A Honeymoon to Remember – Part 2 (Lady in a Bridal Attire)

So, in the last part, you read about our journey for the honeymoon trip. We settled at the cottage and its captive environment.

Read this part, and imagine yourself being in my place. Hoping you guys will appreciate my feelings and mail me.

Let us begin. As I stepped inside, the climate of the room immediately set the tone for the evening. It was clear that the cottage was designed for lovers—prepared with every romantic detail in mind.

Rose petals scattered across the bed, the scent of jasmine and sandalwood in the air, candles lining the windowsills, and soft, inviting beds adorned with silky sheets. The sound of soft music—all designed to enhance the experience that was about to unfold.

The perfect setting for what we had planned—a night of unbridled passion and discovery. I paused, standing at the door. I saw Ammu sitting at the centre of the bed, her presence commanding my attention. I looked at Ammu, a vision of pure temptation that sent a shiver of desire down my spine.

She looked breathtaking—the embodiment of beauty. She was dressed in a vibrant red sari, the fabric clinging seductively to her petite frame. Shimmering like liquid fire in the dim light of the room. Every movement of hers caused the sari to ripple.

The folds nestled between her blouse revealed just enough of her breast to ignite my imagination. The sari hugged her curves, each fold drawing attention to the swell of her hips and the tantalizing dip of her slender waist.

Her blouse is a deep, lustrous red. It is strapless, revealing the smooth, creamy expanse of her shoulders and the elegant curve of her neck. The tightness of the blouse accentuated her curves. The fabric pressed against her skin, accentuating the outline of her bra, a glimpse of the softness it held within.

The folds of the sari were tucked just beneath the blouse. The swell of her boobs and deep navel were both revealed and concealed, igniting a fire of need within me. The soft light outlined her body. My gaze lingered on Ammu. Her wrists were adorned with delicate gold bangles.

They were mesmerizing as they moved, the gentle curve of her wrists an intoxicating sight. Her dark hair was gathered into a loose bun. A few stray strands escaped to frame and caress her face. Framing her features in a way that made her look like a goddess of passion with an effortless allure.

The light touch of makeup she wore enhanced her natural beauty and allure. The kajal outlined her deep, inviting eyes, making them even more captivating. The small bindi adorning her forehead added a touch of divine sensuality. She stood there, a vision of a newlywed Indian bride, traditional.

Yet there was nothing innocent about the way she stood there, her eyes dark with desire, her lips curving in a sultry smile that promised untold pleasures. She was waiting for me, welcoming me into a world where she was both my temptation and reward.

She was everything I had ever dreamed of, a perfect blend of love and sensuality. The kind of erotic allure that could make time stand still. Once inside, I closed the door, locking out the world. Every step I took toward her was filled with the electric thrill of expectation.

My body thrumming with the need to touch her and feel her beneath my hands. Her eyes never left mine—a silent invitation to lose myself in the ecstasy that awaited us. The air between us was thick with anticipation. A palpable tension that made my skin tingle with the promise of what would come.

I approached her. The scent of her perfume—erotic and alluring—wrapped around me, pulling me deeper into her web of desire. The warmth of her body radiated toward me. Her presence was a burning flame that I was irresistibly drawn to.

The world around us seemed to fade, leaving only the two of us in this intimate moment. The night stretched out before us. An endless canvas on which we would paint our passion, our every touch, every kiss. At that moment, nothing else existed but only two of us.

Caught in the heat of our desire, ready to explore the depths of our passion in a night that would be etched into our souls forever. Her breath hitched as I drew closer, the scent of jasmine and sandalwood mingling with the air between us. My fingers brushed against her arm, feeling the warmth of her skin.

I could sense the electricity between us, a spark that promised an evening of passion and shared ecstasy. I held her hand, brought her to the edge, and then pushed her toward myself. She stood and turned to face me, her eyes dark with desire and a small, teasing smile playing on her lips.

“Do you like it?” she asked, her voice soft and seductive as she ran her hands down her sari, smoothing the fabric over her hips. “I love it,” I replied, my voice hoarse with need. “You look incredible, Ammu.”

