Chapter 1- a spark of desire
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Content warnings - My stories includes mature content🔞 like sexual violence, bdsm,etc. Read only if you're comfortable.
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"You rest, let me go," Aarvi said, a hint of breathlessness in her voice, as she turned to leave the bedroom. However, Aditya, his eyes filled with playful desire, pulled her close, his strong arms encircling her waist, and effortlessly lifted her into his arms.
Looking down at Aarvi, whose cheeks were already flushed, he said, his voice a low murmur, "I need a shower too. And I think it would be much more enjoyable with company. Let's shower together today." With that, he picked her up, adjusting her weight comfortably against him, and carried her towards the en-suite bathroom.
Holding Aarvi securely, ensuring she wouldn't slip, Aditya entered the modern, glass-walled bathroom. The steam from a previous shower still lingered in the air, creating a sensual atmosphere. He gently set her down, her feet barely touching the cool tiles, leaving her completely bare. The soft light from the recessed ceiling lights illuminated her skin.
They stood naked, the silence broken only by the gentle hum of the ventilation fan. Aarvi, overcome with shyness, stood before him, her embarrassment evident on her face as she avoided his gaze. Noticing her bashfulness, a tender smile playing on his lips, Aditya reached out and turned on the shower. The water pressure was strong, a deliberate choice he'd made when they'd renovated the house, wanting a powerful, massaging spray.
The water poured down, cascading over Aarvi's exposed body, the warmth instantly enveloping her. Startled by the sudden rush of water, a small gasp escaping her lips, she closed her eyes and instinctively embraced Aditya, seeking comfort and reassurance.
Aditya held her close, his arms a protective shield around her. He gently moved her wet hair from her back, exposing the delicate curve of her neck, and placed his lips on her shoulder, nuzzling softly. Aarvi shivered at his touch, a mixture of pleasure and anticipation coursing through her.
She attempted to pull away slightly, a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, but he stopped her, his grip firm yet gentle, drawing her close against his bare body. He wanted her to feel safe, desired, and completely comfortable.
The heat radiating from their bodies filled the bathroom, the steam intensifying, their excitement palpable, a tangible energy that crackled between them.
Aarvi, gazing into his passionate eyes, eyes that held a depth of love and longing, began to step back, a silent question in her gaze. But Aditya followed, closing the distance, his movements deliberate and sensual.
Soon, Aarvi's naked back was pressed against the cool, smooth surface of the tiled wall, the contrast against her heated skin sending another shiver through her. Aditya stood directly in front of her, his body a warm and solid presence. Their legs almost touched as he leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear.
The water from the shower drenched them both, plastering their hair to their heads and accentuating their figures, the droplets clinging to their skin like tiny diamonds.
Looking into her eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation, he placed his hand on her bare waist, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through her. He pulled her closer, so that their bodies were flush against each other, and began to kiss her neck, his lips soft and persuasive.
This ignited a response in Aarvi, a spark of desire that flared within her. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the moment, and placed her hands on Aditya's bare back, her fingers tentatively exploring the muscles beneath his skin. As he left his marks on her neck, small love bites that would fade by morning, she reciprocated, her nails tracing light lines on his back, a silent language of passion.
Her lips and eyelashes trembled, betraying her heightened state of arousal, as Aditya's desire intensified, his breathing becoming ragged.
He looked at her, his eyes dark with need, and, brushing his lips against her ear, whispered, his voice husky with barely contained passion, "Aarvi, I'm hard!"
Aarvi simply nodded, her eyes still closed, a small, almost imperceptible movement, but enough for him to see. This caused him to pause and consider, his desire warring with his concern for her.
'Is she truly ready? Or is she just caught up in the moment? What if I proceed now? Will she be able to handle it? She seems so timid sometimes, especially when it comes to this. Besides, she was sore last night after our hike. I shouldn't initiate anything if she's not completely comfortable; I might hurt her.' The thought of causing her any pain was unbearable.
As he began to pull away, a wave of disappointment washing over him, Aarvi, sensing his hesitation and understanding his concern, took his hand and guided it to her waist, her touch both hesitant and inviting, saying, her voice barely a whisper, "Aarvi...do it! I can't resist..."
Impatience flickered in Aarvi's eyes, betraying her carefully constructed composure. Her voice, usually crisp and articulate, was now thick with undisguised desire, a husky invitation that hung in the air.
Aditya recognised her eagerness, the raw, untamed longing that mirrored his own. A matching desire stirred within him, a potent force threatening to overwhelm his carefully constructed barriers. Mindful of Aarvi's well-being, however, and the potential consequences of succumbing to their mutual passion in that moment, he fought to maintain control. Hearing her breathless words, he cautioned her, his voice a low rumble against the rising tide of their shared desire.
"Aarvi, you won't be able to handle me here, not right now..." he murmured, the unspoken implications hanging heavy between them, a promise and a warning intertwined.
"Please... don't tease me and then just walk away. I want you, I want this..." she purred, her voice a silken caress that wrapped around him, each word laced with a sensual promise that chipped away at his resolve until it crumbled entirely.
