ARA’s Pov
“I am a Royal girl, sire. It is not easy to make me cry. But if it is your name, I can do it my whole life.” I spoke, locking my hand around his neck.
“Oh, my innocent bird, you do not know what you are talking about.” He started kissing me, and I replied in the same manner. He sucked on my lower lip. A lick on my lip was a sign he wanted access, and I opened my mouth to give him full access. His tongue started roaming in each corner of my mouth while making not only my body but also my soul catch fire.
His hand started roaming around my body and stopped at my hips. He started pressing my hips towards him, and I was in a different world.
Sometimes he broke the kiss, looking at my struggle to breathe.
He picks me up in bridal style and drops me gently to the bed as his gaze locks with mine while his eyes hold gratitude.
“Thank you so much for coming into my life. Your one smile lit up my entire world. Never go away from me, no matter what the situation is. Promise me.?” He spoke as some unknown emotion was swirling in his eyes, which I could not read.
I hold his face in my palm and say, “Promise!” and lock his lips with mine.
His lips started giving me a feather kiss on my neck, and in no time, he got irritated with my jewellery, and I giggled.
“Wait, let me take them off, I said, saying I got up and started taking them out, and he helped me.
Now all the jewellery was on the side table except some bangles, which I did not want to remove, and my nuptial chain.
He took my scarf, left it on the floor, and gave me a look from up to down. I was only in my skirt and deep-neck blouse, and my cleavage was more visible than I liked.
He held my waist and kissed my forehead, then laid on the bed and started kissing me on my neck.
The air in the room became thick, yet the cold breeze coming from the window was more than enchanting.
He sucks at my weak point, and I moan like never before. He started giving me sloppy kisses, and his mouth reached to my cleavage as his tongue licked my cleavage. His expert tongue started making a pattern in my cleavage, from one breast to the other.
I was having a hard time, and my pants were fully wet. For once, I felt I was in my period, but I know better what it is.
He started opening the button on my blouse and looked down to see my reaction, and I looked up to see his.
In a few seconds, all the buttons were open, and my naked chest was in his view.
He looks down and touches my breasts; he holds them in his hand, and they fit perfectly in his palm. He presses them a little, and I moan, and finally his mouth finds its way, and he starts sucking my breast.
Ahaa Azar, I called out when he bit me a little. Then he started sucking a baby’s breast while he was hungry.
My hand reached for my head. I started massaging his scalp. I arch my back to invite him more inside.
His hands reached to the back side of my back and made me arch more towards him.
And take the blouse completely off my body. But his mouth gives full attention to my breasts equally.
His one hand found the zip of my skirt, and I have no idea when my skirt went out of my body now; I am only in my pink pants.
He looked down and again up to see me, and I was panting.
His hand went towards my pants, and he rubbed his thumb there, which I grasped.
No one has touched me there so far, and my body had goosebumps, and somehow, I got scared a little.
Relax, baby,” his other hand stroked on my cheek, and I got relaxed.
“Damn baby, you are so wet. Your whole pants are sloppy wet for me.” He said it between his kisses.
His words were giving me some kind of sensation. I was feeling shy and wriggled from his grip.
“Hey, relax; you do not have to shy away from me, understand? This is all mine and only mine,” he said, pointing towards my body and starting to kiss me again, sucking my tongue.
His one hand was circling my clitter. I felt his thumb on my pants as he slid them down. Gosh, sometimes I wonder if this man has any patience.
Now I am completely naked in front of him, and he is fully dressed.
Suddenly I felt shy, so I tried to hide my body with my hand, and he held the moment.
“Nope, never do that; never hide yourself from me, ever.” He warns me.
He gives me a look again at my round breast, my pricked nipple, and my wet, clean, waxed vagina.
His look made me hot, like I had a fever, as I squirmed.
His stiff finger touches my hot, wet pussy. God, baby, you are so wet,” he said, closing his eyes.
His finger gives me some stoke, and I wriggle because of this sensation.
“Don’t you dare to come. I want you to come when I am inside you, not before.” He orders, and I like his dominance on the bed.
He got off me, and I snatched my quilt and hid my body.
He started opening his jacket and then his shirt. The button of his was off, and in a while his shirt was off, and he started opening his belt, and in one shift his boxer was down, and I looked to the other side and was shy.
“Look at me, Ara. I want you to look at me; I want you to see what is yours.” He spoke, looking directly into my eyes.
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