She smiled, pleased by my reaction, and moved closer. Her fingers trailed along my chest, sending shivers down my spine. “Then why don’t you show me how much you love it?” she whispered, her breath warm against my skin. I didn’t need any more encouragement.

My hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer until our bodies were pressed together. I could feel the heat of her through the layers of her sari and the softness of her curves against me. My lips found hers in a slow, sensual kiss, tasting the sweetness of her lips.

Slowly, my tongue moved to her mouth, enjoying the moment. Ammu responded with equal passion, her hands tangling in my hair as she deepened the kiss, her body arching into mine. The kiss was filled with hunger, a need that had been building all day.

I knew that neither of us could hold back much longer. With deliberate slowness, I began to undress her. Wanting to prolong the anticipation and make her feel every moment of this. I started with the sari. My fingers deftly undid the pleats.

Let the fabric fall to the floor in a shimmering pool around her feet. The sight of her standing there in just the blouse and petticoat. The red of the fabric contrasted beautifully with her smooth, caramel skin made my breath catch in my throat.

I kissed her again. My hands roamed over her body, feeling the smoothness of her skin beneath the soft fabric. The petticoat was the next to go, the drawstring easily undone. It allowed the garment to slide down her legs, leaving her in just the blouse, the red strapless bra, and the red panty underneath.

Ammu’s chest rose and fell with quickened breath. Her eyes locked onto mine as I reached for the blouse. I took one blindfold and tied it to her eye. She stood before me, her eyes covered with a silk blindfold. Her breath came in shallow gasps as she surrendered herself to the unknown.

She became nervous, and I went near her and pressed her boobs above her blouse. Then, I took my time, unbuttoning it slowly and letting my fingers brush against her skin with each movement. When the last button was undone, I slid the blouse off her shoulders.

Revealing the hard, bouncy boobs, yet incredibly sexy, strapless bra that held her breasts in place. Her boobs were flying out. It was pressed into a half-open blouse, and her bra made it pop out. Her lips parted slightly, quivering with anticipation and need.

I pressed a kiss against her trembling mouth, my lips trailing down to her neck. My hands moved to the bra, my fingers finding the clasp at the back and undoing it with practised ease. The bra slipped off, exposing more than half of her breasts to me.

I can see her nipples are already hard with arousal. I leaned in, taking one of her nipples into my mouth and sucking gently as my hand cupped the other breast, my thumb brushing over the sensitive peak. And did the same with another boob.

Ammu moaned softly, her hands clutching at my shoulders as she arched into my touch. The sound of her pleasure was intoxicating, driving me to explore her body further. I kissed my way down her stomach. My hands slid to her waist over her ass cheek, pushing her closer to the edge of the bed.

I laid her down gently. My lips continued their journey lower, kissing and teasing her pantyline skin as I went. She was forcing my head with her hand. I want her to die in ecstasy. Her body responded instantly. Her hands instinctively reached up to press my head closer, but I had other plans.

I left her waist and took her handcuff. She was unaware of what I was doing because of a blindfold. With a smooth motion, I took both of her wrists and secured them with soft cuffs. The cool metal was a stark contrast to the heat radiating from her skin.

I wanted to heighten every sensation, to push her to the edge and hold her there. I started to kiss her, each touch deliberate and slow, as I moved down her body. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. Her nipples hardened beneath the light fabric of her clothing.

I lavished attention on every inch of her exposed breast. She tried to press my head against her chest to direct my movements. But the cuffs held her back, leaving her helpless to do anything but feel. Her moans grew louder, her voice echoing in the room.

She writhed beneath me, her body alive with sensation. I wanted to hear her moan, but not too loudly. I wanted her to feel the pleasure and experience it deeply without breaking the moment. I grabbed a dildo and gently placed it in her mouth, muffling her cries as I continued my exploration.

Her moans turned into muffled whimpers. The vibration of her sounds adds a new layer of intensity to the moment. I could feel her body tensing and her hips lifting from the bed as she struggled to cope with the overwhelming sensations of pleasure.

Moving down to her chest, I removed the remaining two buttons of her blouse. Her blouse falls to the sides, leaving her open bra. I removed her bra slowly with my teeth from her skin, exposing her boobs fully. I nipped at the flesh of her soft boobs.

