Embarking on Intimacy: My True Journey – Part 3

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Continued from previous.

With each breath, I felt myself surrendering to the intense sensations flooding my body.

“More,” I gasped, my voice trembling with desire. “I… crave… it’s harder…”

He responded boldly as if hearing my plea, stealing my breath away. His teeth grazed lightly, igniting an intense wave of pleasure that consumed me whole. Each nibble was like a spark, fueling the fire of passion within me. With a hunger that mirrored my own, he closed his lips around it.

His tongue teasing and enticing with a maddening rhythm. I arched my back, lost in the ecstasy of his touch, my body trembling with anticipation.

“Oh, yes… right there,” I moaned, my fingers tangling in.

Each movement sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me, leaving me breathless and wanting more.

“Arjun,” I gasped, the name falling from my lips like a whispered prayer.

He pushed me to the brink of ecstasy, his touch igniting a fire within me that threatened to consume us both.

“More…,” I pleaded, my voice a seductive whisper, a desperate plea for him to take me higher.

Then, he lifted his head, his eyes dark with desire as he met my gaze. As I caught my breath, I couldn’t help but ask, “What happened?”

With a mischievous smile, he replied, “I’ll show you.”

He lifted me effortlessly, carrying me to the bed as if I weighed nothing. I guided him to my bedroom. As he lowered me onto the soft sheets, his gaze locked with mine.

After that, he took off his T-shirt, staring into my eyes, slowly taking off his pants and stepping into them, showing me the ridge of his erection clearly outlined through his underwear. With precision, he took off the last barrier between us.

He revealed himself bared to my sight, standing before me completely naked. His erect dick stood proudly, a testament to the passion that burned between us. With a confident yet tender touch, he retrieved a condom from the discarded jeans on the floor.

He was an expert at rolling the condom onto himself. I shivered a bit with a magical mix of excitement and desire edging through my veins. At that moment, I felt a deep connection to him, a shared desire to explore the depths of pleasure together.

He joined me on the bed. I didn’t know that I was about to embark on a journey of ecstasy unlike any other. He approached me with a confident stride, his eyes dark with desire, sending shivers down my spine. With a gentle touch, he parted my legs, and I eagerly complied with his action.

As he hovers above me, his presence is both commanding and reassuring. I feel the heat radiating from his body, warming me inside out. With deliberate movements, he positions himself between my legs. I inhale sharply as I feel the detailed hardness of him pressing against my core.

His hands, large and capable, roam my body with purpose, igniting sparks of pleasure wherever they touch. I arch my back, offering myself entirely to him, my skin tingling with anticipation. As he leans down to capture my lips in a hot kiss, I melt beneath him, lost in the intensity of our connection.

Our tongues dance in a passionate frenzy, each movement igniting a wildfire of desire within me. With a slow and steady rhythm, he moves, his hips rocking against mine. I moan softly, my nails digging into his back as I urge him on.

With each thrust, I feel myself opening up to him, my body eagerly welcoming his intrusion.

“Arjun,” I whisper, my voice filled with longing and need. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he whispers, his voice raw with emotion.

Each time he thrust into me, I felt it deeply. It was like a wave of pleasure washing over me, making me shiver with delight. With every movement, I could feel him filling me up.

As the thrusts intensified, my nails dug into his back. I moaned loudly, the sound echoing in the room. With each thrust, I plead with him, my voice raw with desperation.

“More… please, I need more,” I gasp, my nails digging into his back as I cling to him, urging him to take me to new heights of pleasure.

“Arjun,” I moan, my voice breathless with desire. “Harder, please, harder.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice softly and filled with excitement.

“Yes,” I whisper, my voice barely above a whisper but stubborn.

“I want to feel you, all of you,” I said again.

He freezes momentarily, his eyes locking onto mine with a mix of surprise.

“I have an idea,” he says, his voice husky with anticipation. “Let’s try this.”

Curious, I watch as he reaches for a couple of pillows near my head, strategically placing themgically beneath me by putting pillows under my butt. With a swift movement, he pulls me close, wrapping my legs around his back. His hand in my wait.

“Arjun,” I gasped, my voice filled with pleasure and surprise. “Oh, that feels amazing,” I felt deeper.

“Yes, Yes,” I cry out, my voice a symphony of pleasure and longing.

With each thrust, I feel myself surrendering most deliciously.

My fingers clutch at the sheets now; my eyes close involuntarily. Every movement, every thrust sends shivers down my spine, igniting a fire that rages out of control, leaving me gasping for breath and yearning for more. My head tilts back, my lips instinctively biting down as pleasure washes over me.

“Just like that,” I moan as I feel the intensity building within me.

“Don’t stop,” I plead as he continues to move with relentless passion.

As each second passes, his thrusts grow faster and harder. I’m consumed by the sensation of him inside me, his hardness driving me to the brink of ecstasy with each powerful stroke.

