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Tasnim ... This one is for you ... For the sake of paagal dance ... and our midnight conversations 🤣 ... Sanskaaripan jaag jaaega ...
"Gauri
"Hmmm
"Aaj jab tum dance kar rahi thhi ... Bhavya aur Anika Bhabhi ke saath ...
"Aapne nazar bharke dekha thha humme ... jaante hai hum ...
"Tumhe shaayad andaazaa nahi hai ke tum kitni khoobsurat ho...
"Aap kehte hai toh maan lete hain
His lips part, like he is going to say something, but then he presses them together Inclining his body towards her , her back is pressed softly into the bed as his lips hover above hers. He deliberates, putting his hand on the pillow near her head, and then he kisses her. It starts off soft, a light brush of their lips, but then his other hand grabs her hair and his body moves in until it presses against hers. Their legs tangle, their chests collide, and the tip of his tongue runs along her lips until she opened her mouth and let him in. A breathy noise escapes the back of her throat and at first she mortified, but it seems to encourage him. Desire and heat radiates through the entwining of their tongues. One of his hands grips her waist, just beneath the bottom of her night shirt and her nerves jumble. His other hand travels down her side, his thumb tracing her ribs, before resting on her hip. Tightening his fingers around her, the small of her back arches into him.
"Aap jab iss tarah se humaare kareeb rehte hain naa ...
"Hmmm...
"Bohot sukoon milta hai humme.
His touch and his voice, both at the same time making him desirable. Closing his eyes ... he wants to touch her ... Feel every nuance of her body. He can hear her breathing, murmuring ... chanting his name like a prayer ... become more and more naked, She kisses his thumb as he pressed it in her lower lip. After a while, He noticed that there exists no sound in the room, just their necessary breathing. He opened his eyes ... when she fisted the collar of his kurta to pull him close to her ... feeling his bodyweight on herself.
He ran his fingers into her hair ... he heard her whisper something , voice so soft, hesitant, almost a stutter, she speaks his name clearly, just softly. His heart is already racing as his fingers slowly spread, move down, feeling. After he touches the length of her hair ... he carefully moves his hand forward feeling skin, smooth, flat unbuttoning her nightshirt. There is no blemish ... in her ways ...her smile is pure.
The contour of her shoulder from the insides of her nightshirt ... the right shoulder ... tracing a beautiful mole near her collarbone... with a slight blush she faces away from him. His fingertips still touching. Her skin is hot. He shifts under his gaze, a shudder, her breath a hiss of air rushing into her lungs. He slid his fingertips up, to the top of her shoulder, then slowly slide them left until he hears her speak again.
The croon of her neck. He wants to spend time here. Barely touching her, right at the base of her neck, and then again on her shoulder. Only one finger now, tracing up to her ear. He can feel her squirm slightly as his finger traces along the shell of the of her ear.
She gasped , and he tried not to chuckle, as he also tries to contain his blood from flowing down, filling below his waist. It's a losing battle. He is not able to stop thinking about what he is touching, focused on the feel of her, texture, temperature, the sounds she makes. He realized he is just gently tracing back and forth along her ear. He has decided ... he wants to touch her more ... his fingertips trace her jaw. Two fingers, the only part of him touching her, when really he really wants that everything about him is felt by her.
He touches her chin, she has to clear her throat first apparently before she can speak anything to him. He is having a hard time making the decision on where to move to next. He wants to go down the front of her next to her chest. He also wants to go up to her lips, trace them, and that wins out in his mind.
He keeps a finger on her lips. For just a moment his mind envisions lips lower down on her body. It's so brief, but it involuntarily makes him fully hard, no chance of stopping that. He felt her mouth open as his fingers slid across, barely inside them. Her tongue, wet, darts at his fingers. He cannot help it, his fingers move involuntarily over it.
They both laugh as she has a hard time again speaking something. Then she closes her mouth around his fingers. His mind plays a trick on him, he feels those lips lower on her body instead of those fingers, sliding over his tip. His body jerks, he has tried to mask it, and slide his fingers out of her mouth, but she sucked. Hard. He twitched again.
