Page 52 of That Same Old Love

She looked at his face as she tried to catch her breath and maintain her calm. She was both excited and nervous about finally touching him the way she wanted to for a long time. But she needed him to want her too. Not just with his body, but in his mind.

“I can leave… or I can stay. It’s up to you,” she said finally.

He didn’t reply.

“You can touch me some other time Samrat. I really need this,” she insisted softly, looking at him with a silent question.

When he didn’t reply again, she felt the disappointment hit her and she slowly got down the bed and stood next to him.

She had tried, and she lost. And she didn’t want to beg a man to be with her.

She was about to leave his room when she heard him.

“No. Don’t leave,” he said gruffly.

She turned and looked at him.

“Are you sure?” she asked him with a slight challenge in her voice even as she felt uncertain herself.

“Yes. Touch me. Put your hands… and mouth on me,” he counterchallenged. He was still a little put out that his lust won.

She smiled at him and climbed back on top of the bed. And this time, instead of sitting on top of him, she put a knee on bed and knelt beside him.

She paused for a few seconds as felt all her previous boldness slowly disappearing. She had never touched a guy that way before. She didn’t know if she would even be good at it.

She turned towards the night lamp, thinking that maybe if she turned off the lights, she could get bolder.

“Don’t turn off the light. I want to watch you,” he said huskily.

Oh shit. Well, better make it very good for him then, she thought as she slowly began to lower her head while watching him, and then kissed him there.

He almost reared off the bed at the first touch.

She continued kissing him in small pecks. And then, closing her eyes, she licked him, and then sucked him. She kept repeating it until his eyes rolled over and he groaned out loudly.

His hips began to move to aid her, but after some time he stilled. “Wait. Not like this. Take me into you,” he demanded hoarsely.

She released him from her mouth and slowly sat on his upper thighs.

He watched her as she tore open a wrapper and slowly rolled a condom on him. He groaned at the sight of her slowly lowering her body on top of him, with her eyes closed and her head thrown back.

She was fully aroused, but there was still some discomfort while accommodating him. It had been many years since she last had sex, and she had even given birth to a baby since then. But when she took him completely inside her body, she had to stop, and stay still, while her body adjusted to his size. Panting shakily, she opened her eyes. Their loud breaths were the only sounds in the room.

He was watching her and the moment their eyes met, both of them felt a jolt.

Something shifted between them, and they both recognized it.

They were joined together in the most intimate way possible, but they still stared at each other in shock as though they were wondering how they ended up in the current position. All of their past interactions over the years leading up to this moment flashed through their minds, overwhelming them.

She shook her head slightly to get rid of those confusing thoughts and feelings, and focused on the current moment.

“You are so deep,” she said in a shaky moan, feeling the tingles begin inside her.

“Not deep enough,” he said and thrust up, making them both groan out in pleasure.

Watching him, she slowly began to ride him, and then steadily increased the pace. She could feel the sparks shooting up from her core, and her body tightening with a pressure. Tiny bundles of nerves she didn’t know she had, started quivering within her.

She wanted to be on the top, and have control of the situation, to enjoy her new found sexuality without any reservations. She could move over him at her own pace and could touch him however she liked.

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