After that stolen first kiss, the days blurred into a fever dream. Time lost its pace; hours dissolved into glances, brushes of fingers, and the secret language only they understood. The longing deepened, disguised under polite smiles and stolen moments in crowded rooms. Every accidental touch was deliberate on his part, his hand lingering an extra heartbeat on her back, his eyes seeking hers even when the world stood between them. Nights burned with what they could not have; days passed like a blink, each one tightening the invisible string pulling them together. The storm brewed in silence, until the day of their escape arrived, the day when restraint would finally break.
They slipped away like thieves of their own happiness, the road ahead empty, the world behind forgotten. No one knew where they were going; no one could ever know.
Her heart was pounding like a trapped bird, nervousness spilling out of her in shaky breaths, her fingers clutching at her dress.
It was the first time for her; first time tasting the wild freedom of being his, away from prying eyes, away from chains of guilt and judgment.
He drove with one hand steady on the wheel and the other tangled with hers, his thumb stroking the back of her trembling hand, feeding her courage. "You're safe with me," he whispered, low enough to sound like a vow.
Every word was a flame, every glance he stole in her direction was ablaze. Beneath his calm facade, there was a storm clawing to be unleashed. Her eyes were shy; his burned with hunger and worship.
They had planned this together. They knew what today meant. A safe haven waited, a place where time would stand still for them, a place where their love could breathe without shame. Anticipation wrapped around them like the humid air, thick and electric.
Inside the quiet room, the air changed. The blinds were half-drawn, light falling in slanted stripes like prison bars. Their shadows lay across the bed where they stood facing each other, silent conspirators.
She could feel her pulse in her throat, a tremor under her skin, as though she'd been waiting years for this single door to close.
He moved first. Not a rush, but a slow circling; a predator's patience. His fingers brushed her jaw, down her neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake, until her breath hitched. His mouth found the hollow beneath her ear, a single kiss, then another, dragging heat up her spine. When he whispered her name there, it was both a warning and a vow.
Every motion was deliberate. His palm flattened against her lower back, drawing her in until she could feel the shudder of his breath against her chest. Her hands, trembling but determined, slid up under his shirt, nails grazing skin, mapping the scars of his restraint. He caught her wrists and her knees almost gave up. She tilted her chin, eyes closed, letting herself drown in the weight of him.
When his lips finally claimed hers, the kiss was not gentle. It was deep, dark, a slow consumption that left her whimpering against his mouth. He tasted like hunger and guilt; she tasted like surrender and fire.
They moved in a rhythm older than words; mouths, hands, teeth... exploring, teasing, testing until the room itself seemed to pulse with them. The kiss was frenzied yet full of tenderness.
He broke away to run a hot trail of kisses down her neck, behind her ears, his hands gripping her ass like his life depends on it.
Her nails dug into the thick muscles of his shoulders, shuddering against him with pleasure as his mouth continued its delightful path down to her breasts. She moaned loudly as his hand took her breasts, massaging at the hardened tip of her nipples. Her back arched into him, her breathing became ragged and uneven.
She could feel his hard member against her...
She reached down, grasping it in her hands, stroking him languidly. He groaned against her breast which he was tending to and his body responding well to her touches. Her actions grew bold purposefully.
Her touch was driving him crazier, accompanied by her constant moaning and mewling, fueled by her occasional gasps.
He wanted to ravage her to his hearts content. He wanted to do a lot of things with her, for her and to her. He swiftly guided her onto the bed and dove after her. He couldn't get enough of her taste. He kneeled above her, keeping her legs in between his knees and slowly slipped her dress down. Looking her in the eyes, he bit his lips as her skin slowly revealed itself.
She held his face, ran her hands down his jaw to his neck, to his chest and followed down to his abdominal muscles.
He gasped as he felt her hands and fingers cup his now aching- hard erection.
She seemed to forget breathing when she saw how his look of lust intensified. She bit her lips one after another, moistening them as she felt them dry from her open mouth breathing.He crawled up to kiss her lips glistening with moisture. Pecked her cheeks, her nose, her earlobes down the side of her neck, making her move her head to the opposite direction to give more access. Then he made his kisses travel down to the base of her neck to her now bare shoulder blades while his hands were molding the fleshy mountains on her chest. And when his kisses reached down one of her tits, he sucked on it like a baby hungry for milk. She arched her back in pleasure.
"Ahhhh, mmmm" her hands moved to cup his face on the left while her right hand held his head on the hair, scraping his scalp once in a while, making him groan in pleasure.
He felt tingle run down to his spine every time her fingernails scrape his scalp. He could feel his cock twich at her hands movements.
" Fuck, I want you so much", he whispered against her throat, his breath as rapid as hers. She hummed in response as she felt his fingers slid between her folds. He sucked in a breath not expecting her to be aroused and already soaking wet for him. So he kissed down from her breast. He teased her navel as he passed it by, then he playfully bit on her pubic bone. She tried to move away from his mouth to the side but failed as he was in between her thighs.