She finally released his fingers. They are both panting. Breathing heavy. His want for her, to lift the mask, end the game, pull her to him fully, claim her, is insanely strong. Will power? It creeps up somehow and stalls him.
His fingers move back down her neck, to her chest. He took a step closer to her, angling her arm so it is brushing along. He sensed she is about to say something , but his hand on her chest makes her change the word instantly. Sliding inside her shirt ... he comfortably feels the carving on her chest ... measuring her, loving her like only he can do.
He can barely hear her, even with being closer to her. He knows that she can feel his breath in her. His hand flattens out, holding her breast, and then He felt a small bead ... hard, firm and darkened on her crme skin.
"Nuh, nipple." She grunts out frustratedly.
Firm stuttering. She is taking heaving breaths now. Fingers close around it, index, middle, thumb. Gentle squeezes. Testing. Squeezing hard enough to pull gently. She hissed. It is the sexiest sound he has heard yet.
He leaned into her hard ... she can feel his length creating a stir in her pelvis.
"Oh god", she moaned when she felt him pressed against her.
His other hand slides over her left hip, pulling him to her. They are dangerously close to ending the game. She does not say anything at the new touch.
His hand on her breast moves underneath it, feeling the weight of it, before flattening out over her stomach. He pulls her with both hands, and she does not fight. Slowly both hands move, right hand down her stomach, just above her pelvis. Left hand low over her hip. All he can hear is her breath, loud now as she has turned her head to look at him
.
His right hand slides lower, daring. He feels her shuffle, her right leg moving closer to his. She has widened her stance. Before he thought he will be touching her dampened slit... he slid his hand to her thigh. The groan he elicited from her tells him that he was right.
His other hand grips her fully though. The sensation startles her, she shakes a little. His hand on her thigh pulls her into him more, not that she could move much more with how close they were now.
He can feel her. Her right hand has been moving without him realizing it.
She must have been looking at where she is going.
She does not touch anything else but there.
A fingertip.
Circling.
Such a Tease.
He hissed.
Two fingers glide around his hard length ... her nails pricking him there. He does not want her to stop. He himself does not want to stop either.
His hand on her hip changes tactics, which he does not think she ready for. His fingers trace her crack and he slid two of them down, and she lurched as he caressed her some more.
Her hand leaves him for a split second. Then he can feel it, her palm. She covers him, handling him fully.
His hand on her thigh moves, inner thigh, higher, higher. He is able to feel two things. Heat, more than anything yet experienced from her body. Moisture. They are both equally turned on it seems.
She moaned loud, three sensations capturing her mind. The way he has gripped her tightly ... pressing a finger inside her hip ... gentle, but firm. Two fingers now sliding over her womanhood. Her hand teasing his shaft, as if memorizing every bit of flesh.
His right hand slides up further. Her head pressed back in the pillow ... She calls out for him. Gentle, almost circles, ovals. Around. Around.
Slower.
Faster.
Very fast.
Barely moving.
She gripped his flesh tight in intervals. He is light headed. Thought stops. He is just doing. Knowing the one thing he wants. Her body shaking. Listening for it. Needing to hear it, to feel it. To cause it. To her pleasure.
He hears his name, and it's pure music. He keeps his pace, even as she spoke his name again and again.
Louder, higher pitched.
He felt it , at every point when he touched, at her vice grip on him. In her voice wavering, the most intoxicating sound yet. He gave him that moment, being that ultimate pleasure for her.
Hands, arms, wrap her to him. Their mouths taste each other finally. He feels her shivering, his hardness pressed between them, but it isn't a necessity. He held her as tight as he can feeling her heart beating, vibrations felt at every point he touches her. Her toes move over his and she smiled.
"Woh dance ... Kya apne pati ke saath bhi karogi? His fingers gripped in her hair ... his eyes needy and urgent.
Anupamaa
Kumkum Bhagya
