Shubman's grip on Sara tightened, his fingers digging into her skin with a possessive urgency. His inner animal, awakened and insatiable, surged to the surface, driven by a raw, unrestrained intensity. He wanted her, every part of her, with an urgency that bordered on madness. Sara's breathy moans and the way she whispered his name like a sacred chant only fueled his desire further, making him groan with a primal need.
Sara's legs felt weak as Shubman's lips moved along her neck, each kiss igniting a fire that spread throughout her body. Overcome with the intensity of the moment, she let her head fall onto his shoulder, hiding her flushed face in the crook of his neck. Her breath came in short, gasping bursts, each one a testament to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.
With a fluid motion, Shubman scooped her up into his arms, carrying her in a bridal style. He moved with a purpose, settling her gently yet firmly onto the dining table. As he did, her sari's pallu slipped, revealing the soft curves of her chest, rising and falling rapidly with her quickened breath. Her eyes fluttered closed, a deep blush spreading across her cheeks, a mix of shyness and uncontainable desire.
Shubman's lips found her neck again, his kisses more urgent, more demanding. He trailed his mouth down her neck, lingering at the hollow of her throat!
Shubman's hands moved to Sara's blouse, his fingers deftly working the buttons open. Each release of fabric made her breath hitch, her anticipation heightening with every passing second. As the blouse fell away, his mouth descended to her chest, his lips and teeth finding her sensitive skin. His bites were both tender and demanding, making her cry out in pleasure. Each nip sent jolts of electricity through her body, her skin tingling with a mix of pain and ecstasy.
With a fluid motion, he unwrapped the rest of her sari, letting the fabric pool around her. He kissed his way down her body, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. When his mouth reached her thighs, he paused, his breath warm against her skin. Sara's desires surged, her body arching toward him in silent plea. He gave her inner thigh a teasing bite, making her moan!
Shubman's mouth moved higher, his face burying between her thighs as he tasted her. Sara's moans grew louder, her hands fisting in his hair as waves of pleasure washed over her. Each stroke of his tongue, each nip and kiss, sent her spiraling further into a state of bliss. Her back arched off the table, her body trembling as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.
Once he was done tasting her, he rose, his eyes dark with desire. His fingers trailed from her forehead, moving slowly down her face. He paused at her lips, his thumb grazing over them with a roughness that made her shiver. She parted her lips, her breath coming in shallow gasps, her eyes locked on his.
Shubman's hand continued its journey, sliding down to her chest. His touch was both rough and tender, a paradox that left her breathless. He cupped her breast, his thumb grazing over her sensitive skin, making her moan. His hand continued downward, exploring every inch of her, claiming her as his own.
Shubman positioned himself between Sara's thighs, his tip teasing the sensitive entrance to her body. Each touch sent electric jolts of anticipation through her, making her shiver with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. No matter how many times they had done this, the sheer size of him always made her wonder how she could possibly take him in. Her mind raced with the familiar question: *Will he fit?*
Without hesitation, Shubman thrust inside her, filling her completely. Sara screamed, a mix of pain and pleasure escaping her lips. He was relentless, his movements powerful and rhythmic, driven by an almost animalistic fervor. His stamina, honed by his life as a young athlete, seemed boundless. Each thrust was deep and strong, pushing her closer to the edge with every stroke.
