Lust Turning Into Love – Part 3

Kindly read the previous part to immerse yourself in the scenario of our pure and endless love. Understand the steps that led us to this moment. We have meticulously crafted a sensual and inviting atmosphere for our endless journey of passion.

So, let’s pick up right where we left off. We sat on the couch, and I smiled slightly and dove in again. My tongue was actively mingling with her tongue, and it made her smile. She bit my lower lip at one point, and I jumped and backed up to look at her in surprise.

I know, she was burning. She was burning with hunger. A need that no one but one strong man could pound her deep and satisfy. “What was that? Did you like it?” she asked coquettishly. I did not answer. My hand touched her arm, looking down at her silently.

She gripped the back of the couch, her voice a breathy plea. “Oh darling, show me your love! I love you, and if I am to live the rest of my days with only you as my sustenance, I’ll accept it with joy and contentment.” Please let me know a man’s love! and I… I know I’ve fallen for you! I want You in charge of every step of my life.”

My hand travelled down to circle her waist. Then I drew her close to me. Her eyes were about to overflow. Her mouth quivered with tremors. Her heart was so very light and pulsing with thrills. She couldn’t even speak. I looked at her, her eyes dark and rich, searching for her sweet blue ones.

In them, I read a pleading, a desperate, silent plea to keep going. Her eyes overflowed with raw need and intense desire, and I couldn’t resist. I leaned in closer, our breaths mingling. Let my hands explore her body with a renewed, intense, and passionate feeling.

Every touch, every caress was a promise of the pleasure yet to come. She shook with intense feeling beneath my fingers, her body responding to my touch. I felt a surge of power and connection that drove me to push deeper into our shared ecstasy.

I met her mouth again while my hands strayed down to her waist. She wrapped her arms around my neck, feeling indescribably satisfied. She pressed herself against my body. My desire surged, and I caught her head again, kissing her with a passion that left us both breathless.

My hands grasped her upper arms masterfully, pulling her even closer. She moaned into my mouth, already lost in the excitement that radiated between us. Her body shook against mine, each touch, each kiss fueling the fire of our mutual longing.

She felt honoured by each eager brush of my lips. Her breath hitched as my lips traced a delicate path along her neck. Each kiss was a promise of the passion to come. My hands, gentle yet firm, caressed her back, sending shivers down her spine. I stopped kissing for a while and wanted to make it long-lasting.

“I can feel your heart racing,” I murmured against her skin, my voice a low rumble of desire. I could sense her anticipation growing. “I’m losing control, and I’m not going to be able to stop if we keep doing this,” I gasped, my voice heavy with desire. “I just want you so badly!”

Her eyes met mine, pupils dilated with excitement and vulnerability. “I know. I want it too badly. I want you to continue,” she confessed, her voice trembling with longing. “I’ve wanted this for so long.” Resting her forehead against my chest.

My arms enveloped her, providing the comfort she had longed for. With a tenderness that belied the emotion of my desire, I lifted her effortlessly onto the bed. Positioning her at the edge to ensure she was comfortable. The world outside ceased to exist. All that mattered was the erotic connection between us.

I paused for a moment, slowing down to reflect on the intensity of the moment. “I want you to feel everything,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the contours of her body, committing every curve and line to memory. Her response was a soft moan, her body arching towards me, craving more.

“I need you. Now you don’t have to stop,” she breathed. Her voice was a siren’s call that I could no longer resist. Our movements became a dance of desire, bodies entwined in a rhythm as old as time. Each touch and kiss brought us closer to the edge, our connection deepening with every shared breath.

The room was filled with the sounds of our passion, the whispers and urgent gasps creating a symphony of ecstasy. The room was dimly lit, with shadows dancing gently on the walls, creating a cocoon of privacy that seemed to amplify our shared breath.

I shifted my focus entirely to the exquisite lady before me. As the intensity built, our gazes locked, communicating a depth of emotion that words could never capture. At that moment, we were two souls melding into one, lost in the exquisite pleasure of each other’s embrace.

As I moved my hand to her shirt, I could feel the tremor of anticipation My fingers shook as I unbuttoned her shirt, each tiny pop of the buttons echoing louder in the silence. I could see the slight rise and fall of her chest, the subtle flush on her cheeks.

There was a mixture of vulnerability and trust in her gaze. It was both exhilarating and intimidating to be at the centre of such an intimate moment. “Are you sure?” I asked softly, my voice barely more than a whisper, though the question was more for myself than for her.

