(Happy Mahashivratri to my shiv and shakti)
DIVYA
He pulled back from the kiss, his lips trailing along my neck, finding the sensitive spot that made me moan before I could stop myself. Instinctively, I bit my lower lip, trying to suppress the sound.
Noticing, he caught my chin, his thumb brushing my lips as he gently pulled them away from my teeth. His eyes darkened with an intensity that made my cheeks burn.
"Tell me, my little angel," he murmured, his voice a low, velvet whisper, "has anyone ever made you come?"
I blinked, the question catching me off guard. My brows furrowed in confusion as I slowly shook my head, feeling my face flush even more.
His gaze softened, but there was still a playful spark in his eyes. "Have you ever touched yourself before?" he asked, his voice curious but gentle.
"Where?" I asked, completely innocent in my response, not quite grasping what he meant.
He paused, looking almost perplexed by my question. Without saying a word, he kissed me deeply again, his lips warm and possessive. As I wrapped my arms around his neck, losing myself in the kiss, his hand slid under my dress, between my thighs.
"Here," he whispered, his fingers brushing against me.
I blushed deeply, suddenly aware of how little I knew about this side of myself. At 24, I had never explored those sensations, never touched myself in that way.
Seeing my hesitation, he smiled, his expression softening with a hint of amusement. "So innocent," he murmured, pressing his forehead against mine. "What am I going to do with you?"
I swallowed nervously but felt a playful smile tug at my lips. "You could teach me," I said, my voice barely above a whisper, yet filled with anticipation. "Teach me everything."
A low chuckle escaped him as he brushed his lips against mine in a teasing kiss. Then, his expression grew serious, full of tenderness. "Can I undress you?"
The sincerity in his voice, the respect, made my heart flutter. It wasn't just about passion-it was about him asking, making sure I was comfortable. Vaani always talked about men with 'green flags,' the ones who treated you right, the ones who knew how to respect boundaries. I never imagined I'd be lucky enough to find someone like that.
I licked my lips nervously and nodded, giving him my silent permission.
With deliberate, slow movements, he reached behind me, unzipping my dress. The fabric slipped down my shoulders, inch by inch, until it pooled at my waist. The cool evening air hit my bare skin, sending a shiver through me. It was then I realized, to my utter embarrassment, that I wasn't wearing a bra. I hadn't thought much about it when I changed earlier, wanting to be comfortable in the loose dress. I never imagined I'd find myself in this situation.
My hands flew up, instinctively covering my chest. His soft chuckle filled the air, disarming me with its warmth. "Don't hide from me, sweetheart," he said gently, removing my hands and placing them above my head. His left hand held them there, his touch firm yet tender. I squirmed, feeling exposed, vulnerable.
"Please, don't..." I whispered, my voice shaky. "I feel embarrassed."
His eyes softened as he leaned down, brushing his lips against my forehead. "You don't need to feel embarrassed," he whispered. "You are a beauty to behold. To me, you're the most beautiful woman in the world."
I gasped softly, my heart swelling at his words. For someone who seemed so rough around the edges, so hardened by life, Raghav's tenderness shocked me. It was as if he had peeled back every layer of his stoic exterior just for me, revealing a part of him I didn't know existed.
As his words sank in, the embarrassment slowly melted away. He looked at me like I was something precious, something to cherish. And in that moment, I realized I wanted to let go-to experience all of this with him. With Raghav, everything felt right.
Raghav pinched my nipple, sending a shock of electricity through my body that made me gasp in surprise. His fingers rolled it between his thumb and index finger, and I arched my back instinctively, a moan escaping my lips without shame. The intensity of the sensation overwhelmed me, every nerve in my body coming alive.
Then, just as I thought I couldn't take more, his fingers were replaced by the warmth of his mouth. The heat of his lips made me moan louder, my breathless voice trembling with his name. "Ah! Raghav..."
He paused, lifting his head just enough to look at me, his voice low and commanding. "Say it," he whispered. "Keep moaning my name, my angel. If you stop, I stop too."
