Passion & Dilemma

56. Velvet

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Prerna's POV

"Stay on your knees and take off your top, Prerna."

Shiver ran down my spine at Sarthak's direct demand. He used too many words to define strip.

My heartbeats, that stabilised after a lot of efforts, picked up again.

His hand on my breast, squeezed a little and I gasped silently, while sitting on my knees in front of the intimidating younger man.

"Why are you overthinking so much now? You took it off pretty quickly in Nainital."

I gulped, remembering our encounter in the swimming pool, before holding the hem of my top and slowly pulling it over my head.

Sarthak's gaze dropped to my cleavage, exposed through the lacy beige bra.

Judging by the wild storm on his eyes, he was probably stripping me in his head. And he will definitely strip me literally, in a few more moments.

Sarthak tightened his grip on my chin and pulled me up, making me raise and stand on my knees. I came closer to his face level and he pressed his warm mouth on mine, in an unexpected kiss.

He opened his mouth wide, as if trying to consume me whole at once. My head bobbed back with every suction on my lips by his.

He kissed me hard and rough, giving me no time to respond. I placed my palms on his muscled thighs to balance myself as he performed his assault on my lips.

His hand left my chin and grabbed my neck, making me gasp and he took the opportunity of thrusting his tongue into my mouth.

A sigh escaped my lips and his manly moan filled my mouth, letting me know how much he was enjoying himself. I opened my mouth, giving him more access.

With every glide of his tongue and every wet sound we produced, I could feel myself getting aroused.

I clenched and unclenched my thighs, wanting to be touched down there.

Maybe Sarthak had understood my need, because he broke the kiss and looked at me. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips at whatever he saw on my face.

He moved his hand around me and unhooked my bra with surprising ease. The cloth hung loose on my chest, giving no support when Sarthak pressed his hands on my shoulders and glided the straps down my arms, baring me for his eyes.

He dropped the bra on the ground and I lowered my gaze, feeling unexpectedly conscious.

It was not like Sarthak has not seen my breasts. He has seen the most intimate part of me and I never felt conscious or vulnerable, but today I did. I felt exposed.

Maybe because I care, now. I care abpit how he sees me. What am I like in his eyes? Does he find me good enough physically? What are his thoughts when he sees me so exposed?

I cannot help but think and induce doubts in my head, even though I subconsciously know that he will like me in every shape and form.

But I still want to look attractive in his eyes.

My body was fit, but not in the way that’s often idealized. I had fat around my waist, stretch marks on my hips and at the corners of my breasts with few light golden hair. Dark veins were visible on my chest, and my nipples were darker, nothing like the perfectly airbrushed versions you see in porn. My thighs were thick, saggy even.

Sarthak is a young guy, and of course, his standards are probably a bit... extreme. I don't fit into them, not in any way.

And I do not fucking know why am I suddenly worrying about standards in this moment?