Previous Part: Welcome to the team, Shreya – Part 1
The next day, Girish arrived at Shreya’s apartment, his heart racing with anticipation. He had never felt this way before, not with the casual flings he’d had in the past. This was different—it was dangerous, it was wrong, and it was utterly exhilarating.
He knocked on the door, the sound echoing through the quiet hallway. Shreya opened the door, dressed in a sheer nighty that clung to her body like a second skin. Girish’s breath hitched in his throat as he took in the sight of her. Her breasts, full and heavy, were barely concealed by the flimsy fabric.
He could see the outline of her erect nipples. The way the light played through the material made her look like a seductive goddess, inviting him into her inner sanctum. Without a word, she took his hand and led him into the apartment, quickly closing the door behind them.
He felt the weight of the world fall away. He lifted her into his arms, the softness of her body against his a stark contrast to the firmness of his muscles. The kisses they had shared the night before were gentle and tentative. But now they were passionate, hungry.
Girish’s tongue plunged into her mouth, claiming her with a desperation that surprised even him. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck, as he carried her down the hallway to her bedroom. The room was dimly lit by the early morning light, casting a soft glow over the rumpled bed.
He set her down gently, his hands sliding down to cup her ass, pulling her against him as he deepened their kiss. Her hips rolled against him, sending a jolt of arousal through his body. The air was thick with the scent of her perfume, a sweet floral scent that filled his senses and made him want her even more.
Shreya’s hands began to explore his chest, her nails raking lightly over his shirt, sending waves of pleasure through his body. Girish groaned, his desire for her growing with every passing second. He could feel his cock straining against the fabric of his pants, desperate for release.
He reached behind her, his hands finding the zipper of her dress. With a gentle tug, the dress fell to the floor, revealing her lacy lingerie. It was a stark contrast to the professional attire she usually wore to work. Her eyes never left his as he kissed her neck, his teeth grazing the soft skin of her throat.
She gasped, arching her back to give him better access. He could feel the heat of her pussy against his thigh. He knew she was just as turned on as he was. Girish’s hands slid down to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over the hardened nipples.
Shreya moaned, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair as she pulled him closer. Their kiss grew more frantic, tongues dancing together in a passionate ballet that had them both panting for air. Girish felt his control slipping, his desire for her overwhelming him.
He slid one hand down to her stomach, tracing the edge of her panties. He felt the dampness that had soaked through the fabric. He knew he had to taste her, had to feel her wetness on his tongue. With a groan, he broke the kiss and dropped to his knees before her.
His hands reached up to pull her dress up and over her head. She stepped out of it, standing before him in nothing but her lacy black lingerie. Girish took a moment to drink at the sight of her. Her body was a masterpiece of curves and shadows.
He reached for the clasp of her bra. His eyes never left hers as he unhooked it, letting her breasts spill out into his eager hands. Shreya gasped as he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it until it was a hard peak. His hands roamed over her body, tracing every curve, memorizing the feel of her skin.
Her breathing grew ragged as she reached down to unbuckle his belt. Her eyes never left his as she pulled his zipper down. His cock sprang free, thick and hard with desire. She took it in her hand, her grip firm as she began to stroke him, her thumb brushing over the sensitive head.
Girish moaned, his eyes closing as she worked him over. His hands moved to the back of her head, guiding her down to his cock. She took him in her mouth, her lips wrapping around his shaft in a warm, wet embrace. His eyes shot open as she began to suck him.
Her mouth moved in a rhythm that had him fighting for control. He could feel the pressure building. His hips moved in time with her mouth, seeking more of her sweetness. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, teasing and taunting him. He watched her, the sight of her kneeling before him.
Her cheeks were hollowing as she took him deeper, only making him harder. Girish’s breathing grew ragged as she sucked him. Her eyes looked up at him, filled with a seductive promise of what was to come. The tension grew, coiling tightly in his belly.