Her nod was almost imperceptible, but it was enough to reassure me. I continued to open the shirt. The fabric fell away, revealing more than just skin, a deeper connection between us. Slowly, I began to undress her. First, I removed her shirt and then her pants as if unveiling a masterpiece.

Her skin, warm and inviting, tempts me. My lips followed the path my hands had traced, leaving a trail of kisses that ignited a fire within her. My hand, resting on her exposed shoulder, felt a spark of warmth and closeness. The world outside faded away, leaving the two of us in this suspended reality.

Ammu stood in the most revealing lingerie I had ever seen: a white lacy bra and lace covering her shoulder. I could easily distinguish the soft curves of her belly and her lovely navel. Her magnificent round breasts were displayed, hanging in her bra, trying to come out.

I swallowed again and said, “You’re… sexy.” She laughed slightly, but she was more touched. Reaching out, she took my hand and raised it to her breast. “Touch me, darling. I want your hands on me,” she encouraged. She sensed my sudden shyness. After all, this was my first time with her.

I kissed her boobs on top of her bra. It was the size of 44. The skin was smooth and inviting, a soft, creamy expanse that begged to be touched. Every gentle movement she made set them into exciting motion in a subtle way. As if dazed, I caressed her tender boobs, glancing at her to make sure it didn’t hurt.

The whole time, she was on fire. A man’s touch on her body was so strange yet so delicious. Her breasts were not just a physical pleasure but an emotional one as well. They were symbols of her femininity and our intimacy, a part of her that she shared with me in moments of closeness and trust.

I could feel her heartbeat beneath my palms. I was reminded of the deep connection we shared, a connection that transcended the physical and touched the very essence of our beings. I bent close to kiss her, starting gently, then enfolding her in my muscular arms and pulling her tight against my body.

She breathed heavily through her nose while she gripped my upper arms. My lips suddenly raced down her jaw to her neck, and she couldn’t help but start with delight. It felt so sweet, so intimately wonderful. Being kissed on the neck was one of her favourite erotic things, I think.

“You taste sweet, Ammu, so sweet,” I murmured.

“Keep going, darling.” She said.

Almost without thinking, she carefully reached down to touch the tautened front of my shorts. As her fingers met my sensitive manhood, I stiffened and backed up. I held my eyes with hers. “It’s all right,” she reassured me. As I watched, my face flushed a deep scarlet.

She touched me again, her hand moving gently yet sensually over the smooth silk, sending shivers of anticipation through my body. She could feel my heat also that I was quivering.

“Ammu… stop,” I begged. “I don’t want…”

“What?” She said.

I swallowed nervously. “I want to… last long enough to make you feel good.”

A tender smile warmed her eyes. “We are giving to each other. It isn’t about reaching an orgasm. It’s about enjoying every second of the trip together. We’ll relax and go slow and not worry about racing to the finish line. I love you and want to get to know your whole body, and I want you to do the same with mine. All right?” She added.

Letting a long breath out, I nodded.

I led her towards the centre of the bed and sat down, drawing her between my thighs. She placed her hands on my shoulders, gazing down at me with love and desire in her eyes. My eyes reflected the same thing. I pulled her close so I could kiss her exposed breasts over her bra.

She moaned softly and stroked her fingers through my hair. Saying, “Yes, darling, yes,” she encouraged. My blood was rushing through my veins and pumping through my heart like a busted dam. Touching, kissing, and breathing in the scent of this beautiful lady was almost too much for me.

Yet it felt completely right and good. There was no hesitation, no regret holding me back. Instead, I felt freer than ever. My hands roamed across her back. I slowly followed her bra stip, eventually finding the clasp of her bra. I unhooked the lace of her baby doll bra from the back, sliding it off her shoulders.

Her breasts were finally revealed, bouncing free, and sprang forth in full swing. I couldn’t help but stare in shameless admiration. “Wow,” I managed to say, my face flushed and eyes wide. I gazed at those luscious swells of feminine flesh. They were perfect, full, and firm round breasts, with nipples that were erect.

If there’s one part of her body that captivated me most, it was her nipples. I have seen photos of hundreds of breasts. I am aware that nipples come in many styles and variations. But these—hers—were exquisite. I felt incredibly fortunate to gaze upon it.

Her nipples were small, delicate, and enticing, standing erect and begging for attention. The sight of them sent a surge of desire through me, making me feel lucky to witness exactly the kind of beauty that I adored. Her nipples, delicate yet firm, responded instantly to my touch, hardening under my fingers.

