Edna With Shalini After A Hard Time – Part 1

I shed my clothes across the bathroom floor en route to the shower. While I lathered, it was impossible not to think of the times I’d showered with shalini, occasions when our lust for one another had fueled starkly erotic encounters. I missed her so much. I needed her touch, her desire, her love.

My craving for those things was a gnawing hunger, making me restless and edgy. I had no idea how I was supposed to fall asleep when I didn’t know when I’d get a chance to talk to shalini again.

Wrapping a towel around me, I left the bathroom— shalini stood just inside my closed bedroom door. The sight of her spurred a reaction so abrupt it was like a physical blow. My breath caught and my heart lurched into an excited rhythm, my entire being responding to the sight of her with a potent rush of yearning. It felt like years since I’d last been with her, instead of a mere hour.

My chest expanded on a deep breath, my body responding to the proximity of her. Even though she stood several feet away, I could feel the heady attraction, the magnetic pull of being near the other half of my soul. It’d been that way with us from the very first meeting, both of us inexorably drawn together. We’d mistaken our ferocious mutual captivation for lust until we realized we couldn’t breathe without each other.

“It’s killing me,” she said gruffly. “Being without you. Missing you. I feel like my fucking sanity depends on you, Blessy, and you want me to be happy about that?” My tongue darted out to wet my dry lips and she growled, sending a shiver through me. “Well … I’m happy about it.”

Tilting my head to the angle she wanted, shalini took my mouth with searing possession, tasting me with slow, deep licks. Her passion and hunger exploded across my senses, and I whimpered, my hands tangling in her sweatshirt. Her answering groan vibrated through me, tightening my nipples and sending goose bumps racing across my skin. I melted into her, my hands pushing the cap from her head so that my fingers could sink into the silky black mane of her hair.

I fell into the kiss, swept away by the lush carnality of it. A sob escaped me. She rubbed the tip of her nose against me, her hands sliding reverently along my bare arms—hands with proverbial blood on them, which only made me love her touch all the more. “Thank you,” I whispered. Her eyes closed. “God, when you left tonight … I didn’t know if you’d come back … if I’d lost you—”

“I need you, too, Blessy.” “I won’t apologize. I’d do it again.” Her grip tightened on me.

“Touch me.” The words were an order, but her tone was a plea. “I am.” Reaching behind her, she grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand around.

She thrust her boobs shamelessly into my palm, grinding. My fingers curled around the thick, heavy boobs, my pulse quickening at the realization that she was commando beneath her sweats. “God,” I breathed. “You make me so hot.” Her light brown eyes were fierce on my face; her cheeks flushed and her sculpted lips parted.

She never tried to hide the effect I had on her, never pretended that she had any more control over her response to me than I had to her. It made her dominance in the bedroom all the more exciting, knowing that she was similarly as helpless to the attraction between us. My chest tightened. I still couldn’t believe that she was mine, that I got to see her this way, so open and hungry and sexy as hell … Shalini tugged my towel open….

She inhaled sharply when it hit the floor and I stood before her completely naked. “Ah, Blessy.” Her voice throbbed with emotion, making my eyes sting.

She yanked her shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside.

Then she reached for me, stepping carefully into me, prolonging the moment when our bare skin would touch. She gripped my hips, her fingers flexing restlessly, her breathing quick and harsh. The tips of my breasts touched her first, sending a sudden rush of sensation through my body. I gasped. She crushed me to her with a growl, lifting my feet from the floor and carrying me backward toward the bed.

My thys hit the mattress and I landed on my butt, falling to my back with shalini leaning over me. She hitched me up with an arm banded around my back, centering me on the bed before she settled atop me. Her mouth was on my breast before I knew it, her lips soft and warm, the suction fast and greedy.

She plumped the heavy weight in her hand, kneading I’ve missed you,” she groaned. Her skin was hot against my cool flesh, her weight so welcome after the long nights without her.

I hooked my legs around her calves and shoved my hands beneath her waistband to grip her taut, soft big ass. I tugged her into me, arching my hips to feel her pussy through the cotton that separated us. Wanting her finger inside me, so that I’d know for certain she was mine again. “Say it,” I coaxed, needing the words she swore were inadequate.

