For NEMO who is just being a good pervert (just like me) and wanted to see Kunj and Twinkle getting it on!!
So a couple of the rose petals that were oh so beautifully showered upon them fell right in Twinkle's cleavage. And the bondage style straps of her dress did nothing to help. She lifted he arm to take out the petals but Kunj stops her.
He pins her arms down, leans in close to her ear, nibbling on the lobe ever so slightly and whispers. "If anything, you dress has to go. Not the rose petals."
And he does what he says...
But instead of pulling the dress over her head, he just pulls it down to her waist. He buries his head in the ample cleavage of her, teasing her with his tongue, tickling her with his nose, leaving marks on her with his teeth.
And her breath hitches, her heart thumps madly and his name falls from her lips effortlessly...but Kunj doesn't allow her any respite. He had been waiting for this moment for far too long to waste anymore time or even to allow her any time to breathe.
His hands glides down the flat of her stomach, past her navel and then lower. His fingers draws aimless patterns there that has Twinkle seeing stars and her cheek flushing in visible red. Unamble to take it anymore she reaches her hand down and places his above his muscular ones, guiding them to a more sane pace.
And she yet can't breathe.
But she is trying and each time she opens her mouth to allow her deprived lungs some oxygen, Kunj seals his lips over hers and just like thatshe decides, that she would happily die a hundred deaths like this.
Despite the dominant front that Kunj had put on, he was nothing but gentle and oh! oh so considerate and caring. Because he was slowing down and picking up pace in this wonderful manner that had Twinkle running on the thin line between control and climax.
And just when she thinks, she has recovered from his ministrations, he proves her wrong. His teeth nibble on her earlobe again and his hands pull down the rest of her dress away from her glistening body. His fingers relentlessly tease the waist band of her black lace panty until she has to pull him back by his hair and distract him enough with her lips.
Finally when they both are completely naked, wearing just a coat of sweat and hickies, ready to take the final step of their first night, they look deep into each other's eyes and nowhere else.
It makes everything more real, so much more cherished.
Every push of his is a pull from her. Every moan from her elicits a groan from him and they become two halves and yet one whole.
They climax together and lock their lips after that. They pull the red duvet over themselves, drawing aimless pattern on each other's skin, spelling out 'I love you' on the bare backs repeatedly until they fall asleep in each other's arms. Bliss.
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