Trishalini ~ The Jewel of Mahabaleshgarh

78 ~ Baby's Food

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Abhinandan POV

She placed her hands on my shoulder and pulled herself a little up and down. I felt a current run into my body.

"Arghh," my parted lips felt liberated, unable to put my breaths and voice in the confines.

My head arched back, and when she pushed me a little back, I couldn't help but lie down. My hands gently touched her waist and belly. Her fingers pressed into my midriff and lower abdomen as she moved against me.

"Arghhh," my throat ran dry. The wetness of her beauty, the tightness and the slow and tiny stings made me go insane. And, her moaning breathes over it was the stars in the moony night.

She inhaled sharply and deeply, "Anhhhhh,"

Her head fell backwards; her mouth hung open, which I noticed, opening my eyes for a moment.

As she kept moving slowly, I felt it slipping more inside her.

She cried out all of a sudden. "Annhhhhhhhhh," before she stopped and breathed heavily. I immediately placed my hand on her midriff to prevent her from falling.

Holding my wrist, she pushed herself even more down against me. A cry tore free from her lips, echoing in the chamber, sending chills down my spine and warming me up like never before.

I could not believe my eyes.

She was lost.

My sight freed from the shame as they lowered down to her chest. The tiny highlights of her nipples made me bite my lips.

I wanted to see her. All.

She was mine.

Gliding my hand down her midriff, I placed it gently over her lower abdomen. She opened her dizzy eyes to look into mine.

As I tried to pull her inner up, she shook her head slowly. Her hand firmed on my wrist, but I nodded slightly, and she closed her eyes.

"Anhhhhhh," her slow and deep moans filled the chamber and my life with new experiences.

If someone had told me that it would make her feel this way, I would have paid attention to all the details I missed. The theory that a girl would cry when taken forcibly and laugh and smile when done gently was wrong.

She could cry even when it was gentle. It was not the strength; it was the intensity.

And I could feel that intensity run into my body. Sucking on my lower lip, I slowly pulled her inner up to her waist. My gaze widened a little, watching us connect. The tiny baby hair made me rub my thumb a little.

She opened her eyes and looked at me. Her face was like the soft flame of a candle, glowing so bright and dim that one could mistake it for gold under the moonlight. As a tint of timidity spread across her gaze, when she lowered them down, I could not but feel a slight smile appear on my lips.

But I wanted more.

Moving my hand upwards, I took her inner with it.

She shook her head again, and I inhaled deeply to sit up a little.

Fisting my hands on her inner, I slowly pulled it up. She was caught off guard, and before she could react, her hands were freed from the fabric, making her gasp.

She looked into my eyes with surprise. Her face turned insanely flushed, and I immediately cupped her neck and pressed my lips against her. I wanted to make her feel comfortable.