jerking up in short, powerful thrusts.
They stayed like that for a long moment Amisha slumped on top of him, breathing hard, body limp and satisfied.
Abhiraj’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close, one hand gently stroking her back.
He kissed the top of her head.
“Ab… theek hai?”
She hummed against his chest, too tired to speak properly.
“Hmm…”
He smiled, eyes soft.
“Good girl.”macking amisha chuckle.
The room was quiet now only their slowing breaths and the distant sound of rain outside.
They stayed tangled together.
No rush to move.
Just them.