Previous Part: Unspoken Desires: Passionate Connection Between Rohan & Ananya – Part 2
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I pulled her towards me after the amazing blowjob. Kissing her hard, my breath ragged from what had just happened. I broke the kiss and asked, still in disbelief, “What the fuck did you just do with that mangalsutra?”
She took a deep breath, her eyes flickering with anger and frustration. “I’m so angry at him, Rohan. He wasn’t there when I needed him the most,” she began, her voice shaking with a mix of emotions.
“He wasn’t there when I was alone, helpless, and crying. He wasn’t there when I needed someone to talk to or when I struggled with everything on my own. Not even for something as small as helping with my son’s birthday party.” Her words hit hard.
She continued, her gaze locking with mine, “But you… you were there for me in every way. I needed to cross those limits with you, Rohan. I wanted to take revenge on him. That mangalsutra thing was my way of reclaiming something for myself and giving you an experience you’d never forget.”
The intensity of her confession left me speechless for a moment. I could see the pain and anger that had been building inside her for so long. There was no turning back now. This was more than just an act of lust—this was her way of taking back control.
I kissed her again, pulling her close as I whispered, “Forget about him tonight. Let’s enjoy this moment.” Her eyes softened, and I could feel the tension start to melt away. I guided her gently to the bed, slipping off her red panty with a slow, deliberate motion.
Spreading her legs, I moved her to the edge of the bed, positioning myself on the floor between her legs. The anticipation was electric. With my face inches from her, I teased her, kissing her inner thighs softly, feeling her body react beneath my touch.
My other hand found its way to her amazing breasts, caressing and playing with them. Her breath quickened with every move. Finally, I let my lips meet her hot, burning pussy. Kissing it with deliberate slowness, taking in her taste as she moaned my name in pleasure.
I dove deeper, pushing my tongue inside her hot, wet pussy. It was the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted. My tongue flickered over her pussy. I took my time kissing and sucking her clitoris with gentle pressure, feeling her body respond to every move.
Her hands gripped my head, pulling me even closer, pressing my face hard against her. She lifted her hips, desperate to push her pussy into my mouth. The sound of her moans echoed in the room. She screamed my name in pleasure, her eyes shut tight.
I didn’t stop. I kept licking, kept teasing, and then, gently, I pushed one finger inside her. Her body reacted immediately. She threw her head back, her back arched off the bed. Her legs were hanging down and spread wide, surrendering completely.
I was eating her pussy like nothing else mattered. I was savouring every moment as her pleasure built, and she lost herself to the sensations. Her body began to tense up, her back arching. I sensed she was close to climaxing.
I intensified my pace, licking and fingering her harder. I was pushing her closer to the edge. With a loud, breathless scream, she came, her release flooding my mouth, and I eagerly tasted every drop of her. Her breathing was rapid, her boobs rising and falling as she came down from the high.
I moved beside her, gently laying next to her and wrapping my arms around her, holding her close. I gave her the time she needed to cool down and catch her breath, feeling the warmth of her body against mine. Our eyes locked, and a smile passed between us before we shared a soft, lingering kiss.
I opened my mouth to speak. But Ananya gently placed her hand over my lips, stopping me. Her eyes, still heavy with desire, pierced through me as she whispered, “Rohan, don’t say anything. Please… finish what you started. Fuck me.”
Her boldness caught me off guard, stirring something deep within.
Teasingly, I asked, “Do what?”
She bit her lip, her voice firm and breathless as she repeated, “Rohan, fuck me like you own me.”
I smiled at her, a mischievous glint in my eyes, and said, “Let’s do something unexpected.”
With that, I moved the sofa closer to the mirror, creating a perfect view of what was about to happen. Gently, I guided Ananya onto the sofa, spreading her legs wide as I positioned myself between them. My dick grazed her wet, eager pussy, teasing her with every touch.
Her voice, filled with need, broke through the silence, “Do it, Rohan.”
I leaned closer, whispering in her ear, “Watch yourself getting fucked in the mirror, Ananya.”
With one smooth motion, I thrust my dick deep inside her hot, burning, thirsty pussy, filling her. I started thrusting into her, each movement deliberate as I sought a rhythm that made her body respond to mine. The sensation of her hot, tight pussy gripping me sent jolts of pleasure through my entire being.
I felt my desire intensifying with each thrust. As I slid in and out, her body moved with mine, perfectly synchronized in this intimate dance. Ananya’s eyes fluttered shut, surrendering to the waves of pleasure that coursed through her.
Soft moans escaped her lips, filling the dimly lit room as she lost herself in the moment, her pleasure echoing back to me, urging me on. In between those blissful moments, she suddenly opened her eyes, and our gazes locked. A smile broke across her face, and I leaned in to kiss her deeply.
The warmth of her lips against mine was intoxicating as my dick pushed deeper inside her, making her gasp into the kiss. The room was cool, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from our bodies, yet sweat began to bead on our skin from the intensity of our movements.