She pushed up and looked down at me, gently brushing my hair back from my forehead. She swallowed hard. Rearing, I caught her beautifully etched mouth in a kiss. “I’ll say it first: I love you.” she closed her eyes and quivered. Wrapping her arms around me, shalu squeezed so tight I almost couldn’t breathe.

Lifting my head, I took her mouth, our kiss flavored with the salt of my tears. My lips moved desperately over her, as if she’d be gone at any second and I had no time to get my fill of her. “Blessy. Let me …” she cupped my face, licking deep into my mouth. “Let me love you.” “Please,” I whispered, my fingers linking behind her neck to capture her. She lay hot and heavy against the lips of my sex, the weight of her the perfect pressure on my throbbing clit. “Don’t stop.” “Never. I can’t.”

Her hand cupped my buttock, lifting me into a deft roll of her hips. I gasped as the pleasure radiated through me, my nipples beading hard and tight against her breast. The light dusting of crisp hair was an unbearable stimulation. My core ached, begging for the hard-driving thrust of her pussy.

My nails raked her back from shoulder to hips. She arched into the rough caress with a low growl, her head thrown back in deliciously erotic abandon. “Again,” she ordered gruffly, her face flushed and lips parted.

Surging upward, I sank my teeth into her pectoral, just over her heart. Shalini hissed, quivering, and took it. I couldn’t contain the ferocious swell of emotion that needed release—the love and need, the anger and fear. And the pain. God, the pain. I still felt it keenly. I wanted to tear into her. To punish as well as pleasure. To make her experience some small measure of what I had when he’d pushed me away.

My tongue stroked over the slight indentations left by my teeth and her hips rocked into me, her finger sliding through the parted lips of my sex. “My turn,” she whispered darkly.

Leaning on one arm, she squeezed my breast in her other hand. Her head lowered and her lips surrounded the taut point of my nipple. Her mouth was scorching hot, her tongue a rough velvet lash against my tender flesh. When her teeth bit into the furled tip, I cried out, my body jerking as sharp need arrowed to my core.

I clutched at her hair, too impassioned to be gentle. My legs wrapped around her, tightening, echoing my need to claim her. Possess her. Make her mine again. “Shalini,” I moaned. My temples were wet from the trails of my tears, my throat tight and hurting. “I’m here, blessy,” she breathed, nibbling across my cleavage to my other breast.

Her diabolical fingers tugged at the wet nipple she’d left behind, pinching it gently until I pushed up and into her hand. “Don’t fight me. Let me love you.” I realized then that I was pulling at her hair, trying to urge her away even as I fought to get closer.

Shalini had me under siege, seducing me with her stunning female perfection and intimate expertise with my body. And I was surrendering. My breasts were heavy, my sex wet and swollen. My hands roamed restlessly as my legs caged her.

Still, she slipped farther away from me, her mouth whispering temptation across my stomach. Missed you so much … need you … have to have you … I felt a hot wetness slide over my skin and looked down to see that she was crying, too, her gorgeous face ravaged by the same surfeit of emotion flooding me.

With shaking fingers, I touched her cheek, trying to smooth away the wetness that only returned the instant it was wiped away. He nuzzled into my touch with a soft, plaintive moan, and I couldn’t bear it. Her pain was harder for me to deal with than my own. “I love you,” I told her.

“Blessy.” she took my mouth in a rough, lust-fueled kiss. Lifting me, she moved, turning us so that her back was to the headboard and I was spread over her. Our flesh slid against each other, slickened by sweat.

Her hands were everywhere, her perfect body straining upward as mine had done. I cupped her face, licking fast into her mouth, trying to satisfy my thirst for her.

She reached between my legs, her fingers delving reverently into my cleft. The roughened pads stroked over my clit and skirted the trembling opening to my sex. With my lips pressed to her, I moaned, my hips circling.

Her fingered me leisurely, building my need, her kiss gentling into a slow, deep fucking of my mouth. I couldn’t breathe for the pleasure, my entire body quivering as he cupped me in her hand and her long middle finger slid lazily into me.

Her palm rubbed against my clit, her fingertip stroking over delicate tissues. Her other hand gripped my hip, holding me in place, restraining me……

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