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Chapter Fifteen
Warning: This is contains very graphic sexual situations. Read at your own discretion. The next few chapters won't be as graphic. :)
Her hands reached out to pull down his boxers. His breath seemed to get stuck in his throat and he stood up, so she could remove it more easily. Sanyukta sat on the couch properly and faced him, allowing the garment to fall to the ground.
His hands automatically went to hold all of hair together as she gently wrapped a hand around his erection, and leaned forward to pleasure him the same way he had earlier pleasured her.
Randhir moaned as her free hand wrapped around his lower back, gripping him tightly. He tugged on her hair, turning her on, as she bobbed her head back and forth a few times, before deciding that he was turned on enough to stop.
With a smug smile, she let go of him and stood up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. He grabbed her waist and pulled her body towards his hard, his lips crashing against hers as he squeezed her buttocks. She could feel his erection on her navel and it turned her on more than anything.
"Shall we... stop?" she whispered against his lips, trying to sound innocent, but in reality teasing him, because she knew that he was beyond turned on right now.
He moved his lips to her jawline. She felt his stubble scrub her skin gently and pressed her body much harder against his.
"You sure about that?" he muttered.
She breathed quickly, wrapping her arms around his neck as his lips moved down her neck, taking his time to suck the base of it.
"Shit..." she muttered, unable to take it any longer, and she turned him around, pushing him on the couch before climbing on top of him and angling her body against his so their bodies could join easily.
His hands grabbed her hips tightly as she held his erection and rubbed it against her wetness, trying to manoeuvre it inside.
Finally sliding it inside, she grinded her hips hard against his and leaned forward to capture his lips in a passionate, feverish kiss. One of his hands left her hips and found her breast.
They both moaned as she removed her lips from his, allowing them to find the crook of his neck, sucking hard. Her hips grinded against his, back and forth as his moans got louder. She could feel herself start to sweat, as she sat up on him and he reached out to hold her breasts with both hands.
Then she leaned towards him again and he lifted his head slightly, his mouth finding one of her nipples. He sucked on it softly.
"Randhir," she moaned. "Oh...my God..."
"f**k..." he muttered, as she kept on grinding against him.
"I... I lov-" she began to say.
"Don't even think about it," he managed to say, stopping her mid-sentence. "I hate you."
"It's o - okay," she said, feeling slightly angry, as she continued to grind her hips against his. "I hate you too."
"Good... keep it this way," he said, his eyes closing.
Her hands found his shoulders and she held on tight as she squeezed her eyes shut too.
"Shit... Randhir I think I'm going to... I can't handle this..."
Then he jerked his hips upwards with hers, before a state of ecstasy hit him, pushing her into the same state as well.
"Aaah," he said, completely forgetting his surroundings... momentarily forgetting who he even was.
She felt the same way... she didn't know where she was, what was happening, nor did she remember her name for that split second. All she felt was bliss.
She collapsed on top of him, and his arms wrapped around her waist tightly, holding her against him as she listened to his heartbeat.
Then a thought hit her.
"Randhir..." she said, her voice filled with panic. "We didn't to use protection."
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