She took him to the brink of ecstasy. Her mouth moved faster, and her grip on his hips tightened. Shreya’s hand moved to the base of his shaft, her other hand playing with his balls, her nails scratching the sensitive skin. Girish’s hips began to thrust, unable to hold back the primal need that surged through him.
He felt his orgasm building, the pressure reaching a crescendo that made his toes curl. With a final, deep groan, he came into her mouth, his seed spurting against her tongue. She swallowed, her eyes never leaving him, the satisfaction on her face unmistakable.
They stumbled to the bed, their need for each other an unspoken demand. Girish laid her down, his body hovering over hers, the heat of his skin pressing against her. He kissed her again, their tongues dancing together. He moved to strip away the rest of her clothing.
The lacy fabric of her panties was drenched. She lifted her hips, eager for them to be removed. He slid them down her legs, taking in the sight of her wet pussy, glistening with desire. Without wasting another moment, Girish positioned himself between her legs, aligning his cock with her entrance.
The anticipation was almost too much to bear, but he didn’t want to rush this. He wanted to savour every second of their first time together. Slowly, he pushed into her, feeling her tightness envelop him. Shreya’s eyes went wide with pleasure, her nails digging into his back as she gasped for air.
He took his time, letting her adjust to his size, feeling her muscles clench around him. As he reached the hilt, she threw her head back, letting out a moan that sent shivers down his spine. “Ahh,” she breathed out, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. “Yes, yes, just like that.”
Girish began to move, his hips rocking in a steady rhythm that had them both panting. He could feel the tension coiling in his balls, the pleasure building with every stroke. Shreya’s hands gripped the bedsheets. Her legs wrapped around his waist as she met his thrusts with a passionate arch of her hips.
“Faster,” sheurged her voice a breathless whisper. Girish complied, his movements becoming more urgent. His cock slid in and out of her with an intensity that had them both teetering on the edge of release. Their bodies moved in a symphony of lust.
“Ahh, yes,” she moaned, her voice growing louder with every stroke. Girish’s eyes bore into hers, watching the pleasure play out across her face, feeling the tightness of her pussy around him. He could feel the muscles of her inner walls contracting, her body begging for more.
He picked up the pace, driving into her with a ferocity that had her moaning in ecstasy. Shreya’s nails dug into his back, her legs tightening around his waist, urging him deeper. “Faster,” she gasped, her hips bucking up to meet him. Girish didn’t need the invitation.
He was lost in the moment, his pleasure building with each thrust. The room was alive with the sound of their passion, the bed frame creaking in protest beneath them. “Oh, yes,” she cried out, her voice hoarse from the intensity of her desire.
Her breasts bounced with each hard thrust, her nipples standing at attention, begging for his attention. Girish leaned down, capturing one in his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. Shreya arched off the bed, her back bowing as the pleasure shot through her body like a bolt of lightning.
Girish could feel the pressure building in her. Her pussy tightened around him, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. “Fuck me harder,” she begged, her voice a desperate moan. Girish complied, his strokes becoming more forceful, more demanding.
He could feel the tension coiling in her body. Her muscles tightened around him as she approached her climax. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, a crescendo of passion that had them both on the edge of release. Her orgasm hit her like a wave.
It crashed over her with an intensity that left her gasping for breath. Girish felt her pussy clamp down on his cock, her muscles contracting in powerful spasms. He watched in amazement as she rode the crest of her climax. Her eyes squeezed shut, her face contorted in ecstasy.
It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. As her orgasm subsided, Shreya’s eyes snapped open, and she locked gazes with him. A fierce determination burned in her eyes. Before Girish knew what was happening, she had flipped them over.
Straddling his hips, she sat up, her breasts bouncing as she positioned herself over his still-hard cock. He watched, transfixed, as she reached down and guided him back inside her. Her slickness made it easy for him to slide home. Her movements were more deliberate now.
Her hips rolled in a sensual dance that had him groaning with pleasure. Girish’s hands found her waist. His fingers dug into her soft flesh as she began to ride him with a fierce rhythm. The sight of her in the cowgirl position, her curves on full display, was more than he could handle.