He pulled her panties down her legs and threw them down. She stopped him with her foot on his chest so he started showering kisses from her ankles to her knees and thighs, making her shiver as he goes up and up. He wrapped his arms around her thighs, and he nuzzled on her hidded carven. She smelled good and he wanted to taste her, but at the same time, he wanted to savor the moment. He peppered small kisses around her neatly trimmed mound. He couldn't hold his eagerness to taste her that he licked her leaking sweetness down her backdoor up to her inviting clitoris.
"Ahhh... Mmm....ahhhh" she couldn't help but release her moans and groans of pleasure as she felt his warm tounge licking her forbidden hole. She felt so good that she didn't want him to stop whatever he was doing. She almost stopped breathing when he suckled at her clit and playfully bit on it once in a while. She held his hair and fisted and thughed his hair as he deliciously ate her out.
" Ahhhh dear, that feels do good", her voice has turned husky. Her throat has gone dry from her constant gasping, moaning and groaning.
"Scream, dear. I wanna hear you scream my name ". He lifted his head to look at her in the eye before he dove his finger into her slowly. She gasped. Her beautifully flushed face made her look even more ravishing in his eyes. He couldn't stop admiring her wildly enchanting look aling with her clearly visible arousal.
"....stop....sto... Stop that dea..rr..." She was a mess. Her thoughts and words overlapped. She didn't know what to say first. " wait... Please...."
"No" he let her thighs go so that he could make use of his other hand too. He made circular motions on her clit with one hand and kept his inder finger of the other in and out of her hole eliciting more groans and moans from her. He licked her clit with his hardened tounge while his fingers did wonders trying to prepare her for his grith to fit inside her tightness. And when he sucked on her now super sensitive clit, she screamed his name in her first ever orgasm.
Her nerves trembled, but his patience was infinite. His lips mapped her fears, his hands coaxed out her hidden fire. And when her body finally shattered in pleasure for the first time, it felt like rebirth. Relaxation and energy flooded her veins, and the sound of his name leaving her lips was nothing short of worship.
He was so caught up in pleasuring her that he forgot his aching cock for a moment. He wanted to keep pleasuring her untill she begs to stop.
"Dear..." Her shy and blushed face made him want to do anything she wanted. Even if she wanted to stop now, he would.
"What do you want, tell me?" he encouraged her fondly, like he could do whatever she asks of him from this moment on.
Crawling his way up to kiss her passionately, he whispered. " Do you want me to stop?"
Instead of saying anything out loud, she cupped his manhood and looked at him with those misty eyes. He stood up beside the bed with his throbbing phallus. She crawled to reach him, and kissed him, trailing her kisses to his cheeks, to his ear, licking, sucking and playfully biting his earlobes, earning groans from him. She suckled at the base of his neck leaving her marks on him. She moved down to his chest, flicking her tounge at his nipples.
He kept groaning. She loved the sound of his endearment for her. She was feeling more eager to please this amazing man. She made use of her wicked lips and tongue in teasing and passionately torturing him.
Her hands weren't idle either. Groping him wherever she could reach. His chest, his back, his ass, running them up and down on his sides like a feather, making him bite his lips in pleasure. He caressed her back while she teased his shaft glistening with pre-cum. She licked to taste him.
" So this is how it tastes like??" Surprised as it was her first time, she expressed verbally.
"It tastes sweet and salty at the same time". She licked him like he was a tasty ice cream making him harder.
She licked every drop that came out of him. From the bottom to the top... Her warm and wet tounge around him made him breathless. The way she swirled and licked did wonders to him. Then without any warning she took him wholly earning a groan from him. He shuddered with whatever she was doing with it. And when she swirled her soft and hot tounge on the head and kept sucking it without letting it slip... His whole body vibrated and he came undone. He was panting and looked at her like he can't wait any longer.
"Dear! I want you! I want all of you". He pulled out and kissed her lips hard and whispered seductively in her ear.
She was no different. She wanted him. She wanted to feel him inside her. So she gently took his hands and tugged him to come up the bed as she lay herself like an offering. Ever so willingly. Not to mention irresistible, she was deadly seductive to his soul.
He made sure she was wet and ready before he pushed his way into her tight honeypot with her consent.
"Ahhh" both groaned. One in pain while other in pleasure.
He was aware that she was feeling pain so he made her feel as less painful as possible.
He felt divine. He liked it when his thing was almost squeezed by her clenching insides. It was an incomparable delight. It was even indescribable. No words would perfectly define it. He couldn't help groaning in pleasure. He was also cautious not to cause her more pain, so he slowly pulled out of her just to be stopped.
"Stay..." She whispered as she grabbed his hands.
