Snapshots of Desire ✔ [Completed]

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Warning - This story has mature content. TRESPASS ON YOUR OWN RISK!

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Yesterday was the best. Daya would remember it for the rest of his life, because he was pretty sure that nothing could top it. They had gone at it like bunnies- it was really hard for them—for him to stop. Shreya was amazing in every way.

Daya tightened his hold on her soft body, feeling her skin press against him. Her hot breath kept ghosting on his chest. God! Everything about this woman made him want to lose control all over again.

He wanted to have her with him forever, and nothing in the world would change that.

Daya kissed the top of her head lovingly, waiting for her to wake up, watching her while she slept. He'd made a promise to her that he would be right there when she woke up. He intended to keep that promise.

He heard a soft mumble and Shreya began to stir, pressing her head to his chest and snuggling close. "Daya…" she called.

"I'm here." he replied.

She nodded, humming happily before wrapping her arms around his torso and continuing with her sleep. Daya kept his gaze on her and tried not to move. She slept for half an hour more before opening her beautiful black eyes and looking up at him.

"Morning, babe," she greeted, and pecking a kiss on his lips before pulling away with a slight frown on her face. Her soft hand ran over his beard covered jaw. "There's too much beard. I think it's time for you to shave it off. I like you clean shaved."

"Nah, I'm too lazy." he replied, and pecked her lips. "I've got a better use for the time than shaving my beard."

She snorted. "A better use for the time? You mean fucking like bunnies, fucker?"

"You still sore? We can put sex off for today." he offered with a smug smile, but it immediately faded away. He gasped as Shreya reached her hand down to grab his cock, teasingly stroking him a few times. "Don't start what you can't finish, baby." He didn't back down either, slipping his hand to cup her breast and circling his thumb on her nipple.

"Oh, I will finish it alright, Daya." She screeched, getting up to straddle his waist.

Daya's eyes widened in expectation as Shreya's fingers raked down his chest to his six pack. He was expecting her to ride him just now. As if she knew what was on his mind, she slipped out of bed, smiling mischievously, and put a silk robe over her body, blocking the beautiful view of her back and ass from Daya. The man groaned in frustration.

"We should take a bath first because we are totally stinky. I do care for our hygiene, Daya."

Daya whined. "Can we do it in the bath?"

"No! Take a bath now, Daya or I will be the one who puts off sex for today!"

"But don't shave my beard, alright? I really like it."

"Can't promise that."

Daya got up and followed his beloved lady into the bathroom. They got into the bath but immediately jumped out because of the cold water.

"I swear to god I will get someone to fix it today!" Shreya yelled angrily.

Daya immediately calmed her down by kissing her neck and massaging her shoulders. "Calm down, babe. We can take a quick shower."

"Lucky I have you." she replied with a smile.

Shreya clung to Daya. The warmth from his body felt so good, Daya always being warm and cuddly. She loved how gentle he was when he washed her, his big hands roaming over her skin. She pulled on his neck to give him a deep kiss, just to tell him how much she felt for him, Daya replying with the same intensity.