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As if waiting for this perfect moment, Aryan immediately pressed his lips against Disha's, engaging in a passionate kiss as if his entire life depended on it. Disha responded with equal enthusiasm, reciprocating the intensity of Aryan's kiss.
Aryan started biting Disha's lips, and when Disha gasped, Aryan promptly inserted his tongue into her mouth. Disha, enjoying the intimacy, tightened her grip on Aryan's shoulder and engaged in a deeper kiss. Moaning between the kiss, Disha felt like she was losing herself completely in the intimate moment.
Aryan, continues the kiss, and slowly moved his hand from Disha's neck down to her shoulder and continued till he reached her breasts and squeezed it gently. Disha tightly closed her eyes, maintaining the same intensity, and while kissing Aryan, she bit his upper lip.
Aryan and Disha were both losing themselves in the moment. Aryan slowly moved his hand towards Disha's back and, in one swift motion, opened the zip of her dress. Disha's dress began to fall from her shoulders, and she quickly caught it above her chest.
Slowly breaking the kiss, Aryan lifted Disha in his arms and gently laid her on the bed. He then switched off the light from the side table, allowing Disha to feel comfortable. However, the room remained softly lit by the moonlight filtering in through the full-length glass window, creating an intimate ambiance where they could still see each other.
Aryan hovered over Disha, initiating a slow and passionate kiss. The intensity of the kiss grew, causing Disha's hands to release their grip on her dress. Continuing the kiss without interruption, Aryan gradually undressed Disha, letting her dress fall to the floor. In a matter of moments, Disha remained clad only in her innerwear.
Aryan, kissing his way down from Disha's lips to her jawline, began to kiss softly on her neck. Disha was experiencing a range of sensations, and she dug her nails into Aryan's back in response.
Aryan, with a deliberate intent, began to gently bit Disha, leaving a trail of love bites that adorned her entire neck. Marking his territory, he descended towards her breast, showering them with kisses over her bra.
As Aryan's lips brushed against Disha's breast, a gentle shiver traveled down her spine, each tender touch leaving an ethereal trail of romance in its wake. Aryan, with a gentle touch, moved his hand towards Disha's back and skillfully unhooked her bra, tossing it aside.
As he continued further Aryan placed his lips on her nipple, sucking and biting it passionately, causing Disha to become completely enraptured and lost in the moment.
Aryan devoted equal attention to both of Disha's breast, kissing and kneading them. Gradually, he shifted his focus, moving towards her stomach, he explored each part with delicate kisses.
Disha let out a soft moan, uttering Aryan's name.
In response to Disha's moan, Aryan, fueled by desire and passion, continued to explore, and moved lower, placing kisses on Disha's inner thigh.
Disha clutched the bedsheet tightly with one hand, a tangible expression of the intensity of the moment. Simultaneously, her other hand remained firmly planted on Aryan's shoulder, nails pressing into his skin, as if trying to anchor herself amidst the rising waves of sensation.
Aryan began to gently place soft kisses between her legs over her panty, sending shivers down her spine and Disha could feel the warmth of his lips on her core, tighten her grip on his shoulder taking time to savor each intimate touch.
Aryan gradually took off her panty and discarded it on the floor. Disha promptly covered her face with both hands. Aryan softly called Disha's name, and Disha slowly removed her hands from her face, though her eyes remained closed.
Aryan looked at Disha and spoke in a soft voice, "Disha, if you want, we can stop now."
Disha opened her eyes slowly, and with a subtle movement of her neck, she conveyed a quiet affirmation while meeting Aryan's gaze. In that moment, their silent communication expressed consent and understanding.
Aryan quickly positioned himself between Disha's legs, and he delicately brushed his lips against her core, causing Disha to let out a moan.
Then he began to slowly place soft kisses on her folds, and said, "Disha, you're so wet and juicy."
Upon hearing Aryan's words Disha felt embarrassed and closed her eyes, and placed her hand on the back of Aryan's head, urging him to go deeper. Disha was experiencing such sensations for the first time, and her entire body was tingling with newfound feelings.
Aryan increased the pace of his kisses, and while doing so, he let his tongue touch Disha's folds. The touch drove Disha wild, and she started moaning loudly.
Aryan started licking her folds with his tongue, prompting Disha to lose control over her body and she said, "Aryan, please don't stop."
Continuing the kisses between her legs, Aryan said, "Say my name, Disha."
