The Silent Seduction

35. ARJUN

The chapter is very long and contains mature scenes(18+), read it at your own risk, and if you are uncomfortable then you can skip the part.

I feel a shiver run down my spine as Mahira takes my hand, leading me towards the bed. I can't believe this is really happening, that I'm about to make love to her. My heart is racing, but there's also a deep sense of calm and peace within me.

“Arjun...” I pause as Mahira places her hand on my chest, feeling the steady beat of my heart under her palm. I look at her, my eyes filled with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. "Mahira...what are we doing?"

She slowly trailed her hands on my neck, and made our forehead touch, “It's fine, we can stop, but you know that I love you.”

I feel a sense of relief washing over me as I close my eyes, savoring the warmth of her breath, and the words that she has just spoken. "Mahira..."

“Yes?” I lean in, pressing my lips softly against hers, pouring all my emotions into that one kiss. I pull back, looking into her eyes. "I love you too, Mahira. So much. And I want this, I want you. But..."

“But what Arjun?” I hesitate, my insecurities creeping back in. "But what if I'm not good at it? What if I mess this up?" I confess, my voice barely whispers. "What if I can't live up to..."

But Mahira's gentle shushing calms me down, her finger on my lips silencing my doubts. She replaces her finger with her own lips, kissing me softly. "Arjun...just follow your instincts, and listen to me. That's all you need to do."

Nodding, I part my lips, inviting her in. Our kiss deepens, becoming more passionate. I slowly start to undress her, my fingers fumbling with the intricate laces and fastenings of her dress. "Mahira...help me...please," I whisper against her skin.

Mahira guides my hands, teaching me how to unlace her dress with slow, deliberate movements. I feel the fabric loosening, revealing more of her skin to my touch. I run my fingers along her shoulders, feeling the straps of her dress slip down, baring her breasts to my gaze.

Mahira's chest rises and falls with each shallow breath, her bare breasts trembling slightly under my gaze. Her skin glows in the soft light, the rosy tips of her nipples hardened by the sudden exposure to the cool air. "God..."

She gripped my biceps, making me look at her, “Don’t stare for too long..” she whispered shyly.

I meet her gaze, my eyes still fixed on her breasts, but I try to look away, following her instructions. However, my gaze keeps drifting back to her chest, captivated by the sight of her pink nipples and the gentle rise and fall of her breasts. "I can't help it,"

Mahira takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling enticingly. She guides my hands to her waist, helping me push her dress down. The fabric pools at her feet, leaving her standing naked before me. "Now it's your turn, Arjun,"

I hesitate for a moment, my hands shaking slightly as I reach for the buttons of my shirt. I manage to undo a few before my fingers falter. Mahira gently takes over, popping open the remaining buttons with a soft rustling sound, she pushes the shirt off my shoulders.

Her hands touched my belt buckle, but I stopped her, my hands covering hers. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart as I reach for my belt buckle. "Let me."

“Let it be.” She whispered and as soon as her lips touched mine, I lost all control. I drop my belt and pull her into a passionate kiss, my hands roaming over her bare skin. I pick her up, wrapping her legs around my waist as I carry her to the bed.

I lay her down on the bed, my eyes never leaving hers as I finish unbuckling my belt and unbuttoning my pants. I push them down, stepping out of them along with my shoes and socks. I stand before her, clad only in my briefs. "Mahira..."