Not My Little Sister

Chapter 21 - Making memories

Trigger warning: mature sexual content. Skip if uncomfortable, I'll summarize for you in the bottom

Nithin closed the door and pushed her against it. Lifting her, he positioned her so that her back was pressed against the wall, his hands were firmly on her hips, and her legs wrapped around him. Her face aligned with his, his towering frame enveloping her petite form.

"Give me a memory that no one can ever replace," Vinaya whispered, and his lips met hers in a passionate kiss, sealing the moment with a cataclysmic intensity.

It was a hungry, all-consuming kiss, a blaze of fire that surged through her body, simultaneously igniting and scorching. In that moment, it was crystal clear—they belonged to each other. No external thoughts or opinions mattered; it was a universe comprised solely of him and her.

His lips left hers, trailing to her earlobe, softly sucking before he whispered, "You are mine, Yaya, forever, just mine. You understand?"

A moan escaped her, and she moved against him, a response that fueled him further. His lips found her neck, soft yet persistent, his tongue traced the notch between her collarbones. As she struggled to catch her breath, she gasped, "Nittu..."

He looked up at her, his heart swelling with affection. "I love you, Vinaya Nambiar."

"I..." she began, but he silenced her with another kiss on her neck, rendering her thoughts irrelevant as sensations overwhelmed her.

He carried her to the bed and she clung on to him. "Ask me to stop if you feel uncomfortable." Nithin whispered in her ear before retreating. He positioned himself near her feet, lifting her foot up and kissing her toes.

Vinaya giggled, "what are you doing?" as Nithin kissed her under her feet.

"I'm going to worship every bit of your body tonight." Nithin said, her gaze locking on to hers as his hands caressed  her foot, slip up her calf to the soft skin of her thigh.

Sh gasped and then teased, "You've been reading my romance books in your free time?"

Nithin chuckled softly, savoring the intimate moment as he placed tender kisses on her calf. His hands traced a delicate path, sliding up and down her legs, before he gently lifted her skirt and gracefully pulled down her tights.

The air thickened with anticipation as he removed his shirt. He placed soft, lingering kisses over her inner thighs, eliciting subtle tremors in her legs.

The velvety texture of her skin captivated him as he neared the apex of her desire. She tugged on his hair, and when he looked up, he discovered her lips trembling between her teeth, her eyes wide with anticipation.

His gentle fingertips traced the contours of her lower abdomen, evoking a quiver in response. He smirked. With a subtle yet deliberate touch, he hooked his finger on the elastic band of her underwear. "Nittu!" she gasped, her voice a potent blend of longing and surrender.

The sensation of his hands and the caress of his lips on her legs left her utterly overwhelmed, a sensation unlike anything she had experienced before. A burgeoning warm wetness between her legs heightened, and she instinctively tensed her inner muscles. Her pelvis responded of its own accord, yearning for him.

His hands moved around her, tracing the band of her underwear until he reached the curve of her rear, squeezing gently as he kissed her lower abdomen . A gasp escaped her lips. A powerful desire surged within her, a longing for him to be intimately close in a way she had never yearned for anything else. She craved for him to be inside her, a need that reverberated through every fiber of her being.

"Nittu!" she whispered, a breathless plea, as his fingers sensually lowered her underwear. Instinctively, her hands reached down, delicately covering her intimate core, drawing his gaze up to her face.