Loving HIM Unconditionally

First Kiss

Devyani's pov -

When his lips met mine, it caught me off guard, and I was kinda frozen, not sure what was happening.

He kissed me passionately, but I felt like a statue, not really responding. It was something I never expected from him, especially at that moment.

But guess what, life is full of surprises.

I wasn't reacting to his kiss, so he pinched my waist a bit. Ouch! That brought me back to reality, and I opened my mouth slightly.

Dev took advantage of that and slipped his tongue into my mouth, exploring every bit.

It was my first kiss, and I had no clue what I was doing.

What am I supposed to do in this situation, God?

Of course I have read lots of smut, kissing and kinky scenes in Wattpad stories but all that was theoretical knowledge.

But real life requires practical knowledge.

Ab practical knowledge kaha se laau, bhagwaan?

(Now, where do I get that practical experience, god)?

Dev seemed like a pro at this. The way he was exploring my mouth, it was like he knew all the right moves.

And oh boy, his tongue. The way his tongue moved in my mouth, it was working wonders, awakening some hidden feelings in me. It triggered unexpected waves of wetness on my vertical lips.

I tried to follow his lead, slowly moving my lips, probably not doing a great job.

I felt him smile in the middle of the kiss, maybe because of my awkward attempts to kiss him back.

As our lips met, the room disappeared, leaving only the charged connection between us. Dev's kiss stirred up a mix of desire, frustration, and a yearning for closeness.

His lips were firm and commanding, and I responded eagerly, losing myself in the kiss.

Our mouths moved together seamlessly, exploring each other's passion.

His hands found my waist, pulling me closer, eliminating any distance between us. The warmth of his touch sparked a fire inside me, and our emotions intertwined intensely.

The taste of him was irresistible, a blend of longing and vulnerability. In that moment, our barriers crumbled, and we were vulnerable, stripped of pretenses.

It was a kiss filled with unspoken apologies, forgiveness, and a shared desire for understanding.

As our lips briefly parted, his eyes locked onto mine, a silent promise lingering. Without words, we continued expressing ourselves through touch.

His lips found my neck, leaving soft, lingering kisses that sent shivers down my spine and I melted into his touch.

The air was thick with the scent of our passion, and the room pulsed with our connection.

His hands explored my body, memorizing every curve. My heart raced, and the intensity left us breathless.

In that kiss, the weight of past grievances lifted, replaced by the promise of a shared future. The room echoed with the rhythm of our synchronized heartbeats, speaking of unity and understanding.

His touch healed the wounds that had inflicted in me, a soothing embrace whispering of redemption.

Eventually, after a few minutes he stopped kissing my neck, we both were breathless and connected in a way words couldn't capture.