𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 || 𝐀𝐁𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀 ||

No One Has To Know What We Do - 5 (18++)

WORD COUNT: 3.7K
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Abhishek's skin is still damp and warm as Manisha runs her hand over one of his biceps, then the other. She wants to kiss him - finally kiss him.

Reaching upwards she wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him down to press her lips to his. They move in hurried unison, feeling every inch of each other they can get to, years of pent up frustration finally coming to a head.

By the time they break away Abhishek's dick rests hard and heavy against the inside of her leg.

She just wants him inside already, but Abhishek has other ideas. He's currently peppering her naked body with soft kisses, starting with her neck and working his way down.

He hasn't even touched her tits yet, but she wants him to, however Abhishek seems content to kiss her everywhere, soft moans escaping him every few seconds.

She's glad he's enjoying himself as much as she is.

'Abhishek' she breathes, but he happily continues on.

'Mm?'

'Aur kitna intezaar karwega humein.'

'Thori der aur meri jaan plus, I'm not even done exploring your body yet'

She knows she needs to be properly prepared first, which in an ideal world would be fine but now they're finally getting down to it she's fast losing her patience.

Then he's over her again, whispering.

'Ankh baand kar apna.'

'kiu?'

He gives her a look as if to say do as you're told and turns out that is a major turn on.

Manisha closes her eyes, feeling the wetness building between her legs. But there's nowhere to hide now. Surely he can smell it anyway, his head is right there-

Then she feels it.

His lips against her wet pussy.

Manisha gasps at the sudden contact, eyes flying open as she props herself up to watch. Not that she can see much with his dark hair hiding most of his face, but she's dreamt of this for so long, she wants to make sure it's real.

It is.

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Manisha doesn't taste at all like Abhishek thought she would. It's unlike anything he's tasted before.

Many a night he'd spent dreaming of what she'd taste like - picturing how he'd go down on her and rock her world - but now his mouth is finally there, he realises he really has no idea what to do with it.

All he wants is to make her feel good - make this better than the one and only time she's ever experienced it - but he's trying not to put too much pressure on himself either. He realises it'll take time, and practise.

The practise part he's looking forward to.

He can hear her moaning already - more like, soft panting - so he figures if he keeps going like this, he can't go too wrong. Can't hurt to ask though - especially as he remembers her saying the last guy had no interest in making her feel good.

Abhishek doesn't want to make the same mistake. He wants everything he does to make her feel amazing.

Lifting his head, he catches her watching.

'yeh thik haina?'

She doesn't say anything, simply nods, cheeks flushed. She looks adorable.

'Ruk mat' she whispers, shaking the hair from her eyes.