Snapshots of Desire ✔ [Completed]

Fireworks : Part 02

Summary - It's the 15th of August. And Shreya plans on spending some time with her loved ones... her files. Sure as hell, Senior Inspector Daya can't have that. Daya. Shreya. Summer. A lake. EXPLICIT (be warned!), unbelievably long, I just couldn't stop writing... rated M, absolutely, of course. If you still want to read it: Enter at your own risk! Let me warn some more: Outrageous MATURE CONTENT ahead! TRESPASS ON YOUR OWN RISK! Okay- enough? Let's start 2ND PART, then!

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Shreya could have sworn she had never been this relaxed before. She slowly emerged from a deep, soothing slumber, her mind still clouded from delicious dreams and even more perfect things that had actually happened… the cheesy saying rang true now: her reality was finally better than her dreams. She smiled drowsily, her heart thundering in her chest.

Damn, she was in love. Really, truly, madly in love, like all these perfect people in the movies. How fast her doubts had vanished, when her heart was so full, full to the brim, not an ounce inside her left empty. She even forgot scolding herself for being a sappy fool.

She felt his warm body close to hers, soft, satiny skin all over, even on a certain, rock-hard part of his anatomy. She carefully searched with her fingers, learning his dimensions, her breath catching in her throat. Damn, he was big. Her core flooded in anticipation, her stomach dropped, the sensation warm and scary, like free falling.

He stirred slightly, turning onto his back, one arm landing over his eyes.

He looked too delicious to miss, and she wanted to explore. Bending her naked body, she scooted closer, until his cock was close to her lips. He was perfect, hard as steel, the vein on the underside of his shaft pulsating against her tongue when she gave him a gentle lick. She closed her eyes in bliss. She thoroughly wet the tip of his cock with her tongue, licking and sucking as carefully as she could, drawing more and more pre-come from the tiny slit in the middle.

Daya tensed, and she knew he was awake when he put his hand against the back of her head, not pushing or directing her, just gently dishevelling her hair. She felt his growing excitement and admired how he was able to keep his touches light and tender despite his ecstasy, his self-control was marvellous. She swallowed him as deep as she could, making sure his sensitive glans rubbed over her gums and throat all the way down, relaxing her muscles to allow him to go in to the hilt.

Daya’s whole body bucked beneath her, and a deep groan was wrenched from his throat. He pushed his fingers through her hair, still taking care to keep the contact light and gentle, not forcing her in any direction. She moaned around his cock and took his hands, firmly putting them onto her head, making him chuckle breathlessly. He framed her face with his wonderful, warm, broad hands and started to move his hips, carefully thrusting in and out of her mouth.

It was heaven, his taste clean and fresh, his pre-come slightly salty. Her senses reeled with arousal, and she gave him all she had, sucking so hard he trembled beneath her, his desperate moans getting louder and louder.

Her clit was so swollen it felt twice its normal size, but she didn't want to touch herself, wanted to concentrate on him and nothing else, loving how he was slowly sliding out of control under her caresses.

She sensed his attempt to pull back, maybe doubting if she wanted to swallow his seed, but she kept him lodged firmly inside her throat, clutching his hips to show him she wasn't going anywhere. He finally let go, releasing a hoarse cry of relief while his warm, balmy juices flooded her mouth.

She moaned in delight and swallowed every drop, pulling back slightly to catch his unique taste, the silky texture of his semen, gushing onto her tongue in hot spurts. He was still semi-hard when he was spent, and she licked him clean, taking her sweet time before she scooted upwards, bringing her face level with his.