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CHAPTER 11: SHREYA

Warning ⚠️
[This chapter is full of smut. If you don't feel comfortable scroll down to the next one.]

The room was dimly lit with yellow dim lights cascading its ray through the darkness. His hands curled up to my bare waist making me gasp from the unusual feeling of being touched by a man.

Its not like I have never liked anyone before him or dated anyone, but touching.. I've never touched any man before him like I was going to touch him today. And was going to be touched.

I never felt my nipples going sore unless its from cold, but when he touched me, goosebumps rose on my whole body in the middle of august. My nipples hardened so bad that it ached to be touched. His hands explored my bare waist like an unsolved mystery.

"Mmh" a small whimper rolled through my tongue when he undid the strings of my blouse., his hands reached my hairs.

He ran his thumb on my bottom lip, smudging my red lipstick. His gaze was dark with desire and lust. I stared up at him with nervous yet excited eyes. I parted my lips for him to take me however he liked. Because as much as I was scared of it, more than that I wanted him.

I wanted to be his, to mould together. To be covered in his scent, to breathe against his mouth and let our breaths mingle together while we kissed senselessly. It didn't take too much long for him to understand my gesture.

He leaned over my mouth and penetrated through my gaze. "I am sorry" he cut his own words by smashing his lips on mine. Fast and desperate. One of his hand rested on the small of my back and pulled me in a swift motion flush against him, while his other hand tangled with my hairs. Kissing me Into oblivion.

I let out a moan. My lips shook with excitement and nervousness.. My first kiss., with my husband.

I clutched his kurta and shut my eyes together. My head spun and I felt breathless. My eyes watered up with excitement, nervousness and I don't know what. I felt like I would faint. My grip on his kurta also loosened when I felt I was about to collapse.

He pulled out and held me firmly by my waist. He removed the hairs that was covering my shoulders and nuzzled his face there. His beard felt rough and tickly and his breath warm and teasing when he whispered in my ears.

"Shh...Its okay," he whispered while unhooking my blouse. I leaned against him. My hands grabbing his arms for my life.

He laid me down on the bed and started unwrapping my saree. He hesitated while pulling of the last fabric, leaving me only with my bra and petticoat. I looked away in embarrassment. He noticed my embarrassment and kissed my hands while giving me a reassuring almost faint smile.

His hands reached the bedside lamp and then he turned off the lights, "Now, no need to be embarrassed.."

I couldn't see anything in the darkness but by the sounds and motions I could understand he was undressing. Before I could process further, he pulled off my petticoat and puled the blanket over us. I was only left in my red laced under wears inside a thin blanket with him.

It was embarrassing and arousing at the same time. I was quite aware of the fact that I was dripping wet by when his hands creeped down my tummy. "May I?" he stated more than asked. But I hummed anyways.

He pulled down my panties and unhooked my bra, revealing my boobs which were small, imperfect but enough for anyone to please. At least I wish he won't judge.

He didn't walt a second before he massaged my breasts and rubbed my nipples. A sharp cry of pleasure left my mouth. He pressed his clothed erection against my sore clothed sex, which was begging for attention.