Page 81 of Mrs. Pandey
Before I could take another step toward the bed, Prashant's arm shot out, his hand grasping my waist. He pulled me against his stone-hard chest, the warmth of his skin radiating through my fingertips as I pressed my palms against him. I felt his muscles flex and tense under my touch.
He wrapped his arms around me completely before burying his face in my breasts. With a swift, practiced movement, he tore my kurta, then my bra. My lower garments and then my panties soon followed, leaving me standing naked in his arms.
"I love how confident you are in your own skin," he murmured, his hands cupping my breasts. "And I love how hard your nipples get with my single touch."
He pinched them lightly between his fingers, a gasp escaping my lips. A soft whimper rose in my throat as he took one of them into his mouth, the suction sending a jolt of pleasure through my entire body.
"Oh God," I cried, squeezing my thighs together as he kissed my breasts tenderly. His mouth felt like heaven.
"They deserve to be worshipped and devoured at the same time," he said, his voice a low growl.
He laid me gently on the bed before coming to lie on top of me. I heard the sound of his zipper before he shed his pants and boxers.
"Oh, wow," I breathed, my voice trembling under his weight and warmth.
His smile deepened, a slow, dangerous curve that made my heartbeat pound in my ears. He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered something so low and sinful that a wave of heat rushed to my cheeks.
In one fluid movement, he pulled me closer, my body melting against his as if I had been made to fit there perfectly. His hands roamed down my back, every touch igniting sparks under my skin, making me burn with desire.
My breath hitched as his mouth found mine, a deep and hungry kiss that left me dizzy. I cupped the back of his head, kissing him back with a fierce passion. I loved the sweet, intoxicating taste of him. The more I kissed him, the more I craved.
I moaned as he squeezed my breasts softly.
The world outside vanished. There was only his warmth, his weight, and the scent of him that wrapped around me like an anchor. The air between us grew heavier, hotter, as he continued to whisper all the things I loved to hear.
I didn't want this moment to end. I didn't want him to let go. I felt I couldn't live without him, always wanting to be held in his arms and under his chest.
I clung to him, my nails pressing into his shoulders, my body moving with his as if we were caught in a rhythm older than time itself.
His gaze locked with mine as he slowly entered me, a small groan escaping his lips.
I bit my lower lip, a sharp gasp escaping me when his entire length was buried inside me. I squeezed his biceps, needing something to hold on to as his thrusts became deeper and harder. I loved how our bodies were molded and fit together so perfectly. His jaw clenched, sweat beading on his temple.
After a few more powerful thrusts, he commanded, "Turn around, ass in the air."
I obeyed without a word, gasping as he squeezed my butt cheeks before entering me again.
"Oh God, Dimples!" I cried out, the pleasure overwhelming me as he throbbed roughly while rubbing me from the front.
He took a fistful of my hair, pulling me back against his chest and kissing me deeply. "Tell me how much you love your husband inside you."
"So much," I whimpered, my eyes rolling back as I became dizzy with so much pleasure. "I'm coming."
"Come," he smirked, thrusting deeper and harder.
"Ah...!" I screamed, but he covered my mouth.
"Come quietly," he whispered, removing his hand and replacing it with his mouth. "You're so fucking beautiful, Ira."
I lay flat on my stomach, breathing heavily on the bed, after an hour.
Prashant lay next to me, both of us sweaty and panting. I felt his fingers slowly tracing a line down my spine.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice full of concern.
"Yes," I said, looking at him. "You were amazing."
"So were you," he grinned.
