It's late-night for them by the time everyone left. Sri Ram and Raya were taken by Raghuram and Rama Krishna. After he changed Rama Krishna, Raghuram and Harish Chandra became natural enemies. they all want Laya and her children's attention to them. And these three of them want benefits. They have their few banter to get their attention. And as the saying goes... the strong one wins. The ones who could win Laya could have Raya and Sri Ram. But in their banter, Rahul suffered many cold, and alone nights along with cold showers.
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"They left," he whispered into her ears.
"hmm..."she answered as she snuggled closer to him.
"kids?" he asked.
"They went with dad," she replied.
"So, we are alone?" he asked as he placed a hand on her waist.
"Hmm.. yes," she nodded sleepily. After the hectic day, finally, she got time to sleep. But can she with Rahul?
Nope.
He turned off the lights and closed the bedroom door and immediately pounced on her.
He hovered over her and ripped her nightgown shocking her. Her screams were muffled by his kiss. His hands exposed her naked body. His eyes watched her glory in the night light with anticipation, and eagerness. She was a beautiful present, which he wants to open every night and explore the gift and feel her naked touch against his naked self. He wants to keep her to himself and doesn't want to give her to anyone.
While Laya... she saw his deep dark eyes reflect his soul made her feel drunk, as the sleep already committed suicide. His touch burned her naked soul making her shiver under him. Six and half years of their marriage life didn't make any change in the passion they had for each other.
His eyes drank the luster of her naked beauty, making her body heat up under his gaze. As he looked at her, he slowly moved closer to her and kissed her hard, stealing the air from her lungs. Her lungs burned for oxygen equally how her body craved for his touch. Breaking the kiss, his lips moved to the corner of her lips, to her jaw, and then her neck. Her chest moved up and down as she tried to breathe normally, touching his naked chest making him bite her most sensitive area between her shoulder and neck, making her gasp. Sitting up straight on his knees, he ran his rough finger between the valley of her breasts, turning her into a quivering mess under his heated gaze and exotic touch.
His fingers carefully yet painfully avoided touching her hard nipples, which were screaming for his attention. He teased her soft flesh with his fingers, while he drew some random patterns in the valley between her breasts making her back arch for him.
Slowly, he peeled his fingers from the valley of breasts to her stomach. She sucked a deep breath when his finger touched at the end of her ribcage and the start of her stomach. A pit formed in her stomach as she held her breath making him want to replace his rough fingers with his wet, slippery tongue.
Removing his finger, he placed his lips on the very spot making her let out a small moan, which felt like music to his ears. He kissed her sensitive spot and then licked it making her clutch a fistful of bedsheets. She loosened her hands when his lips moved down to her belly button. Kissing his way towards her south, he found her honey pot.
Dipping his lips along with his fingers, he felt safe heaven to bury them. And she welcomed him with much craving pleasure and danced to his tune. Her moans reverberated in the silent walls and echoed like repeated music to his ears. As they were both drowned in the silvery moon rays that fell on them through the wide window, they were immersed in the pool of passion making the night more erotic than usual.
As they dipped in the pool of passion, she started reaching the depths with his every stroke as he dived in her continuously. Her body quivered with waves of passion. As she reached the bottom of the pool, the more she quivered. And with a loud cry, she came screaming. She stained his face with the waves of passion that were created by his magical tongue and fingers. Like a black hole that appeared out of nowhere, he licked her clean and tidy.
She laid limp, with her eyes rolled back to her skull under him in a daze. Before she came to her senses, he hovered over her and kissed her making her taste herself. Breaking the kiss, he sat on her. He parted her legs and wrapped them around his waist as he positioned himself at her core. He could feel the wetness that dripped from her core. Without an announcement, he dived inside her dragging her from the pool of passion to the ocean of passion. Introducing her what the real passion would be with a real man like him.
And it's a night, Their souls intertwined with each other in sensuous serendipity in a smoldering ecstasy as their hearts were drunk with the love and lust they had for each other. Just like how waves were never-ending, their pleasure has no end. In the end, she was marked by him on every inch of her skin, with little evidence. And his wide and broad back… was painted with her scratches like a seashore which get wetter with every new falling wave, while leaving some sea treasures.
When they were done, he cuddled with her and slept with a blanket covering their naked souls.
Laya felt happy for Rahul's presence in his life. She felt like she was in heaven. One thing she knew was… Rahul was her home. Her children are part of their own.
Rahul…. Was her home, love, life, happiness, and HER TRUE SOUL MATE.
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THE END!!!