Along the Lines of Love | ✓

Chapter 78 : Joy

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O tere sang yaara,

khush rang bahara

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Her moans and gasps drove him to the edge as he moved inside her while his face remained buried in the crook of her neck. His hands locked with hers above her head.

Encouraged by her first orgasm with him, he had shamelessly browsed a few sites about women's pleasure. It took a considerable amount of his time because of which he had worked less in the past few days. But he wasn't complaining. It was beginning to feel worth it.

It had been three days to that day. The first two times he had stuck to using his fingers, working her up to an orgasm first. Watching his wife come was the biggest turn on for him, he had realized. It made him hard, ramrod hard. It had been an easy routine, help her reach an orgasm and then move inside her until he reached his.

On the third day, he had put some of his research into use. He had only teased her with his fingers and then proceeded to the enter her, giving her fast thrusts. He tried his best to touch her sensitive spot in the process while he was at it. He could tell from the myriad of emotions crossing her face that she was getting stimulated but it hadn't ended with her usual release. So after he was all spent, he had paused to regain his energy, before he used his fingers to give her an orgasm.

Tonight, he was putting another one of his learned trick to experiment. He didn't just thrust but rubbed his groin against hers with every to and fro. Their bodies colliding again and again, against the other's.

The sounds she made seemed to be hinting at the possible success of this particular technique. Perhaps he could research a few more positions. He wasn't sure if she would be okay with being on top of him.

"Nik-khil," she gasped, her feet that were on his back moved lower to his butt. Nikhil sucked at her neck in response. That felt nice, really nice.

They were slowly trying to explore each other. Being a little bolder in bed. There was an unspoken understanding to figure out ways to pleasure each other. That's why he avoided work after coming back. Sharanya wasn't far behind. She'd dress up in tempting pieces of dress and avoid spending time in the kitchen after dinner. Their sex life was steadily becoming interesting.

"Nikh--hil!" She gasped again, this time closer to his ears, trying to free her hands.

He pressed his lips against her neck, humming. Sharanya momentarily squeezed her eyes shut at the wonderful sensation against her neck. Her thoughts went back to his slow movements that were nothing if not teasing. For the first time she felt, she was reaching her orgasm with the regular thrusting. The way his body rubbed over felt so damn good.

She let out a gasp, as he drove in harder. She closed her legs tighter around him. "A little faster, please," she begged, her mind numbed with the pleasure spiralling outward from her core.

Nikhil raised his head, meeting her gaze. This was yet another problem he had to figure a solution for. He didn't know when he had to follow what she said or do the opposite. Like there were times when she'd ask him to slow down but what she expected was him to be faster. There was so much he had to learn about her.

She had her lips parted mouth forming an almost O. He watched her, releasing his hold on her hands. His one hand curved around her neck while the other pushed away the hair from her cheek. And then he lowered his face, kissing her cheek.