Each caress sent waves of pleasure through both of us, amplifying the electric connection we shared. Now, she was only in her thong. With her slim, youthful body, she appeared no older than twenty, even more alluring. I swallowed hard, overwhelmed by the raw intensity of the moment.

Her hands glided over my shoulders, massaging the muscular flesh. Then she bent and kissed me hotly. I gripped her around her bare waist. She looked into my eyes. My heart raced, and my blood surged with anticipation. I gazed at her fully grown breast and nipple. Her eyes filled with desire.

With a slow motion, I leaned down, my lips hovering just above her neck skin. I could feel her breath hitch. I started at her collarbone, planting delicate kisses along its length, each touch sending shivers down her spine. The scent of her skin was intoxicating. A blend of floral and musky sweat heightened my senses.

My lips trailed lower, teasing the sensitive skin between her breasts before finally reaching her nipples. I couldn’t help but remember a moment from my past. My friend had once left a love bite on my sister’s breasts. It was a memory that had intrigued me.

A mixture of raw intimacy and burning passion that now felt incredibly relevant and electrifying. With this in mind, I leaned in closer to her, my lips grazing the sensitive skin of her breast. Her breath caught. I could feel her heart racing beneath my touch.

I kissed her gently at first, savouring the softness of her skin and the way she responded to every caress. Then, with a blend of tenderness and passion, I bit down gently, leaving a love bite on her breast. Her reaction was immediate—a sharp intake of breath, followed by a moan that was part pain, part pleasure.

Her hands gripped my shoulders, pulling me closer, wanting more. Her nipple stood erect, begging for attention. With a mix of hunger and reverence, I took one into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the hardened peak. She gasped, her body arching towards me, craving more. And the pain vanished.

I sucked gently, my tongue flicking over her nipple in rhythmic strokes. Her moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that spurred me on. Emboldened by her response, I switched to her other breast, kissing and licking it before leaving another love bite.

Her body arched beneath me, a symphony of sensations coursing through her. She screamed, the sound echoing with both pain and pleasure, a raw, primal expression of the intensity between us. I pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes. They were dark with arousal and glistening with unshed tears.

“Are you okay?” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion and desire. She nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “Yes,” she managed to say. “It felt so intense, so good.” Her words sent a thrill through me, a mixture of relief and excitement.

I kissed her again, this time more softly. My lips traced the path of the love bites I had left. Her body shivered under my touch, her skin warm and inviting. I slowly moved to the nipple, giving it the same adoration. My hands roamed her body, feeling the heat and softness of her skin.

Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as if she couldn’t get enough. I could feel the wetness of her arousal against my thigh over her thong. Her body was trembling with need. But I was not done yet. I wanted to savour every inch of her, to make her feel the ecstasy that coursed through me.

Leaving her breasts, I moved lower, kissing a trail down her stomach, my tongue dipping into the hollow of her navel. She moaned and squirmed beneath me, her skin sensitive and alive with sensation. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer.

The scent of her arousal filled the air, intoxicating and irresistible. I teased her navel. My tongue flicked in and out, mimicking what was to come. Her hands gripped the sheets, her breath coming in ragged gasps as I continued my journey lower. As I kissed her navel, I paused, looking up at her, her eyes dark with lust.

Her lips parted in a silent plea. I felt a surge of emotion—an overwhelming sense of connection and intimacy. This wasn’t just about physical pleasure. It was about the bond we shared, the trust and vulnerability we had opened to each other.

With a wicked smile, I moved lower, my mouth inching towards the heat between her thighs. But first, I nuzzled her navel once more, my tongue swirling around it, drawing out every last drop of pleasure. Finally, I moved lower, my mouth hovering just above her most intimate spot.

Her eyes met mine, filled with longing and love. “I need you,” she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation. “I need you too,” I replied, my voice thick with emotion. “More than anything.”

With that, I lowered my mouth to her, my tongue exploring her with a mixture of tenderness and urgency. Her body responded immediately, arching towards me, her moans filling the room. The room was filled with the sounds of our passion, the air thick with the scent of sex and desire.

It was a moment of pure ecstasy, a culmination of our desires and emotions, leaving us both breathless. Her body responded to every touch and lick as if we were two parts of a whole, perfectly in sync. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation, each touch and glance heightening the erotic tension between us.

The details of our passion will be explored further in the next part.

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