The Second Bloom • 18+

19. On the cot (Varun's POV) 🌶️

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I gazed down at her, taking in the flush of her skin, the way her chest heaved with each breath.

The taste of her was still on my tongue, sweet and intoxicating. I could feel my member throbbing, aching to be inside her, to feel her warmth enveloping me.

I was aroused since I saw her completely naked. Too much aroused.

Her body is a canvas of changing curves, her belly now gently rounded because of her pregnancy, but she is so fucking beautiful. Her breasts are fuller, the areolas darker, the peaks hard and distended from her increased sensitivity. Her hips were wider, her thighs lusher.

She is a goddess. The sight of her naked, sprawled on the cot her hair cascading around her, her limbs relaxed in the aftermath of her release, is taking my breath away. My heart is swelled with love and desire, making me ache to possess her completely.

She gave me a small nod in response to the earlier question of my mine.

I reached out, my hand tracing the gentle curve of her belly before moving down to gently part her thighs.

I settled between her legs, my face dipping back down to her core. I needed to be inside her, to feel her wrapped around me, to be a part of her once more.

My hands shook with anticipation as I slowly opened my kurta, baring my chest to her greedy gaze. I shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor.

My pajamas followed, then my underwear, until I stood before her naked, my arousal jutting out proudly, eager to be inside her.

My manhood sprang free, and her eyes widened in awe and slight apprehension.

She swallowed hard, her gaze darting between my face and my erect member.

A flicker of fear crossed her features, her body tensing slightly.

“V-varun...”

"Shh, jaan," I soothed, seeing the fear in her eyes.

"Bilkul dheere karenge hum. Aap humari Jaan hai na. Humari pyaari Malini," I knelt on the cot, straddling her thighs.

She nodded, her eyes fixed on my manhood while I reached down to guide myself to her entrance.

I pressed the head against her, feeling her resist, her muscles clenching in fear. I held her gaze, my own eyes soft with love and reassurance. “Idhar dekhiye.”

She looked into my eyes. I gently brushed her hair away from her face.

Instead of pushing forward, I ran the tip of my erection up and down her wet folds, coating myself in her slickness.

She squirmed beneath me, her hips lifting to meet my touch. I circled her entrance, teasing her without breaching her. “Umm V-varun,” she whimpered.

I rubbed the head of my manhood against her clit, making her cry out in pleasure.

Her hips bucked against me, desperate for more. I teased her opening, pressing the tip inside just enough to make her gasp, then pulling back out. I did this over and over, driving her wild with need.

I was acutely aware of her condition, being extra gentle as I teased her. I kept my body weight off her, being careful not to put pressure on her belly. I caressed her stomach as I pleasured her, soothing her body and letting her body feel relaxed below mine.