Tw: light sexual content, discussion on caste system
Vinaya gazed into Nithin's eyes, his embrace enveloping her with a tender warmth. His fingers traced delicate patterns along her arm, sending shivers down her spine. A soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips, stirring a brief moment of panic in Nithin's eyes as he hesitated and started to withdraw.
"Don't, chetta," Vinaya whispered, her voice breathy. His gaze softened, and he surrendered to the intimacy, his fingers now gently drawing circles along her back. She released a sigh, letting the tension dissipate through parted lips.
Vinaya had woken up early. After using the bathroom and a quick shower, she had lingered before his still-slumbering form. Nithin had drawn her into his arms, and she had snuggled in with him, falling asleep.
"Yaya," he now murmured, his voice a low, hoarse melody that resonated with desire. Her heart quickened at the childhood nickname that sounded affectionate on his lips. Vinaya reached out, delicately tracing her thumb across his lips, applying gentle pressure that elicited a shaky exhale. His arousal prodded at her and she smiled nervously.
"You can't hold me like this and not kiss me," Vinaya whispered, her face tantalizingly close to his, ensconced in the embrace of his strong arms around her petite frame.
"I can't, Yaya," he responded in a deep voice, his inner turmoil reflected in his words. "You are Mohan's sister. His friendship means too much to me to do this," he continued, his emotions swirling, threatening to cloud his judgment.
"More than I do?" she questioned, bridging the gap between their lips. The warmth of her mouth against his resonated through every inch of his body and a low growl escaped him.
He pulled away and his gaze locked onto her face, a determination in his eyes. His lips sought hers again, his hands ascended from her waist to her neck.
All bets were off. They had crossed the line, and there was no going back. In a bold move, he thrust his tongue into her mouth, and she reciprocated with equal fervor. He hungrily sucked her tongue and lower lip. It wasn't enough.
The need for breath momentarily parted them, but he wasn't willing to allow the distance. He trailed kisses from her chin to the delicate curve of her jaw and down to the inviting expanse of her neck, where he indulged in the intoxicating sensation of soft flesh beneath his lips, drawing out a symphony of moans from her.
Insatiable, he yearned for more. Climbing over her, he loomed above. He saw her eyes widen.
"Nittu," she breathed. A smile graced his lips at the endearment. She was a living dream, he mused, and, with that thought, he descended once again into the intoxicating realm of their shared passion, kissing her lips again.
"Is this what you wanted, Yaya?" he inquired, finally breaking the kiss, his hand journeying to the buttons of her pajama top, skillfully unfastening them. She gasped as she felt his kisses along her collarbone, igniting a cascade of moans that fueled his desire further.
Unable to resist, he persisted. Supporting his body with his forearm and knees, his hand found the curve of her her breast, kneading it with fervor.Vinaya gasp and trembled at his touch. Her curves felt perfect in his hand.
In the midst of escalating passion, she realized he was being more intimate than she had anticipated. Though she had made out with her ex-boyfriend before, they had never gone to second base. Things were unfolding too rapidly for her comfort.
"Chetta, stop," she whispered, prompting Nithin to roll off her, both of them breathing heavily. In the aftermath, she pondered how far he might have gone if she hadn't intervened. She bit her lip at the thought, acknowledging the conflicting desires within her. Today wasn't the day for such exploration, she concluded.
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Not My Little Sister
RomanceVinaya Nambiar, a 22-year-old medical student from India, finds herself thrust into the bustling streets of New York City for a two-month clinical rotation in pediatrics. With strict Indian parents and a rebellious spirit, Vinaya becomes entangled...