His mouth moved from one breast to the other, slow and greedy, kissing, sucking, teasing each nipple until she was shaking in his arms. Her moans filled the room, soft at first, then louder, helpless, every sound pulling him deeper into her.
She pulled at her kameez, slipping it off her arms, letting it fall away so he could have her without barrier. “Better?” she whispered against his ear, her voice low, sultry, dripping with want. He groaned, nodding, his lips never leaving her skin.
“Take me,” she breathed, her hand gripping his hair, “I’ve waited so long… don’t hold back.” The words were dirty, raw, but laced with love, and they sent a shiver down his spine. His need surged, fierce and uncontrollable, and she felt it pressing hard against her thigh.
With a rough breath, he reached behind her, fingers fumbling with the clasp of her bra. When it gave way, he pushed the straps down her shoulders, freeing her completely. Her breasts spilled into his hands, bare, perfect, soft against his palms.
He looked up at her once, eyes burning with desire and adoration both. Then he lowered his head again, kissing each nipple in turn, sucking harder now, his tongue circling, tasting, devouring. She cried out, clutching him tighter, whispering more wicked, breathless pleas into his ear.
Her body arched, offered, begging for more. And he, trembling with hunger, gave it to her with every kiss, every touch.
She pulled at her kameez, slipping it off her arms, letting it fall away so he could have her without barrier. “Better?” she whispered against his ear, her voice low, sultry, dripping with want. He groaned, nodding, his lips never leaving her skin.
“Take me,” she breathed, her hand gripping his hair, “I’ve waited so long… don’t hold back.” The words were dirty, raw, but laced with love, and they sent a shiver down his spine. His need surged, fierce and uncontrollable, and she felt it pressing hard against her thigh.
With a rough breath, he reached behind her, fingers fumbling with the clasp of her bra. When it gave way, he pushed the straps down her shoulders, freeing her completely. Her breasts spilled into his hands, bare, perfect, soft against his palms.
He looked up at her once, eyes burning with desire and adoration both. Then he lowered his head again, kissing each nipple in turn, sucking harder now, his tongue circling, tasting, devouring. She cried out, clutching him tighter, whispering more wicked, breathless pleas into his ear.
Her body arched, offered, begging for more. And he, trembling with hunger, gave it to her with every kiss, every touch.
by WordWeaver & WebWeaver September 17, 2025
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