He framed Aarvi's face with his hands, his thumbs tracing the delicate curve of her cheekbones, and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was slow, deliberate, a tantalising exploration of taste and texture. He savoured their sweetness for a long, drawn-out moment, drawing out the anticipation until it became almost unbearable.
Aditya was already aroused by the sight of Aarvi's glistening skin, the soft sheen of perspiration highlighting the delicate hollows of her throat and the swell of her breasts beneath her silk blouse. He brushed her hair back from her face, the strands like liquid silk against his fingers, and trailed kisses down her neck, each touch sending shivers of delight through her.
Kissing her collarbone, lingering on the delicate curve of her neck where her pulse fluttered wildly, he moved his hand to her breast. He cupped them both, gently squeezing, feeling the soft weight in his palm, which made Aarvi bite her lip, a silent testament to the pleasure he was inflicting.
Moving his lips lower, through her cleavage, he teased her nipples between his index and middle fingers, circling them lightly until they hardened into sensitive peaks.
Soon, he latched onto them, suckling like a ravenous infant, his mouth hot and demanding against her skin. He alternated between gentle nibbles and fervent pulls, each action designed to drive her closer to the edge.
This elicited a soft moan from Aarvi, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure that vibrated through her entire being. "Ahmn... Aditya," she breathed, biting her lip, her eyes half-closed in ecstasy.
Understanding her pleasure, the way her body responded to his touch, Aditya continued to nurse at her left breast while gently caressing the other in his hand, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin, building the tension higher and higher.
Aarvi sighed and leaned back against the wall, arching her back to give him better access, relishing the sensation of Aditya's mouth on her. She smiled secretly, a small, satisfied curve of her lips, and, stroking his hair, murmured,
"My darling... they're all yours. Suck on them as much as you like..." Her breathing was ragged, her words a breathless invitation to indulge in her pleasure.
Up until now, Aditya's touch had been gentle, almost reverent, but Aarvi's words ignited a spark of mischief in him, a desire to push her boundaries and explore the depths of her passion. He smirked, a predatory gleam in his eyes, cupping both breasts in his hands, and began to kiss and suckle with renewed intensity, his grip firmer, his touch more demanding.
Aarvi gasped, startled by the change in pace, the sudden surge of sensation almost overwhelming, and her breath hitched in her throat.
As Aditya's kisses grew more fervent, his tongue dancing across her skin, she looked at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of pleasure and apprehension, teasing his lips with her finger, and whispered, "Darling, a little slower... I'm not prepared..."
Aarvi's breathing was laboured, her chest rising and falling rapidly, and she grew increasingly restless, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Aditya met her gaze, his eyes dark with desire, and, caressing her cheeks, murmured,
"Soon, you'll carry my child." This made her blush, a delicate flush spreading across her cheeks, betraying her innermost thoughts.
She lowered her eyes shyly, unable to meet his intense gaze. Aditya smiled, a knowing curve of his lips, and, brushing his lips against her ear, asked, his voice a husky whisper, "Shall we begin the process?"
A flutter of anticipation filled Aarvi's stomach, a mixture of excitement and nervousness that made her heart pound in her chest.
She could only bite her lip, her gaze fixed on the floor, her body trembling with suppressed desire.
Aditya had achieved his aim, igniting a fire within her that threatened to consume them both. He kissed her soft cheeks, his touch gentle and reassuring, and, holding her waist, knelt down before her, his eyes never leaving hers.
He kissed her waist, his focus now shifting to her most intimate place, the source of her pleasure and his own. He placed one of her legs on his shoulder, exposing her fully to his gaze, and, after a moment of gentle exploration, began to lick her intimately, his tongue a skilled instrument of pleasure.
This was enough to unleash a torrent of sweet moans from Aarvi, a symphony of sounds that echoed through the room as she clutched at his hair, her fingers digging into his scalp. "Anhm... ah... anha..."
Aarvi repeated the same sounds, each one more desperate and abandoned than the last, each one intoxicating Aditya further, driving him to the brink of madness.
Soon, his kisses became more insistent, his tongue delving deeper, and he devoured her as if there were no tomorrow, lost in the intoxicating taste and scent of her. Aarvi began to pant, her body arching and twisting in his arms, experiencing a strange, exquisite pain that she never wanted to end!
Aarvi was consumed by a fervent passion, her senses heightened and her inhibitions melting away. Aditya, sensing her escalating desire, continued his playful teasing, arousing her further with each stolen touch and whispered word. His fingers danced lightly across her skin, sending shivers down her spine. As he slowly lowered his lips, his breath warm against her abdomen, Aarvi's anticipation reached a fever pitch. He trailed kisses downwards, closer and closer to her navel, prolonging the exquisite torment.
Unable to bear the delicious torture any longer, Aarvi pleaded, her voice thick with lust and desperation. "Aditya... please, no more teasing," she gasped, her body trembling with need. "Just fuck me..." The raw urgency in her voice was a testament to the intensity of her desire, a plea for release from the exquisite tension that had coiled so tightly within her.
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To be continued.....
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