His words sent a thrill through me, my breath hitching at the thought of him stopping. I couldn't hold back, not with the way he touched me, not with how he was making me feel. He moved to my other nipple, giving it the same attention, and another moan tore from my lips, louder this time. I barely recognized the sound as my own-Raghav had awakened something in me, a side I didn't know existed.
Then, his voice dropped, rough with desire. "Now, slip your hand into your panties."
My eyes widened in shock, freezing in place at his bold command. I blushed furiously, not knowing how to respond.
He glanced up at me, his intense gaze sending shivers through my body.
"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.
"You said you wanted me to teach you," he murmured, his tone low but firm. "So now, I'm teaching you. And like a good girl, you should follow my orders."
He released my wrists, the ones he had kept pinned above my head, his eyes locked on mine. There was a warning in his gaze, daring me to defy him. I swallowed hard, my heart racing as I licked my lips nervously. He rubbed his thumb over my nipple again, sending another wave of heat through me, making it even harder to resist.
I exhaled shakily, taking a deep breath to steady myself. Slowly, I lowered my hand between my thighs, my fingers trembling with both excitement and nerves. When I touched myself, a shock of sensation ran down my spine, making my thighs twitch. I hadn't realized how wet I was, and the discovery made my cheeks heat up even more.
But before I could react further, Raghav grabbed my wrist. "Not like that," he tsked, his voice teasing but firm.
With one hand, he held my wrist in place, while the other hand gently nudged my dress up around my waist. Then, guiding me, he slid my hand under the fabric of my panties. I felt a fresh wave of embarrassment, thankful that the room was cloaked in darkness so he couldn't see how flushed I had become.
My lips parted as my fingers grazed the lips of my pussy, the touch sending another jolt through me. "Are you wet?" he asked, his voice almost predatory.
I could only nod, feeling too shy to speak. His eyes flashed, and he gave his next command, voice thick with authority. "Show me."
With shaky hands, I pulled my fingers out of my panties and showed him, the slickness of my essence glistening on my skin.
Before I could process what was happening, he took my fingers into his mouth, sucking them slowly, tasting me. I gasped, my breath coming in shallow pants, watching in disbelief as his tongue swept over my fingers, cleaning them with deliberate, sensual licks.
"Delicious," he muttered, his voice so deep it sent tremors down my spine. I was breathing heavily, my heart pounding in my chest. This-this was too much. I tried to look away, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment, but his hand caught my chin, tilting my face back to meet his gaze.
His grey eyes, now darkened with lust, held me captive. There was no escape from the heat between us, no turning back from the undeniable pull that had drawn me into this moment.
He guided my hand back to my pussy, but something felt off. No matter how I touched myself, it wasn't enough. A frustrated groan escaped my lips.
"What's wrong?" Raghav asked, his brows furrowing in confusion.
"It doesn't feel right," I muttered, unable to explain the emptiness gnawing at me.
His confusion deepened. "What do you mean? What's missing?"
I locked eyes with him, feeling the words bubble up from deep inside me. "You," I whispered, my voice laced with need.
He groaned, his hands curling into fists for a brief moment, as if trying to control himself. "You're going to be the death of me, my little angel," he rasped, his voice thick with desire.
I knew exactly what I wanted-Raghav. No one else, not even myself, could give me the kind of pleasure I craved. It had to be him. It had always been him.
Suddenly, his restraint snapped. With a growl, he tore my panties away, the sound of fabric ripping startling me as my eyes widened in shock. Instinctively, I moved to cover myself, but the warning in his gaze stopped me cold.
"Don't," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Be a good girl and let me see you. Only then can I give you what you want."
Slowly, I moved my hands away, my heart pounding in my chest as I exposed myself to him fully. His eyes darkened with lust as he tapped my thighs, urging me to spread them. I did, feeling the intensity of his gaze like a physical touch.