I could feel the tension building between us. Each thrust drives us closer to an exhilarating edge. “Look at yourself in the mirror again, Ananya,” I whispered, my voice low and thick with desire.
Her eyes slowly opened, and she caught her reflection—our bodies entwined. The sight of her red panties tossed carelessly aside and her mangalsutra resting provocatively on her heaving chest. The image was electrifying, and I could see her heart racing as she took in the scene.
She held my gaze for a moment. Her breath hitched as she absorbed the visual of us together. The thrill of seeing herself getting fucked, ignited a fire within her. She closed her eyes again. I could feel her surrendering to the sensation of our bodies moving together.
The rhythm of our passion deepens with every thrust. I continued to fuck her, the sounds of our bodies colliding and mingling with her moans, creating a symphony of raw desire that filled the air. The sight of her flushed skin, her lips parted in pleasure.
The way her body reacted to me heightened my need to take her further, to claim her entirely in this stolen moment. I pulled my dick out, my heart racing with anticipation, and suggested trying the doggy position. A playful smile spread across Ananya’s face.
She got up and positioned herself on all fours, eagerly awaiting my return. Before entering her again, I reached for her mangalsutra, holding it between my fingers. “Put this on,” I instructed, my voice low and commanding. She obliged, the gesture amplifying the thrill of our forbidden encounter.
We both knew we were crossing boundaries, stepping into a world filled with desire and defiance. I positioned her in front of the mirror, the reflection capturing the intensity of the moment. As I entered her from behind, I felt the heat of her body enveloping me once more.
I began to thrust, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through us both. Gripping her hair gently, I pulled her head back, eliciting soft moans from her lips. “Look at yourself in the mirror,” I urged. My breath was hot against her ear.
The sight was intoxicating. Her mangalsutra dangles between her breasts, a stark reminder of her marriage. She surrendered completely to the pleasure I was giving her. Each thrust was wild and uninhibited, our bodies moving in perfect harmony.
The image of her getting pounded from behind made everything feel raw and electric. The combination of her submissive position and the way she responded to my every movement. The sight of her reflecting in the mirror created a scene that was both thrilling and outrageously sexy.
I could hear the sound of our bodies colliding. Her moans filled the air as I lost myself in the rhythm of our passion. Knowing that we were in a place of shared desire. The lines between right and wrong blurred into something primal and exhilarating.
“Aah, Rohan! I am about to cum!” Ananya cried out, her voice a desperate mix of urgency and ecstasy. Feeling her body tighten around me, I responded by thrusting deeper, driving us both closer to the edge. “Not yet,” I murmured, sensing her impending climax.
But her moans told me she was beyond the point of no return. With a final, breathless gasp, she screamed, “Rohan, I can’t hold it!” and she cum. “Wait!” She asked me. I immediately stopped, allowing her to bask in the aftershocks of her pleasure.
Her breasts heaved as she struggled to catch her breath, and a playful smile crossed her lips. “Are you not done yet?” she teased, her voice laced with playful mischief.
“I will now,” I replied, pulling her closer and shifting us into the missionary position. I entered her once more, and a soft moan escaped her lips, “Oh yes, just like that, Rohan!” Her eyes fluttered shut, and she let herself melt into the sensations.
With each thrust, I felt her body respond eagerly, the heat between us building. “Mmm… Rohan that feels so good,” she sighed, her voice thick with desire. I looked into her eyes. Our gazes locked as we shared the intimacy of the moment.
“Look at yourself in the mirror,” I urged, and she opened her eyes to watch us. The sight of her flushed skin, and the reflection of our bodies moving together added to the electric atmosphere. “You’re so beautiful,” I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Aahhh… Rohan, don’t stop!” she moaned, urging me on as I picked up the pace. Our bodies moved in perfect harmony. The rhythm of our lovemaking filled the room with soft sounds of pleasure.
Finally, I felt the familiar pressure building within me. “I’m about to cum. Where do you want me?” I asked, my voice thick with lust.
“On me, Rohan! Please!” she gasped, her eyes wide with excitement.
With a deep groan, I pulled out just in time, releasing myself across her navel and breasts. The sight of the naked Ananya, glistening with my cum, was a vision of raw beauty. “You look ravishing,” I murmured, unable to tear my gaze away.
I leaned down to clean her, kissing her softly, tracing my lips across her skin, tasting the mixture of our bodies. Once I finished, I wrapped my arms around her. Holding her close as we lay back on the sofa, both still reeling from the intensity of our encounter.
“Did you enjoy it?” I asked, my voice filled with curiosity. I was hoping to capture every nuance of her experience.
With a playful grin, she replied, “Oh, Rohan, I think I want to feel this pleasure more often.” Her words hung in the air, igniting a spark of excitement for the possibilities ahead.
As we lay entwined, the warmth of our bodies merging and the thrill of forbidden passion. We both knew that this night would forever change the course of our lives.
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