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My south was becoming damp from the hot kisses that were blowing on my throat. When Maan began kissing and licking my neck, I gripped his T-shirt.
“Ahhh..” As soon as he clasped my tits, I let out an extremely ecstatic moan. He strolled recklessly on my thighs with his other hand. He moved his hands to my upper cloth's hem.
The bitter core of my past was being erased by his touch.
I moaned softly, his name escaping my lips as a divine prayer, “Maan”
He tore away my blouse and now I was only left with bra in front of him, “What do you want me to do Rika?” He hovered over me and requested in a husky voice.
“Do you want me to touch you.” He slid his hands inside my bra and asked. His gaze remained focused.
I gave him a head nod.
“Words, Rika.” His husky voice made me crave him even more. “Y-Yes.” My voice was bold as I said. My bra was on the ground in no time.
A chill went down through my body as Maan touched my brought up nipples. I'm soaking wet.
He abruptly grabbed my nipples, causing me to leap from my position. I became even more irritated as he began to touch my buds teasingly.
His eyes were dilated and he was grinning at me. “Why isn't he sucking them?” I let out a frustrated sigh.
My eyes began to well up with tears as he whacked my breasts. No, not because it hurt. The pain was pleasant.
“Ahhh.” When he squeezed my left, I moaned. He continued to stroke my stiff nipples with one hand. “Suck them.” I was unable to restrain my yearning.
“As my Rika wishes.” His lips were on my breasts as he spoke. I went crazy when he licked and sucked my buds. His tongue rolled over my nipples as he squeezed my left boob when he began to suck my right.
I was ecstatic when Maan suddenly began to nibble my nipples. I was lost in his embrace, my hands tracing the skin of his bare shoulder but suddenly unknown individuals began entering our room as the doors opened.
I jolted awake, my heart racing.
It had been a dream—a wet dream filled with intimacy, where my husband was at the center of it all.
“What’s wrong, Rika?” Maan murmured, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“Nothing at all, just go back to sleep.” I replied softly, but he didn’t let me go. Instead, he pulled me closer, enveloping me in his warmth.
I was still trying to make sense of the sensations lingering in my mind.
I'd never experienced anything like it before, yet here I was, feeling an undeniable wave of desire. My gaze drifted to Maan, who lay asleep beside me, his peaceful demeanor a stark contrast to the storm of emotions I felt.
