SS:Rain sequence! (My take) +18 updated page 13 - Page 3

nice yaar...keep writing...👍🏼...but it was nt guttury...

Part2

Rain sequence continued'

Khushi hissed- "Ghar"

The need he could see in her eyes was almost too much for him, but he pulled her with leverage on her wrist and started towards the car. Initially she started with him, but he felt a resistance within seconds. He stopped, took a deep breath- any sort of resistance was never good from Khushi kumara Gupta- and finally turned.

Koosie from Laxmi Nagar was back, even in this aroused state he could almost choke himself on his khushi's words.

Koosie- "Aap ki gaadi kharab ho jayegi?"

As if at this moment he gave a rat's ass about his car and its effing seats! But ever the concerned koosie was back and he had to get his pleasure numbed vixen back before the moment was lost.

He used his hold on her wrist to pull her towards him, what he had not anticipated was her foot getting tangled up in the fall of her saree and her landing breasts first in his abdomen. By instinct his hands shot out to hold her, and save her from making contact with the rough road and her breasts landed in the centre of his palm. They felt better here than his chest, her nipples were still hard from the onslaught of the rain, and her drenched blouse was no barrier.

Khushi's breath came out in a start, for a second there she had thought she was going to fall. But with Arnav ji around, she really had to unlearn the feeling of falling down. He somehow always managed to catch her before she made it to the worst, but the man had a caustic tongue and once in form, never left a single dig unsaid. But the feel of his fingers wrapped around her swollen breasts was a sensation, she still had to name. Then without notice he started to run his thumbs on the hardened peaks at the centre of her moulds. The chiffon saree was clinging on her skin, providing no respite to her overheated flesh. Then slowly he withdrew on hand from her breast and she let out a whimper on the loss of his feel. He used his free right hand to guide her to standing position by placing it at her left upper arm, his hold as always was sure and tight, but today she felt no pain, today it was all about his touch.

She managed to enough strength to glance at him once and was shocked to see all his focus on his left hand that still held her breast. Almost immediately he started squeezing it like rubber ball, she let out a moan; she had been waiting for this unknowingly. That snapped him out of his trance and he looked up, and started staring at my lips and if my lips looked anything like his kiss-softened once, she did not blame him to have gotten into another trance. Without realizing she had inched closer to him, his heavy breathing was like a drug to her pleasure numbed brain. She raised her toes and craned her neck to reach his lips, the movement got her breast to fit in his palm more comfortably and he let out a moan. Their lips by this point were centimeters apart and their breaths mingled.

Arnav could not believe his shy vixen was responding so enthusiastically, more over she was meeting his every movement with her own. He had thought, he'd have to do all the labour to chase her and then trap her in a corner, before he got his prize. But it seemed he was in for a surprise on his vixen's birthday. Her lips very inching towards him in a slow pace, but the sheer encouragement from her side was enough for him, he awaited breathlessly.

When her lips were about a centimeter from his, he said

Arnav- "Happy Birthday, Khushi."

And he captured her lips without waiting for her response. But he got the response anyway, where the last kiss was all him, with small responses from her; this one was all her, she took over instantly. She indeed was a fast learner, not only did she thrust her tongue into his mouth; she met his tongue thrust for thrust, creating a kind of rhythm for their passion. She had also clutched his nape and in process was digging her nails into it. He wasn't much worried about it, his concern was on the woman in his arms and his reaction to her. He moved his hands to her buttocks and thrust his pelvis to her dark recess. Ah! Sweet mercy!

His hardness to her softness, how God had created the contrast of pleasure!

Her left leg moved as in an attempt to climb the cleft of his hip, that rubbed her warmth on his clenched thigh, he let out an animalistic groan. He reversed position and thrust khushi's on the car and started grinding against her, he started sucking her neck and leaving bites on his way to her collar-bone.

Thank the lord for wide necked blouses!

In his urgency to do away with the saree pallu, he ripped it from where the safety pin held it secure on her shoulder. Khushi left out a surprised grasp, but he was too far gone to repent his actions. He drew away the torn pallu and feasted on the two globes that smelled sweeter than ambrosia (the food of Gods according to Greek mythology).

One hand on her hips, holding her pelvis in contact with his; while the other stationed itself under her right boob to lever it to his hungry lips. He bit, he sucked, and he soothed and repeated all those over and over again. He then took her right hardened peak into his mouth, through the wet blouse itself, the friction of his warm mouth on her nipple was such that she let out a shriek.

As soon as she felt the shriek vibrate in her, she almost gave up all sensation, but arnav ji was in no mood to give up. Then he sucked the nipple deep into his mouth, while his left hand left its position from under her breast and moved to her bare belly. There with his thumb he started drawing circles, some 2-3 inches below the navel, but she was to engrossed into his doings that she paid no special attention to it.

A wave started to build deep inside of her, she grasped his name "Ar-arnav j-ji, Ar-arnav j-ji" and moved her hands on his shoulders then his hair and kept on repeating it till, and the sensation of the coming storm did not set in her. She knew she wanted something but didn't not know what it was. She mustered courage in her desperate need of some sort of release and said.

Khushi '"Ar-arnav j-ji, kuch ho raha hai, muj-mujhe, mere andar kuch- ku-kuch ho raha hai."

At the sheer innocence of the doubt, arnav let out a hearty laugh, looked at her and answered

Arnav- "Abhi toh bahut kuch hoga." He could not hold his grin back all the time he voiced those words, while he continued his ministrations on her new found G-spot.

And then in front of him his vixen flew in pleasure. Let out a ragged moan, while she thrashed her face from side to side and dug her nails in his shoulders, but it was all worth it.

I don't know if it was gutter enough, but there is more to the story. I'd like a good response before I start writing more.

Ciao!

nice...its not actually guttery...but passionate or rather affectionate !!!! 😊

It was hot and cute.
Plz update if u can?

Awesome plsss continue...
Pm me when u continue.

awesome, great, please continue soon.

You need to ASK?

hot...now that's a rain sequence...lol

OMG plz plz plz conitnue i loveddd it plz keep it up