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"I want to feel more, Maan..." Siya whispered, her voice barely there, ragged from the ministrations of his mouth on her bare skin. But it landed like a spark against dry fuel.

Everything inside Abhimanyu snapped again.

His eyes opened, locking onto hers for a brief second...dark, stormy depths reflecting the hunger mirroring her own...before he leaned down slowly this time... deliberately... letting the moment stretch between them like a taut wire ready to vibrate.

His lips brushed against the swell of her breast, feather-light now through the fabric, but no less intense for the restraint. The cotton barrier rasped softly against her sensitive skin, the heat of his breath seeping through, warm and teasing.

Siya's reaction...that soft gasp, a shaky inhale that hitched in her throat...settled somewhere deep inside him, making it harder to stop than it already was. Her nipple, still perked from his previous assault, tightened further under the gentle pressure, the pebbled texture visible even through the thin gown.

She arched subtly, her fingers flexing in his hair, not pulling but cradling, urging without demand. The room's humid air thickened around them, the rain's steady patter syncing with her quickening pulse, visible in the flutter at her throat.

Abhimanyu lingered there, lips parting to let his tongue flick out...just the tip...tracing the outline of her areola through the fabric in lazy, deliberate circles. The wet spot bloomed instantly, darkening the already dark fabric, molding it transparently to her curves. He felt the rapid thump of her heart beneath, a frantic drum against his mouth, and hummed low, the vibration rumbling through her breast to her core.

"Like this?" he murmured against her skin, voice a gravelly whisper that vibrated against her skin over the cloth. His one hand stayed steady on her ribs, thumbs stroking the undersides of her breasts in slow, building heat without rushing.

Siya's thighs clenched, the slick ache in her pussy intensifying with every teasing pass, her panties now a wet mess clinging against her swollen clit. "Y-yes," she breathed, sweet sass melting into needy plea, her free hand sliding up and down his back, nails grazing the taut muscles. The fabric of his sweatpants tented visibly, his cock throbbing with each restrained heartbeat, pre-cum dampening the front as he savored her unravelling.

He shifted his weight, pressing one thick thigh between her legs to pin her more firmly against the bed, the rough seam of his sweatpants grinding slowly against her mound. Not thrusting...yet...just a deliberate rock, letting her feel the unyielding length of him through layers.

His mouth grew bolder by degrees... lips closing around her nipple over the gown, sucking with a gentle pull that tugged at her entire breast, the suction pulling a wet slurp from the fabric. He released it with a soft pop, only to blow cool air over the soaked peak, watching goosebumps erupt across her chest, her skin flushing deep rose under his gaze.

"Beautiful," he growled softly, eyes flicking up to hers again, holding contact as he peeled the nightgown lower inch by torturous inch, exposing more of her torso to the room's chill.

The fabric whispered down her ribs, catching briefly on the flare of her hips before he tugged it free, letting it pool at the floor. Now fully bare from the waist up, her breasts rose and fell with each panting breath, nipples diamond-hard, begging silently.

"God, look at you," he rasped, voice gravel-rough as his thumbs brushed the undersides of her breasts, lifting their weight. The texture of his callused palms rasped against her soft skin, sending sparks straight to her core. Siya whimpered, her face buried in the pillow, the world narrowing to the heat of his touch...the rain's pound, all fading.

But he didn't rush. Instead, he traced the curve of one with his nose, inhaling deeply...the warm, aroused scent of her skin, laced with the faint earthiness of rain still clinging to her.

Siya whimpered, the sound raw and unfiltered, her hips canting forward against his thigh for friction, the pressure sending sparks up her spine.

"Maan... please," she murmured, fearless edge sharpening her plea, one hand cupping the back of his head to guide him.

He obliged, but on his terms...lips descending again, this time bare skin to bare skin. A slow, open-mouthed kiss to the inner curve of her left breast, tongue lying flat and broad, tasting the clean salt of her. Then teeth...grazing ever so lightly, just enough to sting sweetly...before soothing with a swirl.

His hand mirrored on the right, palm cupping fully, fingers splaying to knead rhythmically, the heel pressing into her nipple with rolling pressure. Every motion deliberate, drawing out her responses... the hitch in her breath, the quiver in her thighs, the way her pussy clenched emptily, juices trickling down her inner thigh to slick his pants.

Time stretched, the storm outside a distant roar as he worshipped. He lavished her other breast next, sucking the nipple deep into the burning sensation of his mouth, tongue flicking relentlessly while his teeth held it captive.

The wet heat enveloped her completely, saliva dripping down her undercurve in warm steam that cooled in the air, heightening every sensation. Siya's world tunneled to this...his patient intensity, the building coil in her gut twisting tighter, her clit pulsing in time with his sucks. No world beyond his mouth, his hands, the unhurried progression that spelt destruction.

Abhimanyu's cock ached fiercely, trapped and leaking, but he relished the control... the gradual submission of her body, the sass crumbling into shivers. He pulled back fractionally, lips hovering a breath from her glistening skin.

"Tell me how it feels," he demanded softly, voice laced with dark command, thumb circling her neglected nipple in tandem with his words. His thigh pressed firmer between hers, rocking once...slow, grinding...drawing a fresh gush of wetness that soaked through to his skin.

"Like... fire," she gasped, eyes half-lidded, sweet vulnerability peeking through her fearless facade.

"Everywhere. Don't stop... make me forget...everything"

He kissed lower, open-mouthed and reverent, tongue dipping into the valley between her breasts, tasting the salt of her skin mixed with water Siya's world blurred...nothing existed but the pull of his mouth, the scrape of his teeth on her ribs, the thunderous pulse in her clit demanding more.

