71
Jane
I woke up feeling sore all over my body. Vishal was sleeping peacefully next to me, his arm still wrapped around my waist. Even in sleep, he held me close like he was afraid I might disappear.
My whole body ached from our night together, but it was a good kind of tired. The kind that reminded me how much we loved each other.
I looked at his face - so calm and beautiful when he slept. This man was mine, and I was his. Nothing could change that.
I needed a shower to help my sore muscles feel better. I tried to get out of bed quietly, but every step made me wince. I didn’t want to wake him up. He looked so peaceful.
I was in the shower, letting the warm water wash over my tired body, when the bathroom door opened. Vishal stood there watching me with sleepy eyes full of love and desire.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he said, his voice still rough from sleep. “Why are you showering without me?”
“You were sleeping so deeply,” I said with a soft smile. “You looked exhausted, and I didn’t want to wake you.”
“Exhausted?” He stepped into the shower with me, pulling me close. “Do I look exhausted to you? Because I feel like I could love you all over again.”
I laughed and put my hands on his chest. “Vishal, I’m so sore. Can we just... hold each other for now?”
But he was already kissing me, soft and gentle at first, then deeper. His hands moved over my wet skin, and despite being tired, my body responded to his touch. It always did. He had this power over me that I couldn’t resist.
His eyes were dark now, glistening with pleasure and lust. My heart started beating at the overwhelming tide of lust in his eyes and voice.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against my lips. “I can’t get enough of you.”
I groaned at the intensity of his kisses. His tongue invaded my mouth, claiming me down to my throat and exploding every inch of my mouth.
“Oh, God…” I moaned, my breaths coming in ragged gasps as my fingers tangled in his damp hair, desperate to match the relentless pace he set.
He lifted me up and made me straddle him. His lips didn’t leave mine until we both plumped on his bed.
He broke the kiss, and his hot whiff of breath caressed my neck as he showered me with kisses.
My hands roamed his back, and my hips rocked forward to have more of him. I couldn’t think straight right now. He was all I wanted.
He guided my thighs and lowered his head between them with a dirty grin on his face.
“Watch me devour your sweet little pussy,” he husked, his filthy words sending a shiver through me. My arousal spiked, and I felt the wetness spill over, coating my clit.
“Mm… ah… oh, God…” I moaned as his tongue plunged into my aching core. My back arched off the bed, helpless under the sensation.
He teased me with deliberate flicks against my swollen folds, his tongue stroking deep along my walls until a cry tore from my throat.
Pleasure coursed hot through my veins, making my head thrash from side to side. I swore my body was about to shatter from the ecstasy he unleashed on me. He didn’t stop—he wouldn’t stop.
And then it wasn’t just his tongue; his middle finger slipped in, teasing my soaked pussy, pinching and caressing until I writhed beneath him.
“Oh… Vi… shit… please… mmm…” My moans spilled out, thick with lust and trembling pleasure. Every sound I made betrayed how much I loved every second of what he was doing to me.
He sucked my pussy lips, savoring them between his mouth as if they were his favorite taste, pulling a cry of sheer pleasure from me.
“Oh my God…. oh… uh…. Fuck... Please… just... Fuck... me.”
Why? Why did it feel so unbearably good?
“Oh, honey, I haven’t even started with you yet,” he growled against my pussy. His mouth claimed every part of me, sucking up my slick as I screamed his name again and again. He was driving me insane, and I loved every second of it.
He bent over, lifting my thighs higher as his tongue traced the wetness spilling down, sliding lower until it reached my ass.
“Oh, Vishal… please… uhhh… please…” I moaned, my body moving on instinct as my fingers circled my swollen pussy, amplifying the waves of pleasure. His tongue pushed me closer to the brink of madness. He was just so damn good.
“Oh, my goodness!” I gasped, my body arching up from the bed before collapsing back down as his tongue plunged into my hole, his finger driving in alongside it.
“Fuck, Vishal!”
He moved his finger in and out of my dripping hole, and I moaned from the pleasure and the pain.