Disha, with her finger nails digging into Aryan's shoulder, pleaded, "Aryan, please."
Aryan intensified the pace of licking, simultaneously moving his hands toward her breast, where he began to gently knead her nipples. Disha's eyes rolled back as the intensity reached its peak, She felt an overwhelming surge of pleasure that radiated through her entire body. She trembled, her breaths becoming erratic, and for a fleeting moment, the world around her blurred as waves of ecstasy washed over her. And in that moment what she experienced exceeded her own imagination.
Disha closed her eyes as her heartbeat raced, and a pronounced weakness set in her knees. Aryan stood up from the bed and covered her with a duvet, and then sat beside her.
After the intimate moment, Disha's face had turned completely red with shyness, and she still had her eyes closed. Aryan, leaning in, planted a passionate kiss on her lips. Slowly, Disha opened her eyes.
Aryan, looking at Disha, smirked and said, "You taste very good." As he said this, Aryan deliberately licked his lips with a teasing smirk.
Overwhelmed with shyness, Disha, taking care of the duvet around her, settled into a seated position on the bed. She embraced Aryan tightly, seeking comfort, and hid her face in his chest.
Aryan gently kissed her hair and attempted to shift her from his chest, wanting to see her face clearly.
Disha, maintaining her position with her face nestled against Aryan's chest, displayed no intention of moving. Aryan, finding amusement in her actions, chuckled and playfully teased, "What happened, Disha? Don't want me to see your face? Alright, I won't tease you again. Look at me."
Disha didn't budge from her position, shook her head slightly.
Aryan gently moved Disha away from his body, creating some distance to have a clear view of her face. In a soft voice, he called Disha's name. Disha, who had been looking downward, gradually shifted her gaze towards Aryan, and their eyes met in a silent exchange.
Aryan very gently asked, "What's wrong, Disha?"
Disha, lacking extensive knowledge about physical relation, was finding it challenging to comprehend the sensations her body had just experienced.
Seeing Disha lost in thought, Aryan asked again, "What happened, Disha? Are you okay?"
Disha looked at him and said, "Don't tease me Aryan, or I might start crying."
Aryan genuinely found it amusing and, suppressing his laughter, said, "Okay, I won't tease you. Disha, now tell me what's the problem?"
Disha was unsure of how to express herself, so she said, "Aryan, this was my first time, and I don't know...
Before Disha could finish her sentence, Aryan quickly asked, "Was this your first time?"
Disha innocently nodded in confirmation.
Aryan, upon savoring Disha's revelation, felt an overwhelming sense of joy that lifted him to the moon. Acting on pure instinct, he pulled Disha into a passionate kiss. Aryan's hand delicately held the nape of Disha's neck, guiding her into a deep and intimate connection. Disha, swept away by the same intensity, reciprocated with fervor.
Their lips danced in a sweet rhythm, each kiss echoing a symphony of emotions. Aryan's touch was tender yet filled with desire, and Disha responded with the same longing. In this enchanting moment, they continued their kiss, losing track of time, until their shared breaths became a testament to the breathless union of their souls.
As they broke the kiss and gasped for catching their breath. Aryan delicately pressed his forehead against Disha's and whispered, "I want to be your first and last. Can we give this marriage a chance, Disha, like a real married couple?"
Disha was overwhelmed with emotions, and she wanted to salvage this relationship. However, there were lingering questions in her mind. So, she asked, "Aryan, will you ever be able to love me wholeheartedly?"
Aryan remained silent for a while, and Disha began to feel that he might not have an answer to her question. Gently moving her forehead away from Aryan's, Disha looked into his eyes. For the first time, she saw tears in Aryan's eyes.
Aryan's voice wavered as he spoke, "I don't know, Disha, if I will ever be able to love you wholeheartedly but I've found myself drawn to you. You've become a part of my life, and now, the thought of being without you is unbearable. If loving you is what it takes to be by your side, then I'm willing to learn and embrace that feeling. Your presence has become an essential part of my life, and I want to navigate this journey with you, even if it means discovering love along the way."
With a tender touch, Disha placed a kiss on Aryan's cheek where a teardrop had fallen. Gazing into his eyes, she expressed, "Aryan, I, too, want to give this relationship a chance wholeheartedly and with unwavering trust, believing that you will never shatter my heart or faith."
Aryan kissed Disha, conveying his response through the language of a kiss.