Thakur's Hidden Desire | 18+

37. His Book🌶️

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Jairaj POV

I don't know what she actually wanted when she said that she would love to bear this punishment, until she stood up from my lap, and took off her dupatta.

I didn't say anything and kept looking at her with darkened unwavering gaze. She took her hand back, and undid the knot of the strings that was attached to her kurti. She slid down the sleeves of it sexily, but her gaze extemporaneously lowered as they met mine.

I could see the strap of her brassiere when she completely lowered the sleeves, and gradually she took it off by sliding it down to the level of her feet. She took out her legs from it.

I could see her breathing heavily. Those cute orange like boobs of hers were rising and falling significantly before my gaze. I supported myself on my palms that were resting on my side now, and ran my eyes through her gorgeous curves.

"You can stop it when you feel uncomfortable."

I spoke, when I saw the shyness in her eyes. She thinks that she can hide her feelings from me, but I read her like a reader reads his favourite book. She is my book! Oh! She is my painting also. Fuck! She is so much to me that even I don't know.

"I ain't uncomfortable. It's just...."

She spoke in a trembling voice. Her fingers intertwined before her womanhood. Her cheeks were adorned with a pinkish tint, and those mesmerizing eyes were gawking at the floor.

"You're shy because you've never done it before."

I completed her sentence, and she glanced at me in urgency, but her timidity didn't allow her to stare at me. She may be a dark romance reader, but she is timid, shy, pretty, feminine and beautiful like a rose bud - tender, soft and fragile.

"You might have read many books till now. Let me read you!"

I whispered to her, straightening up myself. I want to read her, feel her, explore the depths of her. I want to make her feel everything that she has always wanted from her man, but I could only know it if I try to understand her.

"How can you read me? I am not a book."

She spoke, while I took slow dominating steps towards her. She took a small step backwards, but I had come quite closer to her by now, so I sheathed my arm around her waist, and yanked her to me, her bosom collided with my chest, and she gasped, stealing coy glances of me.

My head leaned towards her in a slow passionate way, and I gave a peck on her forehead softly, sniffing her fragrance with utmost patience.

"Then be my book!"

I mumbled to her, she was already breathing heavily so I kept kissing her softly to calm her down. She is so delicate and soft that I want to nurture her like the most precious gift that I've received from Mahadev!

But I also want to ruin her in my ways. I am so stuck between my desires. I never revealed my actual intentions before anyone, or I must say that I myself am unaware of what I want to do with her.

She is undoubtedly my hidden desire!

The lovers stare at the moon when they are going through an emotional turmoil, but I would ogle her such a condition so she is my moon also!

She is everything I see, I listen to, I feel and I want to experience. She is the point that I ever wanted to reach. She is the ocean I would willingly drown into.

"I will read you."

I spoke, running my fingers through her naked back. She hissed, her warm breath scuffled with my bare chest. Those moderately sharp nails of her pretty hands scratched my biceps without harming me much.