Chapter 23: The Birthday 2.0 (18+)

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"Nah, you were always so engrossed in your studies that we never had the chance to truly know about your birthday... But now- some to think of it, Abhi should have at least informed us. whatever, let's make this the first birthday we celebrate together," I said, my voice filled with warmth as I held her hand. We sat on the bed, and I leaned my head against her shoulder while she found solace in the pages of a novel.

Impatience tinged my voice as I asked, "How much longer will you keep reading?" She responded with a gentle hum, and I couldn't help but release a sigh.

A smirk made its way on my lips. I looked at her and then, with tenderness, I pressed my lips against her neck, leaving behind heated breaths that I could feel sent shivers down her spine. Slowly, I parted my mouth and delicately sucked on her velvety skin. She remained silent, she tilted her head, inviting me to continue as I peppered her neck with soft, lingering kisses. Each time my tongue grazed her delicate flesh, her breath quickened with anticipation. My fingertips traced the curve of her neck, and before I knew it, I found myself sitting on her lap. Her hands roamed freely, tracing the contours of my body and playfully tousling my hair. In that moment, nothing else mattered. It felt absolutely intoxicating.

With gentle strokes, my hand explored her body, all the while continuing to nibble on her neck. A delightful moan escaped her lips, and the sound sent a surge of pleasure through me. I glanced up at her, captivated by the way she bit her lip, trying to suppress her desires. Was I truly capable of making her feel this good? As my fingers traced the edges of her shirt, I locked eyes with her, and she nodded, silently granting me permission. Slowly, I removed her shirt, and she instinctively covered her body, closing her eyes tightly.

I gently moved her hands away, whispering, "Shh... you are the most beautiful person, Pavi." I playfully nibbled on her ear, and finally, she surrendered, allowing my hands to explore freely. Cupping her breast, I applied just enough pressure to elicit another delicious moan. A mischievous smirk played on my lips as I took one of her breasts into my mouth, my hands tracing the contours of her waist. The world seemed to fade away as we lay down together.. my hands explored the curves of her backside, I could sense her growing wetness. Slowly, I removed her pyjamas, revealing her desire to me.

With utmost care, I cupped her face and asked, my voice filled with both desire and concern, "Is this okay, Pavi?" She nodded, her eyes filled with longing and trust.

As our desires intensified, the room seemed to fill with an electric energy. I couldn't resist the overwhelming urge to explore every inch of her body, to taste and touch her in ways that would bring us both to the heights of pleasure.

I trailed my lips down from her neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses along her collarbone. My hands caressed her sides, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my fingertips. Our bodies moved together in a rhythm that felt instinctual, as if we were two puzzle pieces finally fitting perfectly into place.

With each kiss and touch, her moans grew louder, her body arching into my touch. I couldn't get enough of her—the way her breath quickened, the way her body responded to my every move.

My hand travelled down to her core as I played with her clit. Long and slow strokes, "Please.. oh god-" I could hear her begging me. But it's just the beginning.

"Holy shit," she said, as soon as I inserted two fingers in her. Her moans were a beautiful symphony to my ear. Lost in the sea of passion, I whispered words of adoration and desire into her ear, fueling the fire that burned between us. As she drowned in pleasure, I stopped.

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