Weight of Motherhood

The lines Crossed contd. (🔞🔥)

"I know what you like," Shyam murmured, his voice filled with a newfound confidence.

Govardhan's eyes widened with surprise and a hint of excitement as Shyam leaned in, his mouth hovering over his anus.

"And I am going to give you that," Shyam added, his tongue flicking out to taste the sensitive flesh.

The initial contact was electric, the sensation sending shockwaves through Govardhan's body.  He couldn't help but push back against Shyam's face, his hips moving in a silent demand for more.

Shyam took this as an invitation, his tongue delving deeper, exploring the tight ring of muscle that guarded Govardhan's most intimate secret.

Despite his fears, the scent was faint, musky, and surprisingly pleasant. It was a scent that was uniquely Govardhan, and it only served to fuel his desire.

Who told you that?" Govardhan managed to ask, his voice strained with pleasure.

Shyam paused for a moment, his tongue still lingering on Govardhan's anus. He looked up, meeting Govardhan's gaze with a mischievous smile.

"We women know how to please their man," he replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Shyam's eyes sparkled with mischief as he straddled Govardhan, his own arousal clear. He reached back, gripping the nightgown and tugging it up over his hips, revealing his own wet, leaking cock.

"Make me a complete woman," he murmured, his voice shaking with a mix of excitement and nerves.

Govardhan's eyes widened slightly at the sight of Shyam's eagerness. He lined up his cock with Shyam's waiting hole, his heart racing. "You think you can handle it, Soumya?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

Shyam nodded, his confidence surprising even himself. "Just put it all in at once," he said, his voice steady despite the tremble in his body. He had prepared for this moment, practicing with the strap-on Sumitra had given him, eager to experience the fullness he had heard described in whispers.

Govardhan's eyes widened with surprise, but he didn't hesitate. With a firm grip on his cock, he lined it up with Shyam's waiting asshole. Shyam took a deep breath, bracing himself as he felt the head of Govardhan's cock pushing against his tight entrance.

"Are you sure?" Govardhan's voice was strained with lust, his eyes never leaving Shyam's.

Shyam nodded, his own eyes glazed with desire. "Yes," he whispered, "I want to feel all of you."

Govardhan's eyes searched Shyam's for any sign of doubt, but all he saw was a fiery determination. With a final nod, he pushed forward, sheathing himself completely in one swift motion.

Shyam's eyes widened with the sudden intrusion, and he couldn't hold back a guttural moan as he felt his body stretch to accommodate Govardhan's size.

The pain was intense, but it was quickly overshadowed by a wave of pleasure that rolled through him like thunder.

He had been preparing for this moment, using the strap-on Sumitra had given him to train his body, and now he was ready.

Govardhan watched Shyam closely, his own need for release warring with the need to make sure Shyam was okay. "You're so tight," he murmured, his voice filled with awe. Shyam's cheeks flushed at the compliment, his body responding with a shiver of pleasure.

With a gentle push, Govardhan's cock sank fully into Shyam, the pressure intense but not unbearable. Shyam felt a sense of fullness that was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving Govardhan's, and nodded. "Yes," he gasped, "I can handle it."

Govardhan began to move slowly, his hips rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Shyam felt the burn of the stretch give way to a deep, all-consuming pleasure that seemed to resonate through every fiber of his being. He had never felt so connected to someone, so alive in the moment.

Shyam's own cock was rock-hard, slapping against his stomach with every thrust from Govardhan.

He reached down, his hand trembling, and began to stroke himself in time with the movements of the man above him. The feeling was overwhelming, the combination of pain and pleasure blending into a symphony of sensation that had him teetering on the edge of sanity.

"I love you, Soumya," Govardhan grunted, his movements growing more erratic as his own climax approached.

Shyam's eyes widened in surprise at the declaration, but before he could react, the wave of pleasure crashed over him.

His orgasm was intense, the muscles in his ass clenching around Govardhan's thick cock as he came all over the bed.

The feeling of Govardhan's hot seed filling him up was unlike anything he had ever experienced before.

Govardhan's own climax washed over him, his cock pulsing deep inside Shyam as he roared with pleasure.

Shyam felt the warmth of Govardhan's cum, the sensation of being claimed, and the overwhelming reality of what they had just shared.

As they lay there, panting and spent, the rain outside had turned into a gentle patter, as if it too had reached its crescendo and now allowed them to bask in the aftermath. Govardhan's eyes searched Shyam's, looking for any sign of regret or discomfort.

Shyam's head rested comfortably on Govardhan's broad, hairy chest, the steady rhythm of the man's heartbeat lulling him into a peaceful state of relaxation.

The storm outside had quieted to a gentle patter, the sound a soothing backdrop to their exhausted sighs.

The electricity of their encounter still hung in the air, but for now, it was replaced by a warm, sated silence.

They had pushed their bodies to the brink of pleasure, and now, as the adrenaline subsided, sleep claimed them both.

Govardhan's arm was wrapped around Shyam's waist, his hand resting on the curve of his hip.

The intimacy of the moment was almost too much to bear, but Shyam found comfort in the warmth of his embrace, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.