𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒: 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑎𝑔𝑎 𝑂𝑓 𝑀𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑎 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 || 18+

20. lets play 🌶🌶

⚠️ this chapter contains mature contains ...so read at your own risk or feel free to skip it .

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He didn't stop kissing her, his lips moving with deliberate passion, leaving Amaya breathless. After what felt like an eternity, he pulled back, just enough to look into her eyes. His gaze was intense, his emotions clear in the way he stared at her, making her feel something even deeper. His eyes alone were enough to make her pulse quicken, as if he was speaking to her without words.

Veeranshu lifted his hand, gently cupping her chin. His touch was firm but tender, tilting her face slightly upward. "Can I ask you something?" he whispered, his voice low.

Amaya nodded, her breath shallow, feeling completely overwhelmed by the closeness.

Veeranshu didn't ask anything. Instead, without a word, he kissed her again, his lips crashing against hers with a hunger that made Amaya's heart race. His hand slid down, moving with purpose until it found its way between her thighs. At first, Amaya didn't register the sensation, too lost in the kiss, but then she felt the gentle pressure of his fingers, rubbing over her through the fabric of her towel. The touch sent a wave of heat through her, and before she could stop it, a soft moan escaped her lips, blending into the kiss.

Breaking the kiss, Amaya gasped for air, her face flushed with both surprise and desire. "What... what are you doing?" she whispered, her voice shaky.

Veeranshu's eyes were dark with intensity as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "Shh... let me ask you something... Has anyone ever touched you like this?"

Amaya's mind was spinning. She tried to make sense of his words, but before she could respond, his fingers pressed a little harder, rubbing her with more urgency. Her breath hitched, her body responding before her mind could catch up. She instinctively reached down to stop his hand, her fingers trembling as they tried to push him away.

But Veeranshu was faster. He caught both of her wrists with his free hand, pinning them effortlessly above her head against the wall. His grip was firm but not painful, holding her in place as his eyes bore into hers.

"Has anyone ever touched you like this?" he repeated, his voice low and commanding, the question hanging in the air between them.

Amaya's breathing grew erratic, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to find her voice. The sensation between her thighs was overwhelming, making it hard to think, let alone speak. Finally, in between shaky breaths, she managed to whisper, "No... no one..."

A flicker of satisfaction crossed Veeranshu's face as he continued to hold her hands above her head, his fingers never stopping their slow, deliberate movements.

Amaya had never experienced anything like this before. She had never allowed anyone to come this close. It was an entirely new sensation for her, and she struggled to comprehend the whirlwind of emotions overtaking her. Her body responded intensely to every touch. Viranshu's lips lingered on her cheeks, his breath warm and heavy against her skin.

After a moment, Viranshu ceased the gentle strokes of his fingers between her thighs, causing Amaya to exhale deeply. She was torn, not wanting this, yet at the same time, not wanting him to stop.

In a soft voice, Viranshu whispered, When was the last time you touched yourself? His question left Amaya puzzled, her expression one of confusion. Softly withdrawing his hand from her thighs, Veeranshu placed it on her neck, gently caressing her throat with his thumb.