He tried entering her slowly and her moaning was the last thing that broke his control. He went in deep and her nails dug into his shoulders but he didn't mind. He was wrapped in euphoria as his shaft was clenched around her walls. He gave her tume to adjust, not moving at all, except kissing her lovingly and passionately.
He pulled his dick out till only the tip was in and pushed back in gently, slowly, savoring the delight of her tightness. As he went on she felt her pleasure build and even before she could process anything she shattered on him.
He didn't stop. Again and again, he drew out every gasp, every shiver, every ounce of innocence she still clung to, until she was boneless in his arms. He never felt so complete, so peaceful as if she was the emptiness that always clawed. As if his soul had found its home. She learned his weaknesses too, the places his control faltered under her kisses, the way his breath stuttered at the brush of her mouth on him. He let himself fall, let her worship him in her own way, and the feeling was unlike anything he had known.
She gave back everything he took. Her fingers tangled in his hair, her mouth at his throat, catching the small sounds he made when control slipped. He learned the places she shuddered at a single breath, the angle where her gasp turned into a moan, the sound of his name on her lips. In her eyes there was no fear, only a kind of worship, as though she'd been waiting her whole life for someone to claim all her shadows.
In the breaks, he fed her himself... sharing bites of food, sips of water, letting her rest in the cradle of his arms before claiming her again and again in ways he wanted to. And when it was over, they held each other as if the world outside didn't exist. As if this was enough to last a lifetime.
But love like theirs never stays still !
When he stood to clean up, she became mischievous. Sliding into his white shirt, hair undone and wild, the hem brushing her thighs, eyes sparkling with a secret only they shared: she looked like sin incarnate, yet divine. Barefoot on the cold floor, flushed with intimacy, untamed as the fire they unleashed.
The sight undid him. He crossed the room in a heartbeat, lifted her off her feet, and kissed her like a man possessed. His lips burned a trail from her cheeks to her eyes, to her forehead; a kiss filled with a kind of pain and love that the world would never understand. He wanted to devour her again, to lose himself, but he held back. Some fire was meant to remain on a leash, barely.
He dressed her with hands that lingered too long, packed her things as though he could control time.
The drive back felt like a funeral for the day they had stolen. He held her hand the entire way, thumb tracing her knuckles, unable to let go.
He kept one hand on the wheel and one still tangled with hers, thumb stroking her knuckles as though the motion could keep the world from reclaiming him. His scent clung to her skin; her heartbeat still hadn't steadied. The car was full of warmth and smile and the ghost of everything they had just done.
His phone buzzed, once, twice, again and again. Her stomach twisted. Her heart dropped.
His girlfriend!!
She knew the call wasn't just a call; it was reality clawing its way back.
"Answer," she whispered, soft but steady. "She must be worried. She loves you."
He shook his head, jaw tight. "Not now. Not when your warmth is still on me. If she video calls, it's over."
His eyes stayed on the road, but his soul was on her, his thumb still stroking hers like a silent plea not to let this world collapse.
Her heart clenched; love had never hurt this sweetly. When he finally sang softly with the radio, voice cracking just a little, it felt like the most beautiful goodbye. Because that's what this drive was... a slow goodbye they'd never say out loud.
She turned her face to the window, watching the landscape blur, trying to memorize the weight of his hand, the heat of his body next to hers. She thought of the white shirt still on her skin, the imprint of his mouth on her collarbone, and wondered if she'd ever be this alive again.
When they reached her stop, he killed the engine but didn't let go of her hand. His thumb traced her palm once more, like a blind man memorising a map. The world was already pulling him back; calls, obligations, his other life. But for a heartbeat they stayed in the car suspended between two worlds. His eyes met hers and burned with the same thought: if only.
Then he let go, and she stepped out into the crowd. The door closed. The car rolled away. The warmth of him lingered on her fingers like a brand, and behind the wheel his chest ached with the knowledge that nothing in his life would ever feel like this again.
When he finally pulled away from the kerb, the car felt cavernous without her in it. The seat where she had been was still warm, her scent still clinging to the air like incense after a ritual. His hands tightened on the wheel. The road unrolled in front of him but his thoughts stayed behind with her.
"Why did I meet her? Why now?
I've been loyal to the one I loved. I know what betrayal feels like. It carved me open once and left me hollow. I swore no one would ever suffer that wound because of me. I built my life on that promise."
He swallowed hard, his throat thick with shame and longing.
" And yet I broke my own rules. I let her in. I let her see me. I've crossed every line I drew for myself. I've sinned."
The phone buzzed again. He didn't reach for it. His thumb still tingled with the memory of hers.
"But why is this sin so sweet? Why does it feel like the first breath after drowning?"
The thought burned through him, part confession, part prayer. He drove on under a bruised sky, her taste still on his lips, knowing he was already too far gone and there would be no clean way back.