I surrender to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through my veins. My body shakes with suspense, every nerve ending on fire with need. Now, my hand trails down his chest, fingers tracing the contours of his muscles, feeling the rhythmic rise and fall with each breath he takes.

“Yes,” I gasp, my voice a breathless plea. “More, I need more.”

“You’re… you’re perfect,” I begin, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

As I continue my trails over his chest, his movements become more urgent, more passionate, driven by an unquenchable hunger for him.

“It’s… it’s perfect. Just… just right.” I gasp. “Harder,” I plead, my voice hoarse with need. “Faster… please, Faster…”

Our bodies move in perfect harmony, rising and falling together in a symphony of pleasure. He met my request with a hungry growl, his movements becoming more urgent, more intense.

He chuckled softly, the sound sending shivers down my spine. “Let go, let me take you higher,” he whispered. I nodded eagerly, my desire burning bright as I surrendered myself entirely to him.

“Oh, yes, right there,” I gasped, my voice hitching with pleasure, each word a desperate plea for more of his touch, more of his passion.

I feel incredible. I cried out, the ecstasy of our connection overwhelming me as I surrendered myself entirely to the moment, lost in the intoxicating sensation of his love.

With each push, my body shook like never before. I was overwhelmed by the feeling; every part of me was excited. “More,” I begged. “Faster, please, Faster.” He moved faster, with urgency in his actions as he neared climax.

With his final push, he collapsed on top of me, our bodies entwined in the aftermath of our shared passion. I could feel his weight pressing me into the mattress. His warmth enveloped me like a comforting embrace.

“Arjun,” I whispered, my voice barely above a breath as I revelled in the intimacy of our connection.

He kissed my forehead tenderly, his lips lingering against my skin. And then, gently, he rolled to the side, pulling me into his arms as we lay facing each other. We lay there together for a moment, catching our breath and basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking.

“You were amazing,” he said with a smile, his eyes filled with admiration. I blushed at his compliment, feeling a warmth spread through me. He reached out and gently brushed my hair back. “Seriously,” he insisted, “you were incredible.”

I began to play with his balls, enjoying the intimacy of our shared moment. His breath hitched at my touch, a first instinct. “I’ll remove the condom,” he said, his voice husky with need.

He then returned with the removed condom as he washed himself. He dried it with a towel in my room. When he returned to bed, I pulled him close, craving the feel of his body against mine.

As I tentatively reached down, my fingers brushed against his balls. I felt warmth in my palm. With a gentle pull, I prompted a soft gasp from him, his hips instinctively shifting closer.

“Mmm, that feels good,” he murmured, his voice low with desire.

Encouraged by his response, I applied a bit more pressure, squeezing them carefully between my fingers. His breath hitched, and he arched his back slightly, a silent plea for more.

“Yes, just like that,” he whispered, his eyes locked on mine, filled with longing.

I continued to stroke them, following the curve of his with a downward angle.

“You know exactly what you’re doing,” he groaned, his voice husky with need.

Next, I rolled them in my hands, savouring the way they felt beneath my touch.

“God, you’re driving me wild,” he confessed, his fingers twisting in the sheets.

Finally, I tapped a playful rhythm with my fingers, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of my lips. He chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with joy.

“You’re great,” he teased, his tone affectionate.

With a slow and deliberate motion, I took his tool into my mouth, savouring his taste and texture of him. I made him lie on the bed. I continued to move with purpose, alternating between gentle suction and teasing flicks of my tongue. His reactions were immediate—a string of curses and moans tumbling from his lips.

I felt him growing harder beneath my touch. I continued. I playfully teased him by lightly biting, which made him gasp and wriggle with pleasure. As things heated up, wholly lost in the moment, eventually, it reached its peak. He climaxed in my mouth.

I tasted him, feeling satisfied and connected to him in that intimate moment. I gently pulled away, a sense of joy washing over me as I went to the bathroom to freshen up. Under the warm water, I felt an incredible sense of pleasure, unlike anything I’d felt before.

It was a beautiful feeling, making me feel alive and cherished. With him, everything was different. His touch and kisses all felt so special, as if he knew how to make me happy. I’d had moments of pleasure in the past, but being with him was the best I’d ever experienced.

He made me feel things I never thought possible. Standing there with him, I felt lucky to have found someone who could bring me so much joy. It was a moment I’d never forget and will always treasure. I thought that I would never find someone else who would please me differently.

And I was wrong. He was already there. Yet, I didn’t believe that he would be the one for me. Mahesh joined my team as a manager and started working with me as my boss; I did not like him at all. He may have come across as too professional, detached, or surly.

As I gained more experience working with him, I began to notice different sides of him, which I hadn’t seen until then. Nonetheless, as time elapsed and I examined his personality very closely, I began to see him through a different lens.

I unconsciously built up the warmth and love in my heart for him. Finally, it was his sincerity and genuineness that won my heart. I did not expect him to become my special one.

Wait for how we ended in action.

To be continued.

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