Hers To Love

Chapter-17

It was oddly remnant of our first kiss. The way he pounced on me out of the blue, the way I froze in his arms, and the way it was the big bang that had started everything.

Arun loves me.

Arun loves me.

Arun loves me.

I said it to myself over and over, as though it were a spell. As though saying those words was enough to cement it in the real world. Surely, all this had to be a dream, right? There was no way that Arun and I were standing in the rain, kissing each other, both highly aware of the fact that we love each other. 

But it was real alright. The way his hands snaked my waist and his tongue was probing my mouth. It was all real. Jolted into reality with this realization, I kissed Arun back fervently. With desire and devotion. He lifted me up, and I wrapped my hands around his waist, clinging on to him like he was a liferaft in a stormy sea.

“Say it again,” I pleaded when we came up for air.

“I love you,” Arun declared unabashedly. “I love you, and I am a fool for not saying it earlier.”

“I love you,” I said.

“I love you.” He echoed.

The park rang with the sweet sound of the declarations of our love. It heated up with the fire of our passion. The trees and sleepy birds watched as our mouths came together in need, our hands tugging at each other's clothes.

“Now, will you come home?” Arun asked when he finally left my lips.

“Yes,” I said, and I let him set me on my feet. He took my hand, kissed my knuckles, and led me out of the park.

Yes, I wanted to go home. Because home meant something more now. Home meant Arun Sahu and his heart, which loved me.

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We went into Arun’s flat and locked the door behind us. We didn't speak as we went into his bedroom. Didn't speak as we stripped off our clothes. Didn't speak as we crawled under the toasty sheets, our legs tangling and our bodies heating up each other.

I let Arun worship my body as he pleased. He dropped soft kisses all over my face.

“I love you,” he whispered as he nuzzled my neck. I held his head, loving the weight of it on my shoulder. The feel of the contours of his face on the hollows of my neck. He tugged at my nipples, ran his hand over my stomach, and then put his finger inside me, all the while staring into my eyes. Reading every iota of lust on my face. Enjoying the soft moans that escaped my lips.

I held his shoulders when I felt myself going out of this world, the orgasm coursing through my body in waves. I fell back on the mattress, still reeling from the orgasm when Arun entered me, my still twitching inner walls gripping his cock like vice.

He kissed my face as he moved inside me, my eyes, my nose and my mouth. 

“I love you,” he told me with each thrust.

“I love you,” I said, feeling more euphoric with each repetition of that phrase.

Then he came inside me and rested his head on my chest. I ran my fingers through his hair, wondering what I had done to get so lucky.

It might not have been the most passionate and adventurous sex we ever had. But it was more real than any of them were ever combined. Because tonight, we didn't just have sex. We made love.

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“I have to leave,” I said, running my fingers through the dusting of hair on Arun’s chest. 

“That's the beauty of it. You don't have to.” Arun said. “Stay the night. I am not done with you yet.”