The morning sunlight streamed softly through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. I stirred awake, slowly becoming aware of the comforting warmth pressed against my back. Devyansh's strong arms were wrapped around me, his chest flush against my back, and his breath was a steady rhythm that tickled the back of my neck.
I smiled to myself, feeling safe and content in his embrace. His hand rested just inches away from my breasts, and I could feel the heat of his body against mine, the thin sheet the only barrier between our naked skin. I was about to turn around to face him when, suddenly, his hand moved, gently cupping my breast.
A soft moan escaped my lips before I could stop it, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I quickly brought my hand to my lips, trying to stifle the sound, but Devyansh had already noticed. He chuckled softly against my ear, his breath warm as his hand continued to massage my breast, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin.
"Devyansh, stop....," I whispered, my voice a mixture of protest and longing. But he didn't listen. Instead,
his lips found my neck, pressing soft, lingering kisses along the curve of my throat. Each kiss was a slow, deliberate act, making it harder and harder for me to think clearly.
"Stop? Are you sure that's what you want?" he murmured against my skin, his voice low and teasing as his hand squeezed my breast a little firmer, his thumb brushing over my nipple. I shivered at the sensation, biting my lip to keep another moan from slipping out.
I tried to protest again, but the words caught in my throat as he turned my face towards him. His eyes were dark with desire, filled with that familiar intensity that always made me weak. Before I could say anything, his lips were on mine, capturing them in a deep. consuming kiss that left me breathless.
His tongue slipped past my lips, tangling with mine in a slow, deliberate dance. The kiss was intense, his mouth moving against mine with a hunger that left me dizzy. His saliva mixed with mine, the kiss deepening as he pressed closer, his body flush against mine. I could feel the hard length of his arousal pressing against my ass, the heat of it seeping through the thin sheet and into my skin.
The sensation made my heart race, and I couldn't stop the soft whimper that escaped me. My body responded to him instantly, arching back into him as his hand continued to play with my breast, his thumb circling my nipple in a way that made my whole body tingle.
He broke the kiss just long enough to whisper against my lips, "You feel so good, Ananya... so perfect in my arms." His words were thick with desire, each one sending a thrill through me that made it impossible to resist him.
I knew I should tell him to stop, to slow down, but every time I tried, his lips found mine again, silencing my protests with another deep, breath-stealing kiss. The feeling of his body pressed against mine, his hand on my breast, and the way he was devouring me with each kiss-it was all too much, too intense. I could feel my resolve crumbling, my body melting into his as I gave in to the pleasure.
Devyansh's hand slid down from my breast, tracing a slow, deliberate path over my stomach before dipping lower, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin between my legs. The teasing touch made me gasp, my body arching back into him even more, desperate for his touch.
I felt completely overwhelmed, lost in the sensations he was creating. His kisses were making me breathless, his touch driving me wild, and the feel of his hard member pressing against me only heightened the intensity. I couldn't think, couldn't speak-all I could do was feel.
And that's exactly what he wanted. "Just relax, jaan... let me take care of you, he whispered, his lips trailing down to kiss along my collarbone as his hand continued to explore. I could feel the tension building inside me, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter with each passing moment.
I was completely at his mercy, lost in the waves of pleasure that he was creating. The morning had started with such tender simplicity, but now it was a whirlwind of sensations, of need and desire that I couldn't escape.
As the intense moment between us slowly eased, Devyansh's hand stilled, and he held me close, his breath warm against my neck. He could sense that I was still a bit sore from the night before, and instead of pushing further, he simply kissed my shoulder gently, his touch now soft and reassuring.
"I know you're still sore from last night," he murmured, his voice filled with understanding and a touch of concern. "I won't do anything more. Let's get you freshened up."
With that, he carefully pulled the sheet away, revealing our bare bodies, and then lifted me effortlessly into his arms. I squealed softly in surprise, but he just smiled, carrying me towards the bathroom with a tender care that made my heart swell.
"Devyansh, I can do it myself," I protested, my voice shy as I tried to wiggle out of his arms. "You should go out."
But he just chuckled, his grip on me firm yet gentle as he set me down inside the bathroom. "Why should I go out? I've seen everything already, remember?" he teased, his tone light but his eyes filled with affection.
His words made my cheeks flush, and I bit my lip, feeling the shyness creep over me. Last night had been a whirlwind of passion, and in the heat of the moment, I had let go of all my inhibitions. But now, in the soft light of morning, everything felt different. The reality of standing naked in front of him in the clear daylight made me feel exposed and a little vulnerable.
"Devyansh, please," I said, my voice softening as I looked up at him with a babyface, trying to convince him to give me some privacy. "It's different now… last night was the heat of the moment, and it was dark. But now, it's morning, and… I'm shy."
He looked at me for a moment, his expression softening as he saw the sincerity in my eyes. He let out a small, understanding sigh, then smiled warmly. "You're too adorable, you know that?" he said, brushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear. "Okay, okay… I'll give you your space."
With one last lingering look, he finally relented, stepping back towards the door. "But don't take too long," he added with a playful wink, his tone teasing as he turned and left the bathroom, closing the door gently behind him.
As soon as he was gone, I let out a small breath of relief, my heart still fluttering from the earlier intensity. The warmth of his presence lingered in the room, but now I had a moment to myself, to process everything that had happened.
I stood in front of the mirror, catching sight of the blush still coloring my cheeks, and smiled softly to myself. There was something so comforting about the way he understood me, the way he respected my boundaries even after such an intimate night. It made me feel even closer to him, knowing that he cared so deeply.
With that thought, I turned on the water and began to freshen up, letting the cool droplets wash away the remnants of the night before. The memories were still fresh in my mind, but now, with the morning light streaming in, I felt a sense of peace and contentment that was hard to describe.
Once I was done, I wrapped myself in a soft towel, feeling a little more composed and ready to face the day—and Devyansh—once again.