"Beautiful," he muttered under his breath, his voice filled with awe.
He paused, his expression softening for a moment, despite the hunger in his eyes. "Tell me if you want me to stop, and I will," he whispered, his words making my breath hitch. But stopping was the last thing I wanted.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked again, giving me the chance to pull away.
I shook my head quickly, unable to form the words. I didn't want him to stop. I wanted this-wanted him-more than anything.
He chuckled softly, amused by my eagerness, and in an instant, a moan escaped my lips as his palm cupped me, his touch firm yet gentle. My heart raced, my blood turning molten as the heat between us built. Every touch, every moment, made my need for him burn hotter, and I realized that there was no going back.
I squirmed under his touch, my body reacting instinctively as he slid his finger deeper inside me. The sensation was foreign, overwhelming, and when he pulled his fingers out, slick and glistening, my breath hitched. His eyes locked with mine, dark and intense.
"You're dripping for me," he murmured, his voice low, a note of wonder in his tone.
I was frozen, entranced by the sight of him-what he was doing to me. He brought his fingers to my lips, eyes locked with mine, and softly ordered, "Open." Unsure of what he intended, I obeyed. My lips parted, but I wasn't prepared for the sudden thrust of his fingers into my mouth, slick with my own need. I gagged slightly, my hand instinctively reaching for his wrist, wanting to pull him away. But his steady gaze stopped me.
"Don't." His voice was firm, and my hand dropped, surrendering. My mouth closed around his fingers, and I tasted myself as he growled low in his throat, primal, like he was teetering on the edge of control. It made my pulse race, my body reacting to the animalistic hunger in his eyes.
He growled, the sound rough and desperate, like he was pleading-begging-for me.
"Please," I whispered, my voice shaking with need, "stop teasing me."
He grinned, lips curving into something both dangerous and sensual. "Anything for you, my little angel."
In one swift movement, he captured my mouth with his, the kiss deep and consuming. At the same time, his fingers slid back inside me, pressing firmly against the tight walls of my body.
I gasped into his kiss, moaning As at that same time he slipped a finger inside me as far as it would go in the tight confines of my pussy walls and pressesd his thumb down on my swollen clit. Electricity shot through my veins, a pulse of pure heat, and I arched against him, unable to control the way my body responded.
I'd never felt this kind of pleasure, never known my body could ache for something so intensely. His fingers worked me with expert precision, as if he knew exactly how to play me, how to unravel me, and I couldn't stop the moans spilling from my lips. My body was his instrument, and he played it with skill I couldn't comprehend, each touch sending me higher, closer to a release I'd never experienced before.
I opened my mouth to moan again, and he slipped his tongue inside, tasting the pleasure he was coaxing out of me. His hard body pressed against mine, his muscles taut beneath my hands as I clung to him. The friction of my breasts against his chest only heightened the sensation, the heat building between us. His growl reverberated through me, wild and raw, and I felt the tension in my belly coil tighter, ready to snap.
The sound of him losing control sent a thrill through me. Raghav, always so controlled and aloof, was coming undone for me, with me. The thought only made the pleasure more intense, driving me closer to the edge. I moaned again, my body trembling as he continued to work me, expertly stroking the pressure higher and higher.
"It's too much," I mumbled, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all, my body shuddering.
"Relax, my angel," he whispered, his lips brushing my ear. "Let it go. Then I'll lick you clean, I promise.
His words alone sent a shock through me, and with a final, breathless cry, I let go, tumbling over the edge into white-hot ecstasy. My body convulsed as waves of pleasure crashed through me, and just when I thought I couldn't handle any more, he pinched my clit sharply, pushing me even further into release.
And then, with a swift motion, he spanked my pussy, and something inside me snapped. My eyes flew open as a gush of wetness surged from me, soaking the bed beneath us. I stared at him, wide-eyed, unable to process what had just happened.
My eyes widened in shock as the wetness that came out of like I peed all over the bed. Oh god what the hell just happened?