The Second Bloom • 18+ [Completed ✓]

37. Passionate moments (Malini's POV)

The sensual touch of his fingers on my body made my heart race. I gazed up at him, my eyes smoldering with desire, feeling vulnerable yet completely trusting in his hands.

With my saree bunched up around my waist, he ran his hands up my bare legs, his touch very gentle. He reached my thighs and spread them apart, stepping between them which made my cheeks blush.

I looked up at him, my breath hitching as he spread my legs slowly.  His gaze met mine, the raw desire in his eyes  was mirroring my own. He leaned over me, one hand caressing my stomach, the other reaching behind my back to unlace my blouse. My chest heaved.

His touch was gentle, and sensual. Unraveling the laces with careful precision.  While each lace came undone, more of my skin was exposed, and it was sending shivers down my core. Once the laces were fully loosened, he slowly parted the fabric, revealing my bare midriff.

He leaned down, pressing his lips to my bare skin. He kissed his way up my stomach, his hands roaming over my curves. I gasped, my fingers tangling in his hair as his mouth reached the underside of my breasts. He looked up at me, his eyes burning with desire, before lowering his mouth to capture a nipple. He suckled gently, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. I arched my back, pressing my breast further into his mouth as he switched to the other one, giving it the same attention.

His mouth was magic, his tongue setting me on fire. I moaned, my body writhing beneath his. He continued his descent, kissing lower and lower, until he reached the edge of my wet panties.

His tongue delved into my folds, parting them gently, and tasting me. I moaned loudly, my hips bucking against his mouth.

He gripped my thighs, holding me in place as he feasted, his movements becoming faster, more urgent. I didn't know how to react. It felt so unworldly.

"Annh, Varun," I moaned, my fingers gripping his hair tightly.

He responded by suckling my most sensitive spot, his fingers joining in, sliding into me, curling up to hit that perfect spot inside me. He continued to devour me, his mouth and hands working in perfect synchronization and I was left like a moaning mess.

I screamed his name, my body shaking violently as the first orgasm hit me.

But my husband? He wasn't done yet.

He kept eating me out, his fingers pumping in and out of me, as he licked and sucked, drawing out my pleasure until I was a trembling, sobbing mess.

He rose, his face glistening with my essence, and my eyes went shut upon seeing the arousal on his face. He quickly shed his clothes, his body tensing as he stepped between my thighs once more.

He leaned over me, his muscular chest brushing against my swollen breasts. His hard, thick manhood nudged at my entrance, seeking entrance. I moaned.

He brushed his fingers lightly upon my face, “Idhar dekhiye.”

I opened my eyes slowly to look into his.

He whispered in a very low voice against my lips, “Zara si bhi takleef Hui aap turant rok dengi hume. Hn?”

“Haan, jaan,”  I whispered, wrapping my arms around his neck.

He ran his tip up and down on my core, giving me unknown sensations.

“Aa jaye aapke andar?”

I moaned, “Annh, jaan..”

“Aa jaye?”

“Aap t-tadpa rahe hain hume, Varun. Jaan bujhkar.”

“Aap nahin janti aap kitni khubsurat lag rahi hai iss waqt.”