Mām, TvamEkam (You and Me are One)

II Part 2 II

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"Talk to me Priya. You know, you can tell me what's on your mind. Is it too much? Do you want to... " But he never got to complete his question because Priya captured his lips in a deep kiss. "I don't want us to stop," she whispered, " not breaking the kiss. 

Ram's heart leaped hearing this. He knew Priya had trouble expressing her emotions verbally, so every occasion she had overcome her inhibitions and expressed herself, like this one, became a precious memory that he held close to his heart.

He released her from his grip and went down on his knees. He ran the tip of his tongue, slowly, around the hem of her chudidar. He hooked his index finger into her chudidar, and tugged it just a touch at the hip, and placed a deep kiss on her skin where it rested. He bit on her hip and pulled at her skin with his teeth. It earned him a growl and spurred him on.

"Ram, please," Priya said quietly, lifting his face and looking them in the eyes. He got up and, with one smooth motion, untied the strings of her chudidar, and she wriggled her feet to get rid of it in seconds. He opened his belt and threw it away carelessly, and his fingers rushed to do the same with his trousers.

"Uhhgg! Uuuuhhhhhggg!"

Priya's eyes quickly darted to find the source of Ram's annoyed grunts. A small piece of fabric that was stuck in the zipper, causing it to get jammed.

"Main help karoon?"

She sat at the edge of the bed, and pulled him towards her. With slightly trembling fingers, she worked the zipper, stealing a glance at his black satin boxers and the package it was starting to struggle to hold. Her fingers brushed against Ram's manhood, sending electric shocks down both their bodies.

"Done!" And Ram kicked his trousers away from sight.

They stood in front of each other for a moment, eyes locked, hands entwined in each other's, lost in the moment. It took them all of eight months to get to this moment, and now, all that was separating them were two small pieces of fabric. He stole a glance at the lacy black panty, glistening wet, and blood rushed to his manhood. His pulse quickened and tiny sweat beads started to form on his body. Priya's eyes followed his, and she let out a small gasp, noticing her wet panty.

"Sorry!" She whispered, almost inaudibly.

"Sorry, for what? Look at me," Ram said, cupping her face in his hands. "Find me one husband who wouldn't be excited to see his wife being turned on by his touch. I dare you," he whispered hoarsely.

"The Princess is getting ready to welcome her Prince Charming. Who am I to complain?"

''Ram..did you..did you just name..." she sputtered, her face flushed to the deepest crimson.

"Kyun, accha nahin laga? Let me go check. " He bent down, and pressed his lips to the lace, and she moaned deeply, fisting his curls.

"So that's settled then," he smiled wickedly, "let's not waste any more precious time now!"

And he took her lips into his with authority, passion, and need. He jerked her closer, clutching her hips, deepening the kiss. She felt his throbbing shaft rub against her core, making her moan loudly in his mouth. He circled his hands around her back and slipped them under her panty, cupping her derrière and massaging them. Their bodies melted into one as their kiss intensified and they fell onto the bed without pulling their lips apart.

Ram cupped her breast and kept working it while she locked her arms around his neck. They kissed until they were finally gasping for breath. He slid down, took her foot in his hand and kissed her ankle. He worked his way up her leg, kissing every inch of skin as she lost herself in the sensation. Her skin glowed in the dim light under his touch. He grazed her inner things with his fingertips, and then started placing deliciously wet kisses all the way to her core, giving her gooseflesh. Her body came alive, burning under his touch, as desire started to take control of her senses.