It was a different kind of pain. The type that made you crave more of it, even though it was hurting you.
He continued thrusting in and out of my hole with his finger, and I was yelling out his name, crying tears that I couldn’t hold in.
“Yes, honey. Scream my name,” he clenched out, thrusting another finger inside me.
My hips rocked against his fingers, welcoming every inch of his hard thrusts.
“You like it?” he asked.
”Fuck... me... harder... yeah... fuck... me... harder... Vi.”
His fingers went in harder at my request, threatening to make me melt. Why had I requested that he fuck me harder when I couldn’t take the heat? Oh, dear goddess, help me.
“Ahhh... Fuck!” I screamed at the massive shade of pleasure clouding my head and zeroing out my sense of reason.
“Open your eyes and sit up,” he ordered, his husky voice sending shivers through me. He guided me upright, resting my back against the bedframe.
My eyes brimmed with tears as I bit down hard on my lower lip, trembling in anticipation of his next move. His fingers pushed deeper into my hole, and he forced me to watch as they glistened with my own wetness.
“Ohhhh… uhh… yes, yes, yes… fuck… shit… Vi… please!” The words tumbled from me in a frenzy as my orgasm clawed dangerously close.
I rocked my hips wildly against his fingers, desperate to match his pace and desperate for release. The heat inside me built unbearably, my pussy walls burning for the sweet relief I craved.
“Oh no, honey… not so fast.” His voice dripped with control as he slowed his thrusts, pulling one finger out and leaving me trembling on the edge of release, my climax cruelly withheld.
“What?” I said, my voice came out husky. “Why?”
“Beg me!” he ordered, and flicked my core. “Beg me to make you cum.”
“Please…” I whimpered, my soft moans spilling out as his single finger kept thrusting in and out of my pussy at an agonizingly slow pace.
“Scream for me. Beg for it,” he whispered darkly. “I want the guy next door to hear you pleading for me to make you cum.”
“Please, Vishal—make me cum! Fuck me till I cum! I can’t take it anymore!” I cried out, my voice breaking as I gasped when he suddenly pushed in another finger without warning.
This time there was no trace of gentleness—his thrusts were fast, relentless, and merciless.
“God, you taste incredible,” he groaned, his lust-soaked words igniting me further.
I ground my hips against his tongue, desperate and wild, pushing myself faster toward the edge of climax.
“Don’t... stop... please... Oh... My God... I think I’m gonna... cum, baby!” I yelled, fisting the sheets and jerking my hips forward toward his mouth as I felt my hot release leave my body.
Gosh, that was exhausting and revitalizing at the same time. I collapsed, hyperventilating as my juice flowed out of me. The slurping sound of his mouth made me aware that he was licking up my juices.
My moan was low and soft. I was fucking exhausted.
He rose to his knees and settled between my legs, stroking his thick rod along my slick folds, coating his dick with my wetness.
Slowly, I felt him penetrate me and I cried out. My head shot up, and I fisted the sheets harder due to the pain that erupted through my body. It still hurt. Damn it.
“Easy love.”
“I’m sorry.” He started kissing me, soothing my pain.
He began with slow penetrations, giving me a little time to adjust to his size. My moans started low and soft until he lost it and plunged inside of me like a zealot.
“Oh... God... please... uh... ahhh!” I cried, biting the sheets to muffle my screams. My pussy was on fire, and it got hotter with each movement.
“Fuck, you feel so good.”
His grunts were monstrous as he gritted while moving inside me.
“Vishal... oh... goddess...... ahhhh...” I screamed relentlessly, writhing uncontrollably as he fucked me hard and fast, pushing me close to a mind-blowing orgasm.
“Hold on, baby,” he muttered in a ragged tone, grabbing my hips and delving deeper into me.
His dick ravaged my insides, slamming the ends of me. “You’re fucking delicious, damn it.”
“Harder... I’m close. I’m fucking close… I’m… cumiiinnng!” I yelled as my body exploded from satisfaction that reached its zenith.
“I’m cuming, honey,” he grunted, just as he shuddered, and I felt warm liquid inside me.