Smut scene ahead....
"I um...." Speechless, all I could do was fumble my quivering hands and gaze down. I wasn't sure how to respond to him. He asked if I trusted him. I asked myself if I had enough trust in him.
"Harshita, whatever feelings that you have for me," he paused, raising my head up by my chin with his delicate fingertips. I feel them too...." he whispered, and a little gasp escaped my lips.
"Vedant...." His name trembles on my lips as I melt in his presence. His smug expression moves closer to mine, almost to my lips. He runs his fingers over my cheekbones.
I turn away from him, but he grabs my hand and pulls me back against his muscular chest, capturing my lips. Shock floods me, but my lips move in time with his deep, passionate movements. He pulls away, allowing me to get some much-needed oxygen. He carefully licks his lips, staring directly at me.
"You're so delicious," he smirks, his hazel eyes narrowed with need.
He wraps his hands around my waist again and pulls me closer until our noses meet. He is looking at my eyes. His touch causes chills all over my body. This is how you feel when someone adores and touches you. He kisses my forehead before carefully showering kisses across my face.
"We shouldn't be doing this....." I whimper against his face.
"I know..." Vedant's deep, silky voice murmurs across the small gaps between our mouths, "Do you want me to stop? Just say the word," he asks. I look at him; he is the one for whom my heart beats, and I want to experience this type of love. I'm not sure if I'm doing it right or not, but my heart desires it.
"No," I said, putting myself at a distance from him and meeting his eyes directly. "I don't want you to stop."
He approached me and cornered me against the nearest wall. My back hit the wall, and I gasped as he slammed his body against mine and kissed my lips fiercely.
My legs puddled, and I attempted to kiss him back with equal ferocity. My eyes widened in surprise and delight as he drove his tongue inside my mouth. A loud moan from me as a strange sensation overtook me. When our tongues met, my heart skipped a beat and my body ignited with passion and desire.
I placed my arms around his neck and let him take charge. He was kissing me aggressively, his tongue inside my mouth and his hands grabbing the back of my neck. What is happening to me? Why am I having this strange sensation between my legs?
He broke away from me and began looking into my eyes. While attempting to regain my breath, I attempted to ignore my flushed appearance and return my gaze to him, who was stern. There was something unusual about his eyes.
"I am a very possessive man, Harshita. Please remember this about me. When something is mine, it is for life. You can never leave me." He muttered, running his nose along my throat. I did not understand what he was saying.
"Strip for me, love," he exclaimed abruptly, and I was taken aback. I understood what he meant, but I wasn't ready to surrender to him. I avoided staring into his eyes.
"You are very beautiful, believe me," he replied, smiling.
My throat tightened, and my breath caught. "D-Do you want to see me naked?" I blurted out.
He licked his dried lips. He gently nodded his head.
His little nod deepened our connection. My body was depleted of oxygen, and desire raged through my veins. I wasn't conscious at the time, or perhaps I was, but the fluttering in my tummy and the prospect of being naked in front of Vedant aroused me on many levels.
His eyes remained fixated on my chest as I let go of my kameez with unsteady fingers. My heart rate increased as the cool breeze contacted my exposed flesh, which was barely covered by my bra and salwar. Biting my bottom lips, I gazed at him, and our gazes connected. His face was steeped with want, which made me both excited and terrified. I lowered my gaze to study the intensity of his eyes.
His hand sought for mine, and he pulled me closer. His free hand moved to my hip as my body made contact with his. I looked up to him. His eyes darkened as he gazed down at me. The attraction between us was like an electric spark that zapped between us. I wanted to run my hands over his chest, but I was too afraid to reach for him.
"I know this is your first time, and you're nervous," he replied. "But you shouldn't be." I was too afraid to talk, so I maintained my eyes on him while remaining silent.
"I'm going to try and make sure it feels as good as possible," he told me. His words made my tummy flutter with butterflies.
He moved aside for a while to unbutton his shirt. It fell to the floor as his gaze caressed my body. My nipples stiffened immediately as he glanced at me. My gaze swept over the muscular and ripped chest. He did not have any tattoos there. I reached out and touched his chest with my palm. His skin felt smooth and silky under my hands as I traced them down to his abdomen. He had a six-pack.
He remained silent as I caressed him, the tip of his tongue flickering. When I lifted my gaze to him, his hands rested on my hips, pulling me toward him. The sensation of his skin on mine made my skin tingle with anticipation. His hands moved through my hair, and his mouth covered mine. This time, the kiss was stronger.
