Invisibly Visible (Professor × Student)

Chapter 67💜🦋

Hello 😀

Vaanga vaanga story kulla polaa 🚴‍♀️💜🦋

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Aayush

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After locking the main door, I made my way into the kitchen, where my wife was busy sautéing something in the pan. Without a word, I turned off the stove. She looked up, eyebrows narrowing in confusion. Before she could say anything, I bent down, wrapped my arms around her thighs, and hoisted her over my shoulder. She squealed in shock, making me laugh as I carried her out.

I lowered her gently onto the living room couch, my gaze holding hers as I slowly began to unbutton my shirt. 

"You need to take that off" 

I said, gesturing towards her top and left my shirt hanging open, letting the rising heat between us speak louder than words.

She swallowed hard, her body still and her eyes locked on mine—but she didn't move.

Leaning over her, I pinned her wrists above her head, my lips ghosting over hers, as I whispered, 

"Is this how far you've come? Disobeying me so easily?"

A soft moan escaped her lips as my fingers gently tugged at the hem of her top, lifting it slowly, eyes never leaving hers. I tossed it aside and leaned in, kissing her deeper this time — no rush, just the weight of everything we felt.

As I hovered above her, the couch beneath us shifted with our closeness, and my hand trailed down, tracing the contours of her waist, sensually.

Her hands, which I'd pinned earlier, now curled around my forearms, pulling me closer. Meanwhile, my touch dipped beneath the fabric of her pants, slow and deliberate, finding her wetness, and her breath caught, a whisper of sound that made my heart pound harder.

Leaving her lips, I lifted her thighs carefully, her legs winding around my hips as though they belonged there. 

Eyes locked on hers, I murmured, 

"Shall we take it deeper this time?"

She blinked at me, lips parted slightly, breath shaky,

"Deeper?"

"Mmm" 

I smirked softly, brushing a kiss to her cheek. 

"It's been two whole nights, love. I missed you more than you can imagine. So let's.."

"F hard?"

She interrupted, cutting me off, and I couldn't help but chuckle, amused.

Sliding my hand up, I cupped one of her breasts gently, feeling her breath catch in her throat and my lips hovered near her ear.

"Say it properly" 

I whispered, teasing.

But she shook her head with a hint of defiance, and,

"Naan solla maaten"

(I won't)

She breathed.

I tilted her chin to meet my gaze, a small smile tugging at my lips.

"Why?"

But, she didn't reply, only continued to blink—her eyes holding a mix of nervousness and desire.

"Let's make love" 

I murmured.

She stilled, the words sinking in.