Her knees weakened, but his body pinned her firm, unmovable, his cock grinding against her thigh with each hungry lap.

Only this... his worship of her bare chest, relentless and consuming, building her toward a shattering edge she never wanted to leave.

His hands cupped her breasts fully now, pushing them together as he buried his face between them, inhaling deeply...the warm, feminine musk of her skin, driving him feral.

One nipple back in his mouth, sucking harder, while his thumb flicked the other in quick, merciless circles. Siya's cries grew louder, body arching, every nerve alight as he made good on his promise: full attention, no holding back, erasing everything but the fire he stoked in her veins.

Abhimanyu's mouth worked her breasts with that same deliberate ferocity, each slow suck and swirl of his tongue pulling whimpers from Siya's throat that grew fainter, more ragged.

Her body trembled against his, thighs slick with her own dripping arousal, pussy clenching desperately around nothing as his thigh ground a lazy rhythm between her legs. The musky scent of her need hung thick in the air... nipples swollen, red from his teeth, glistening trails running down her ribs. Her fingers clutched his shoulders weakly now, nails digging half-moons into his skin, breath coming in shallow pants that bordered on exhaustion.

He felt it then... the subtle sag in her arch, the way her head lolled against the pillow, eyes fluttering heavy-lidded. Sweat beaded on her forehead, her skin flushed from neck to navel. Powerful as he was, even he knew the edge of too much. With a final, lingering pull on her right nipple...tongue lashing the peak one last time, drawing a broken moan... he released her, the wet smack of his lips echoing softly.

Siya sagged against him, chest heaving, breasts aching beautifully from his attention.

"Maan..." she murmured, voice hoarse and spent, sweet plea laced with lingering hunger.

"Shh, jaan," he rumbled, voice low and commanding yet tender, scooping her up effortlessly in his arms. Her naked upper body pressed to his bare chest, nipples dragging against the rough skin with delicious friction that made her hiss.

But he wasn't done tending to her... not by half, but needed to stop. His eyes raked over her form, cock straining painfully against his pants, a dark wet spot blooming from his pre-cum.

"You're tired now.....let's rest", he said, thumb brushing a stray hair from her damp forehead, then trailing down to circle one abused nipple lightly, making her jolt.

Siya's pussy throbbed at his words, clit pulsing visibly through her soaked panties as she watched him, full glory of his muscled torso... tattoos glistening, abs flexing with each breath. He kicked off his pants next, his cock springing free: thick, long, veined, the fat head flushed purple and leaking steadily. The sight made fresh slick gush from her, staining the sheets.

He lifted her, cradling her against his naked chest carefully and gently... her bare breasts squishing soft against his hard pecs, nipples trapped in the heat... as he carried her toward the tiny attached bathroom. The door swung open with a nudge from his shoulder, revealing a cracked sink, a rusted showerhead dribbling lukewarm water. No tub, but it would do. He set her on the edge of the sink, her ass cool against the porcelain, legs dangling in nothing but drenched panties.

Water sputtered to life under his hand, steam rising quickly in the confined space. Abhimanyu cupped handfuls, letting it cascade first over her breasts... warm stream sliding down her chest, washing away saliva and sweat in shiny paths that made her gasp.

"Fuck, that's-" she started, but he silenced her with his mouth, a deep but gentle, claiming kiss while his hands worked... soaping a rough cloth, lathering her skin with slow, thorough strokes.

The cloth rasped over her nipples first, circles turning to pinches that had her arching, pussy clenching as suds foamed white against her dusky skin. He knelt between her spread thighs... his cock bobbing heavy, brushing her calf with scorching heat... and washed lower, cloth dragging deliberately over her inner thighs, teasing the edge of her panties.

"These are ruined," he growled, fingers hooking the waistband, looked at her for permission, she nodded her head with a smile, he started peeling them down inch by inch. The fabric clung wetly to her shaved pussy, labia puffy and glistening, clit peeking swollen from its hood. Abhimanyu took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a brief second. A string of her arousal connected the panties to her slit as they came free, snapping wetly when he tossed them aside.

Siya moaned into his mouth, hips bucking as the cloth finally met her core... gentle at first, wiping her slick folds with agonising care, the texture scraping her clit just enough to spark white-hot pleasure. Water poured over them both now, soaking his hair, streaming, tracing his cock's length, making it glisten like polished glass.

"Maan... Please. I want your hand," Siya whimpered into his mouth.

He dropped the cloth, hands taking over: fingers parting her lips, thumb circling her clit in firm, unhurried loops while two thick digits teased her entrance, dipping in shallowly to coat themselves in her cream.

"Maan... oh god," she cried, hands fisting his wet hair, breasts heaving as orgasms danced just out of reach. The steam enveloped them, water pattering on tile, her pussy squelching around his probing fingers. His fingers stretched to her limit.

He pumped them slowly deeper, curling to hit that spongy spot inside, thumb relentless on her clit... intense.

"Not yet," he rasped against her lips, free hand kneading her breast, pinching the nipple hard.

"Gonna make you come on my cock later... but now...just rest, Malyshka." He finger-fucked her through her building peak, deliberate and deep, until she shattered... walls clamping his digits, squirting clear fluid that mixed with the shower spray, cries echoing off the tiles.

Only then did he rinse her fully, kissing every inch as he dried her with an old towel... lingering on her pussy, blowing cool air on her oversensitive clit to make her twitch. Back to the bed, her body limp and sated in his arms, cock still raging untouched. The night was young, and her exhaustion? Just fuel for what came next.

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