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14 | Afresh

"Accha...!" Sexy his voice came out, a soft rasp that enticed her senses as she looked through her slightly parted eyes. Those eyes; he sighed yanking her upwards, closer. She leant over, keeping her hands on his chest. He wrapped her in his embrace, raising his eyebrows quizzically and turned his eyes sideways as if he is the most innocent person she could ever find, indicating he does not mean anything else! It was just a hug! "Shaitan!" She could read through his thoughts as she hit his chest playfully, making him snicker at her antic and grab her waist firmly; he does not need to have a confession of what he is up to; she would have grasped it from his physique. "What're you doing...?" It was just a nervous whisper against his jawline; she was hesitating to breath in his proximity that would be peril to her self-control, which she could least brood over right then. "What do you think?" He swung her strongly.

"Ramann..." She could feel her cheeks quivering in anticipation, turning cerise and hot. It was not just their closeness but also the fact that they are taking this step in all their senses. Not just their yearning for each other, which was steering them insane but the fact that they still love each other, was making the moment overwhelming. She could not believe they are indeed in this phase, to complete one other for a second time, yielding, and understanding their emotions. The other days, it was drugging; now as well, it could be intoxicating but there could be no regrets. They are going to be back together; her heart leapt up delighted and she kept her head on his chest, snuggling closer.

He was leisurely feeling her body on him, dressed and wet. There was no rush but whenever he would kiss her, anywhere, he would lose it, be a little too rough for her to bear, and then would compose to caress her again. It has taken him few more minutes to advance, flipping her tendrils to her left shoulder; he outlined her bare back, the hooks undone without her realization, as he was transfixing her by his tender smooches. His cold palms began roaming over her creamy back; she moaned impassioned and shocked to find no hindrance! "Raman...?" She managed to mutter; the only thing she would say all through the night is going to be just his name; he grinned against her bare shoulder.

His lips absorbed in savoring the shudder, fear, expectations, and hunger that was moving her from within. She was squirming under him when he let her take a breath, before capturing her swollen flesh once again; this time, he tried to be gentle, almost successful that he soothed her bruised lips tenderly. They might have rolled over, enlivened, when she was so lost in him; she smiled into his mouth when he ran his hand down her waist, on her left side, and the other one grabbing her hair to control his need. The more he tried to be concerned, to keep his manly needs under check, the more she let out painful sighs; he was going insane! He finally got her and that was more than a turn on!

The time he freed her out of her wet clothing went to oblivion when she eluded her senses, awakening that which would pleasure him. Her knuckles drank in, kissed away, and nestled into, when she adored him in awe. He was not pressing him over her exposed skin, but leaning over, and ravishing her fingers that seemed to have been enthralling him. They were willowy, soft and creamy, but not milky like his; though he enjoyed the feel of them playing along the hard muscles of his shoulders, his dense hair, his cheeks, and his restless lips, then to interweave them into his, so that he would dart his eyes towards hers, where he would see nothing but naked thirst for his love. There were just them and their primitive urges that would complete their emotions and themselves.

Sweat was blobbing down his temple when he sighed along the dale that perfectly parted her bosoms. She grappled a fistful of his hair when he squeezed and nibbled her skin urgently, ardently. The quilt and her silken skin getting wet by his perspiration as he kissed the length of her legs, kissing her trim toes, burrowing his face in the warmth of her thigh, she clasped his arm when she could no more handle the pain and desire he was inculcating in her. The way he was chewing every inch of her, little by little, was all because he wanted to feel her; she is actually alive and he could make love to her; yet it was tormenting for her senses. He was not teasing her, but his act; she lost how many times he brought her to the crest, and continued to enthuse her carnal desires.