Previous Part: Unspoken longing – Part 1
Parthu grinned, climbing up her body to claim her mouth in another deep kiss, sharing her flavor. His hands worked to remove his shorts, and she felt the hardness of his cock press against her thigh. He broke the kiss, panting, and whispered, “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
Karuna’s heart raced, a mix of excitement and nerves. She had never done anything like this before, but she knew she didn’t want it to stop. She reached for him, her hand wrapping around his shaft. He groaned into her ear as she began to stroke him, her thumb smearing the pre-cum that beaded at the tip.
Parthu’s breath was hot on her neck, his body tense with need. He pulled away, his eyes locking onto hers as he positioned himself between her legs. “Ready?” he asked, his voice gruff with desire.
Karuna nodded, her eyes wide with anticipation. Parthu took a moment to appreciate the beauty of her body, the way the lamplight danced on her skin, the way she bit her bottom lip. He leaned in, kissing her deeply, as he aligned his cock with her slick opening. With one swift move, he pushed into her, filling her completely. She gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as she adjusted to the feeling.
He took his time, moving slowly at first, savoring the tightness of her pussy. Karuna’s breathing grew shallower as she began to move with him, her legs wrapping around his waist. He broke the kiss, panting as he began to thrust in earnest, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the room. Her nails raked down his back, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
Parthu’s eyes never left hers, watching the play of emotions on her face – the pleasure, the surprise, the slight pain as she stretched to accommodate him. He felt a rush of power, of possession, that was as intoxicating as it was terrifying. He had wanted this for so long, and now it was happening, he didn’t want to let go.
He began to move faster, his hips slapping against hers with an increasing tempo. Karuna’s eyes remained closed, her head thrown back, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. Her hands gripped the bed sheets, twisting them into tight knots as she matched his rhythm, her body moving in sync with his.
Parthu leaned in closer, whispering in her ear, “I love you, Karuna.” The words were a declaration, a confession that had been bottled up for so long. His breath was warm, his voice thick with passion, and she felt them deep in her soul. Her heart skipped a beat, and she whispered his name in return, the sound a soft moan against his ear.
With her eyes still closed, Karuna whispered, “Parthu, don’t ever leave me. Let this be our secret.” The desperation in her voice was palpable, a plea for a future filled with stolen moments like these. She knew it was wrong, but the connection between them felt too right to ignore.
He kissed her forehead, his body still moving rhythmically against hers. “I promise, Karuna. I’ll take care of you, always.” It was a promise filled with a newfound sense of responsibility. He knew that crossing this line meant committing to her in a way he never had before, but the thought didn’t scare him. In fact, it filled him with a warmth he hadn’t felt in years.
Parthu reached down, sliding his hand between their bodies to rub her clit in time with his thrusts. Her back arched as she gasped, the added stimulation pushing her closer to the edge. “Again,” she whispered, her voice a plea. He increased his pace, her hand coming to cover his, urging him to go faster.
The bed squeaked in protest as their bodies collided, their muffled moans a symphony of need and desire. Sweat glistened on their skin, the smell of sex heavy in the air. They were lost in their own world, oblivious to the time passing, the outside world forgotten.
Parthu’s hand worked its magic, his thumb circling her clit in just the right way. Karuna’s breath caught in her throat as she felt herself climbing again, the sensations building like a crescendo. “Faster,” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.
Parthu complied, his hand moving faster, his tongue flicking and sucking her right nipple as he pinched and rolled the left one between his fingers. The contrast of the soft suckling and the firm pressure sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge.
With a final gasp, she came, her body convulsing around his cock. Her orgasm was intense, and he felt the spasms of her pussy as she tightened around him. It was too much for him, and he followed her over the edge, his own release flooding into her. They stayed there, locked together, panting and shaking as the aftershocks of pleasure washed over them.
For a moment, the room was still, the only sounds their ragged breathing and the steady beat of their hearts. Then, slowly, the real world began to seep back in. The distant wail of a car horn, the hum of the air conditioner, the tick of the bedside clock. They pulled apart, the coldness of the air making them shiver.
Parthu wrapped his arms around Karuna, pulling her close in a passionate embrace. The feel of her bare skin against his was still new, still electrifying. He kissed her forehead, her cheek, her neck, as if trying to imprint the sensation into his memory. She melted into him, her body feeling boneless with satisfaction. They lay down together on the bed, their limbs entangled like two lovers in a painting.
For a few moments, they simply enjoyed the afterglow, the sound of their breaths gradually returning to normal. The room was quiet except for the occasional car passing by outside, the world seemingly at bay. The TV played on, the movie forgotten, a silent witness to their shared secret.
Parthu kissed her again, a soft, gentle kiss filled with a newfound affection. He pulled the covers over them, wrapping her in his warmth. Karuna felt a strange mix of emotions – fear of the unknown, guilt for betraying Suresh, but also a profound sense of satisfaction and belonging. It was a secret that could never be shared with anyone, not even whispered in the dark of night.