Her skin glowed with sweat in the soft light, and he felt the power of her desire as she took control. Shreya’s breasts swayed with each bounce, and Girish couldn’t resist the temptation. He leaned up, capturing a nipple between his teeth, flicking it with his tongue until she threw her head back and moaned.
Her hands found his shoulders, her nails digging in as she picked up the pace. Her pussy tightened around him with every stroke. Her orgasm had been intense, but it had only stoked the fire between them. Girish could feel the heat of her desire as she moved.
Her muscles tightened and released in a rhythmic pattern that had him on the brink of his climax. He watched the way she took him in. Her eyes never left his as she rode him like a woman possessed. It was a powerful, primal sight that made his blood boil and his cock throb with need.
With each bounce of her hips, she slammed down onto him, the wet sound of their bodies slapping together echoing through the room. Girish’s hands moved to her breasts, his thumbs rolling over her hardened nipples. She threw her head back, her long hair cascading down her back.
Her moans grew louder, more demanding. Her movements grew erratic as she chased her second climax, her breathing coming in panting gasps. Their eyes met. At that moment, they were no longer just colleagues with a forbidden attraction.
They were two people caught in the throes of passion, willing to risk everything for the pleasure of the moment. Girish felt his climax approaching, the tightness in his balls signalling his impending release. He reached up, his hands sliding around her back to support her.
She rode him, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. Shreya leaned forward, her breasts swinging tantalizingly close to his face. Girish took the opportunity. His mouth closed around one of her nipples, sucking it hard as his hand found its twin.
He rolled the sensitive peak between his fingers, feeling her body shiver in response. The combination of pleasure was too much for her. She came again, her pussy spasming around his cock, her juices flowing over his balls. The intensity of her climax didn’t slow her down.
If anything, it only seemed to fuel her desire further. Girish watched as she slid off him, her body glistening with sweat and need. She turned around, her back to him, and bent over the edge of the bed. Her round ass was in the air. The sight was too much to resist, and he knew what she wanted.
With a primal growl, he grabbed her hips, positioning himself behind her. He could see her pussy, still wet and quivering from her orgasm, begging for more. Without hesitation, he plunged back into her, filling her. Shreya’s moan was muffled by the pillow she’d buried her face in.
But he felt the way her body tensed around him, her muscles clenching in anticipation. He began to thrust into her from behind, his hands gripping her hips tightly. Her ass bounced back to meet each of his powerful strokes, the slap of skin against skin echoing through the room.
Girish leaned over her, his mouth finding her neck, biting down gently as he fucked her hard. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as he pounded into her. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the air, a symphony of lust that neither of them could ignore.
Shreya’s hand reached back, her fingers grabbing his hair, pulling him closer. He kissed her shoulder, his teeth nipping at the soft skin. He could feel the muscles of her pussy clench around him, her body begging for release. Girish’s strokes grew slower, more deliberate.
His cock slid in and out of her in a rhythm that had her whimpering with pleasure. Each time he pulled out, he could feel her pussy clinging to him, desperate to keep him inside. He watched as she arched her back, her body a bow of pleasure.
The sight of her ass in the air, her pussy wet. It was almost too much to handle. Girish’s hips moved in a steady, punishing rhythm, his cock plunging into her with a deliberate slowness that had them both on edge. Her breathing grew shallow, her moans muffled by the pillow she’d buried her face in.
Her body began to shake, the tremors building with each agonizingly slow thrust. Shreya’s hand found the headboard, her knuckles white as she gripped it tightly. Her other hand slid between her legs, her fingers finding her clit. She began to rub herself in a frenzied motion.
It had her pussy contracting around his cock. Girish’s eyes rolled back in his head. The pleasure of her tightness, the feel of her wetness coating him, was more than he could bear. His strokes grew deeper, more demanding. He watched her body respond to his every move.
