Previous Part: The Chronicles of A Wrong Phone – Part 1
Let’s delve deeper into the enchanting adventures of ours – the connection blossomed from a wrong phone call. Do read the first part if you haven’t read it.
We both smiled at each other and knew that with every minute that passed, we were getting closer to home. Coincidentally, it was a ‘kids-free’ and ‘husband-free’ week for Dipti.
“I never get tired of looking at you”, I said with a grin on my face while we almost approached her house.
Dipti put on a wondering look at me, a look when put in words were, “Are you ready for me?”
“No,” I replied.
With a soft laugh, she held out her hand and said, “Come with me.”
The door swung open, and we stumbled into the dimly lit entrance. Our breaths captivate the sensuality. Still, within these walls, a different storm raged – a tempest of longing, desire, and the sweet ache of union.
I wanted to kiss her. She wanted to kiss me. We both knew we could do anything to kiss, forget everything around us, and surrender to each other for the next few hours.
My hands found her waist, pulled her close, and Dipti melted into me. The clothes paid no heed, our lips met – it felt like a collision of fire and tenderness, a promise which was whispered across centuries.
She tasted – a blend of coffee and cinnamon – the kiss became desperate as if I could drink her essence. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. The world outside ceased to exist. There was only this room, this kiss, this shared ache. Time was irrelevant. We embraced, lost in the web of each other’s souls.
When we finally broke apart, gasping for air, our eyes met – it felt like a universe of promises being exchanged. But we clung to each other. Our heartbeats were in sync as if the act of holding on could defy the inevitable parting.
At that moment, the house absorbed the passion. It bore witness to our love, our unyielding need. She led me to the living room, pushed me on the couch and nestled against my chest. Her lips brushed against my collarbone, and she whispered, “Where have you been, Nikhil?”
I traced circles on her back and confessed, “Lost. Lost in the chaos of the world. But I found my way back – to you.”
Dipti tilted her head, took my palms, etched on the line, and asked, “And what about us? Did you find your way back to us?”
“Always. Ever since the wrong call, my head has remained anchored here – with you.” I replied.
Dipti leaned in, captured my lips once more, wrapped her legs around my waist, and pulled me closer. Our souls were being merged – a kiss that tasted of promises – and murmured, “Tell me. Tell me the secrets you have carried.”
“This (pointed the finger at her) is where I lost once. But now, I am here to heal the wounds,” I said.
We kissed again, our passion a tempest that matched the one beyond the world. In the house, where time stood still, we whispered the truths that would bind us for the next few hours at least.
Dipti stood, pulled me again, tugged on my belt, unfasted the clip, and shoved her hands searching onto him. I looked hungrily at her. I knew what she wanted. I stood naked before her and said, “Now, I am yours. Do what you want.”
She took a step close and gazed up at me, slicking her tongue over the parted lips. I grasped her neck with my hand and drew her closer, caressing my hands slowly over the soft fabric of the body over her skin.
We kissed passionately. Dipti was enjoying it, and her lips were tingling. She closed her eyes on the feeling of arousal. I had become hard. Dipti’s hand went down and touched it. She opened her lips to allow my tongue to enter her, and our tongues swirled and darted.
She was pressing against me and wondering when I would undress her and gripped my buttocks.
“Undress me!” she gasped. I felt so good to tease her in these ways, to feel the smooth fabric over her skin. My hands were gripped on her buttocks. Her eyes were saying, “When are we crossing the boundary of resisting and taking each other?”
I could feel her heart pounding as my hand went between her legs and kissed her mouth. That’s when I felt how wet she was. I was delaying to heighten the pleasure that would follow when I was in her body. Her lips met again, kisses were intense and hungrier. We knew what would follow, and we were ready.
“Undress me!” she demanded.
“In the bedroom! We have got time to do wherever we want, but the bedroom is where I want to take you.” I replied and lifted into my arms. She clung on to me. It felt like we were married for the first time.
“Wait a moment, Niks”, she said and pushed my hands away. She slipped the soft fabric from her skin, threw it on my face, and uttered, “I know that you liked seeing me earlier today.”
There she was, Dipti, naked, hairs let loose, looking like a goddess. I pushed her backwards against the edge of the bed, kissing and embracing each other.
“You feel so good against me!” she uttered and felt my erection brushing her body. We knew we no longer had to wonder what would happen in the heat of the moment.
My hands trailed over her body and moved to massage her breasts. “Go on!” she gasped, pulling my head on her breasts. I started sucking one while I caressed the other.
I looked into her eye to share the heat, to arouse the passion, and slid my hand between her legs. My two fingers touched her pussy. Dipti was ready for me. She was so wet and aroused. I guided my two fingers into her pussy, and Dipti responded by rocking her hips to and fro.
She was ready to welcome me in every manner and moaned, “It’s time for the real thing, Niks!”
Yeah, she wanted me to fuck and wanted it badly. She trembled in response to my touch, and I asked her, “Open some more for me.” Dipti spread her legs wider so that I could feast on all that was exposed. Steadily I slicked my tongue over her slit and darted into her.
“You taste and feel so good, Dips!” I said. Her hands caressed my penis, from the base to the tip. She loved feeling it, and glided into her hands before she held on to it.
In the moments of giving and taking, our moments of union and neither of us seeking to dominate cherished more and more. “Go on… go on Niks” she moaned. She pushed me back and felt me shiver when her fingers and thumb caressed over my penis.
Her mouth moisturized my penis, and the sounds of ecstasy increased with every move inside. My trembling body was the sign that she was getting to me through the most pleasurable blow job.
“I want you in me, now!” she told me.
I tapped the tip of my penis against her pussy lips before I thrust into her body in one stroke. After a few deep thrusts and easing away, Dipti and I felt an orgasm building. We had all day to wind ourselves up for these moments.
We both were ready. Everything was tingling, her pussy lips, clitoris. They felt swollen and sensitive.
“I am loving for what you are doing to me,” Dipti moaned, and we fucked each other to a moment which led to ragingly pleasurable shots.
“Come for me… I want to come… let me come,” Saying this, she succumbed. I could feel the rush of her orgasm, and that made me shoot everything into her.
We embraced each other until the waves of shared pleasure slowly leaned.
Is this the end? No, it’s just the beginning.
“Stay”, she whispered.eve
I kissed her forehead, her eyelids, and her lips and said, “Forever.”
As of now, our two souls were seeking refuge in the house – a symphony of desire, passion, kink and more adventures.
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