The Second Bloom • 18+

15. Heat of body (Varun's POV)

I stirred as I felt her move against me, my hand instinctively tightening on her breast.

I was still mostly asleep, lost in a haze of sensation and half-formed dreams. But I could feel my body responding, my manhood hardening and pressing insistently against her soft curves.

Her quiet moan, though muffled, reached my ears, and I stiffened.

My fingers had brushed against her peak, hardening it. I became instantly more awake, more aware. Her movement had been deliberate, I knew. She was awake too, responding to me.

Gods, she was responding to me.

My breath caught in my throat as I felt her press back against me, her soft, round bottom nestling perfectly against my hardness. 

I wanted to thrust, to grind against her, but I held back.

Barely.

My fingers twitched on her breast, brushing over the sensitive peak again.

My fingers explored, caressing the swell of her breast, tracing the curve under her fullness. Her breath hitched, her body tensing slightly before she let out a soft sigh and relaxed into me.

I could feel her heartbeat against my chest, could feel the rise and fall of her body as she breathed.

I shifted slightly, adjusting my position to get more comfortable.

In doing so, my hard length rubbed against her buttocks, creating a delicious friction. She let out a soft whimper, her body instinctively moving back against mine, seeking more of that sensation.

She turned around, maybe thinking I was in deep sleep, my hardness groping her stomach.

She ground herself against me again, and I let out a low groan.

The urge to thrust was almost overwhelming, but I held still, feigning sleep.

I wanted to see what she would do.

Her hand came up, covering mine on her breast, pressing my palm against her firmness.

I stayed still, pretending to sleep as she held my hand against her breast.

Her other hand reached back, curiously, and she gently patted my chest, checking if I was really asleep. Satisfied, she decided to continue her actions.

Her fingers traced idle patterns on my chest as she pressed back against my hardness, rubbing slowly. She seemed lost in her own pleasure, unaware I was awake.

Her hips made small, unconscious circles, grinding her soft flesh of core against my rigid length.

I felt her nipple stiffen under my palm, pressing insistently against my hand as her breathing grew shallower.

A light sheen of sweat formed on her skin, making her body slippery against mine. She arched her back slightly, pushing her breast more fully into my grasp.

My control was hanging by a thread. The temptation to touch her more intimately, to wrap my arms around her waist and pull her harder against me was almost unbearable. But the sight of her so lost in pleasure, thinking she was alone, was captivating.

Her hand left mine and snaked down, sliding between her thighs.

She spread her legs wider, giving herself more room to touch.

Ah.

Unable to resist any longer, I flexed my fingers, gently kneading her breast. I let out a soft, sleepy-sounding groan, as if I was just waking up.