Her moans grew louder, filling the room with a symphony of pleasure. Girish felt the tension coiling in his own body, his muscles tightening as he approached his climax. With each slow pull out, he could feel the head of his cock drag against her swollen clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
Each time he pushed back in, it was like plunging into a warm, velvety abyss, her pussy gripping him like a vice. Shreya’s hand worked furiously over her clit. Her movements were in sync with his deep, deliberate strokes. Girish leaned over her.
His hands spread her ass cheeks wider, giving him an unobstructed view of his cock disappearing into her wetness. He watched, entranced. He claimed her from behind, her body stretching to accommodate his size. The sight of her taking him, her body writhing in ecstasy, was more than he could handle.
Her pussy was so tight around him. Her inner walls rippled with each slow withdrawal, only to clench down on him as he pushed back in. Girish felt every inch of her. Her heat enveloped him like a glove made of pure pleasure. The sound of their bodies slapping together was a rhythmic beat.
It matched the pounding of his heart. He could feel her orgasm building again, the tremors in her legs and the way she gripped the bedhead tightly. Shreya’s hand was a blur between her legs, her fingers working her clit with a mesmerizing urgency.
Girish’s hips moved faster, his strokes growing more erratic as he watched her on the edge of release. The head of his cock hit her G-spot with every thrust, sending shockwaves through her body. She was close, so close, and he knew he couldn’t hold back much longer.
With a final, desperate moan, she cum. Her body bucked against him, her pussy contracting in powerful spasms. Girish felt the orgasm wash over her, the tightness of her muscles around his cock almost painful in its intensity. He knew he had to pull out, had to finish on her.
But the sensation was too much. With a groan, he lost control, his cock pulsing as he spurted hot cum onto her back and breasts. Shreya collapsed onto the bed, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her climax. Girish leaned over her, his chest heaving.
His cock was still twitching with the last remnants of his release. He reached out, his hand tracing the line of cum that had painted her back. The sight of her sprawled out before him. Her body was covered in a sheen of sweat, and their combined pleasure was too much to handle.
He knew he had to finish to complete the act that had consumed them both. With a groan, he pulled out of her, his cock still hard and sensitive. The sight of her pussy, pink and swollen from his attentions, made him ache to dive back in. But he had other plans.
They stumbled to the bathroom, their bodies sticky with sweat and desire. Girish turned on the shower, the sound of the water hitting the tiles like a symphony in their ears. The steam began to fill the room, creating a warm, wet cocoon around them.
Shreya stepped into the shower, her curves glistening in the light. Girish couldn’t help but follow, his eyes drinking in the sight of her wet skin. They stepped under the spray together, the water cascading down their bodies, washing away the evidence of their passion.
Girish reached for the soap, his hands gliding over her body, creating a lather that clung to her skin like a lover’s touch. Shreya leaned into him, her breasts pressing against his chest as he washed her. Her head tilted back, allowing the water to run through her hair and down her neck.
Girish took the opportunity to kiss her, his mouth tracing the line of her jaw, down her throat, and across her collarbones. She moaned into his mouth, her body responding to his touch despite the exhaustion from their earlier encounter.
Her hands found his cock again, her grip firm and sure. Girish’s eyes closed in pleasure. She began to stroke him, her movements slow and deliberate. He could feel himself growing hard again, his body eager for more of her touch. With a wicked smile, she dropped to her knees.
The water splashed around her as she took him in her mouth once more. Shreya’s tongue swirled around his shaft, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin. She took him deep, her throat tight around the base of his cock. Girish’s hands found her head.
His fingers tangled in her wet hair as he guided her movements. She sucked him hard, her mouth moving in a steady rhythm that had him groaning with pleasure. The warmth of her mouth was like a balm. Her tongue danced over his length in a way that made him feel like he was the only man in the world.
He watched her, the water cascading down her face, mixing with the saliva that coated his cock. Her eyes were closed, lost in the act of pleasing him. Girish could feel his climax building. The pressure in his balls grew with each wet suck of her mouth.
His hips began to move, his need taking over as he thrust into her mouth. Shreya took it all, her throat working around him, her hands gripping his ass, urging him deeper.
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