They were tight and moving up and down with each breath. Her body arched toward me, a silent plea for more. I kissed one boob and had my tongue play over it while, with the tip of my finger, I moved around her other nipple. I played with her both boobs again.

I could easily see her pants soaking with wetness. I put multiple bites over her boobs, making them red and tooth marks easily visible, leaving delicate marks that would serve as a reminder of this night. She was trying to push my head and moan but was unable to do so.

She was trying to push my head and moan but was unable to do so. She was dying in ecstasy. After working on her boobs, I made my way down to her navel. My tongue circled the sensitive area of her navel, teasing her. Before I bit down lightly, marking her with the imprint of my teeth.

Her body responded instantly, convulsing in pleasure as she gasped around the dildo, her moans becoming more frantic. Craving something new, I reached for a bottle of wine. Whenever she didn’t find me touching her, she became excited and nervous.

What was going to happen as she was blindfolded? As I uncorked it, her cheek flushed red, a mix of curiosity and desire flickering across her face. I poured a slow, tantalizing stream of the cool liquid onto her navel. Watching as it trickled down her skin, pooling in the dip of her stomach.

Leaning in, I pressed my lips to her navel. My tongue swirled through the wine, tasting the sweet and tangy taste mixed with the warmth of her skin. Each lick was slow and deliberate. Sending shivers down her spine that made her body arch toward me, a silent plea for more.

At the same time, my hands moved to her boobs, kneading them gently. But firmly, feeling the softness beneath my fingertips. The contrast between the cool wine on her belly and the warmth of my hands on her chest created a delicious tension in her body.

Her breath came in short, ragged gasps. I worked her body into a state of heightened sensitivity. She began to shiver beneath me, her body moving in an ecstatic, almost animalistic way, like a hungry lizard desperate for food.

Her hips lifted off the bed, her back arched. Her chest heaved as she surrendered completely to the sensations I was creating. My mouth never left her navel. The taste of wine and skin was intoxicating. I continued to lick, each movement of my tongue sending ripples of pleasure through her.

Her moans grew louder but muffled due to the dildo in her mouth, filling the room with the sound of her pleasure. Her body twisted and turned beneath me. I drove her higher and higher, every touch, every lick, a step closer to ecstasy.

My hands slid down to her waistline, fingers tracing the delicate gold chain that rested above her panty line. The cool metal contrasted with the heat of her skin. I moved lower. My lips followed the path of my fingers, kissing each inch of her waist, feeling the way she shivered beneath me.

She was trembling with ecstasy; her body was lost in the sensations. She was moving her legs and pressing my head over her groin with her thigh. I thought to tie it. Finally, I secured her legs, binding her completely to the bed. She was unable to move as I continued to explore her body with my mouth and hands.

Every kiss and every bite were deliberate, designed to bring her closer and closer to the climax. She moves beneath me, her muffled cries filling the room. She surrenders to the waves of pleasure washing over her. Her body was like a fish out of water, desperate for release.

I continued, drawing out every moment, every sensation, until she was lost in a sea of ecstasy. Her entire body trembled with the force of her pleasure. Her breathing became more ragged. Her hips shifted as I reached the final barrier—her panty.

The delicate lace was already damp with her arousal, a clear sign of how much she wanted this and wanted me. I removed her blindfold to show how much of a horny bitch she is. She saw her wet panty and became shy. Her cheeks became red with shyness.

I looked up at her, our eyes locked. I slowly slid her panties down her legs, little by little, the soft fabric brushing against her skin. I revealed her natural form and moved it to rest near her knee. Her legs were bound, adding a thrilling sense of anticipation.

Her hands were cuffed, ensuring she could fully surrender to the pleasure I intended to give her, leaving her completely at my mercy. With her groin exposed, the soft, smooth skin was revealed to me. Every inch of her body was a masterpiece of beauty and sensuality.

The sight of her exposed groin was a feast for my eyes. Every inch of her smooth, clean-shaven pussy was glowing in candlelight. I wanted to worship her as a goddess of passion tonight, to explore and taste every part of her with tenderness and emotion.

I am ending this part here and hoping you bitch and horny men there stroking themselves. Keep reading and enjoying every moment. Don’t forget to message or mail me. Thank you.