The ache between my legs intensified as he softly sucked on my tongue, and I struggled with the new desires he was awakening within me. His hands slowly released my hair, which I felt glide down my sides. He gently walked me backward to the bed, hands on my hips, kissing me. I felt the bed pressed against the back of my knees. He stopped the kiss and carefully laid me down.
He stood for a moment, observing me, before reaching for my kameez and releasing the knot. I lifted my hips to help me get out of the kameez. Moments later, his jeans fell to the floor. My gaze shifted to the tent in his underwear, and I couldn't help but feel worried about what would happen next.
His eyes surveyed me for a few more moments before he climbed onto the bed and hovered over me. He kissed me so hard that I felt my toes curl. Then his mouth moved away from my lips, and he proceeded to run his tongue down my neck between delicate kisses. I gasped as a chill ran down my neck.
"Do you like that?" he asked, repeating the gesture of gently kissing me. I closed my eyes and let the wave of awareness pass through me. He carefully proceeded down to my breasts. He stroked his tongue down my cleavage, and I felt his hands creep under me, unclasping my bra. For a second, I tensed.
"It's okay," he said to me as he carefully slid the straps off my shoulders and removed it. His eyes fixed on my nude body. My insecurities crept in; he must have had numerous girlfriends and seen a lot of attractive girls. In the presence of so many beautiful people, I was nothing. I averted my gaze, feeling humiliated.
"You don't have to be shy; you're perfect, and they are perfect for me," he said quietly as he leaned down. He slipped a nipple into his warm mouth and sucked gently. I felt the ache and the need for him rise. The image of his white arm against my brown skin was very enticing.
I could only mumble "I..." before his mouth clamped on the other nipple. He repeated the action, and I closed my eyes, gasping. By the time he got to my panties, I had clutched the sheet beneath my hands. His hands skated down my thighs, softly opening them.
"Any time you're not comfortable with something, all you have to do is tell me to stop and I will," he told me with a whisper. His voice was low and velvety.
"Okay," I replied as I felt his kiss just above my panty line. I clutched the blankets in my fists, waiting in expectation. He kissed the inner of each thigh before I felt his fingers reach for my panties and gently take them off me. I was nude, and I had never felt so vulnerable. I felt my body tighten.
"Relax," he said quietly. He touched my sensitive core, and I gasped. I felt something building up, and I tried to move, confused about what I was experiencing. He held me securely in place while sliding a finger into me.
He built me up with his finger, and then I felt myself burst. I bit down on my lip, but I couldn't hold back my gasp as waves of ecstasy hit me. I clutched the sheets as I drifted back, dizzy and content.
I looked up at Vedant. He hovered above me. I ground against him as his lips contacted mine and he shoved his hard need for me against the top of my thighs. Even though I was still savoring the aftermath of my first orgasm, I needed him inside of me.
"Are you sure?" he asked, holding my gaze.
"Yes," I whispered. I wanted him. He got down from the bed and pulled his pants down, and I glanced sideways. I wasn't confident enough to watch his length.
"I'm going to take it slow so I don't hurt you too much," he said quietly, looming over me. I felt his tip press against my opening. Nervously, I nodded as his mouth covered mine and I felt him press against me. I felt him creep further, inch by inch, until coming to a standstill. The sense of fullness overwhelmed me.
"Are you sure?" he inquired, straining himself. He was giving me one final out. I crushed my lips against him as he pushed completely into me. When I felt the momentary agony, my breath hitched.
He held still and said, "Are you okay?"
"ye..yess" I reassured him. I expected the agony. He slowly moved out, and then he started into me again. The discomfort began to subside as he slowly moved in and out. Then I wanted to feel him, so I wrapped my legs around him.
"Ahhhh..." I yelled with ecstasy.
"Say my name," he whispered into my ear. Holding still against my core.
I nearly shrieked "v...Vedant"
"That's my girl," he continued, and I stared at him, entranced. I was completely in love with Vedant and had lost it.
Suddenly He gripped my hands in his and raised them above my head as he moved faster into me. The headboard started to slam against the wall, but I didn't mind. All that mattered was achieving that peak, which would provide me with the relief I needed. The tension inside grew, and I bit my lip to prevent from shouting as I climaxed for the second time. Vedant drove into me several more times, and I felt him tremble as he came.
I lay there unwilling to move. I just wanted to savor the moment as Vedant kissed me one final time and put his forehead on mine.
"Thank you for your trust in me," he whispered into my ear. I smiled at him, and a tear rolled down my cheeks.
I'm not sure if this was correct or wrong, but it felt right with Vedant. After a while, he disappeared into the bathroom and returned to lie down next to me. He pulled the blankets over us. Tired and satisfied, I fell asleep without knowing what the future contained for both of us the next day.