C18 Follow My Lead!

Note: This chapter contains vivid, steamy descriptions that are considered unsuitable for underage readers. Parental control suggested. – author.

“Then, just respond and follow my lead. Okay?”

“mmmm.”

He turned her to his side and made her stand. She was shivering. He embraced her relishing the intoxicating fragrance of the jasmine that was serving its purpose of heightening his arousal. She slowly placed her hands on his back returning the hug. “Tighter!” He whispered and she tightened her grip.

His hands roamed over her back; her hands doing the same to him. His right hand cupped her round ass relishing the softness; he was gratified when she did the same increasing his heartbeat. He knew this was going to be crazy – perhaps the wildest day of his life.

She suddenly hugged him tighter prompting a smile on his face. He lifted her face, enjoying the look of passion her face contrasted by the deep blush that showed her shyness. He leant forward to take those luscious lips that were the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. He sucked them hard trying to pull in their sweetness into him.

His tongue shot out persuading the door to part open and went in triumphantly celebrating the victory with her tongue dancing in joy. A full duet was orchestrated by the two tongues heralding the start of a sweet war between two bodies that would culminate in a divine union of both the souls.

He removed the safety pin of the saree, dropping the Pallu. He felt his *uttareeyam slide to the floor. He unhooked her blouse pulling it over her arms exposing two beautiful peaks standing proudly in front of him. He was about to take one of them in his mouth when he prevented in his quest by the shirt being pulled off by his wife. The brief pause of a few seconds felt like ages, and he was impatient to get back to his mission of raging a sweet war.

Both of them were breathing heavily and now there was deep passion in the eyes of life partner as she opened her eyes to look at him in impatience. He smiled and caught her left breast while he attacked right one with his mouth.

“ssssssss” a moan left her throat as his mouth sucked her boob like a baby passing currents of passion through her body like waves of an ocean. The sensation of his tongue rolling over her nipple ignited a huge fire between her legs melting the ice-cold love pot, trickling down her thighs.

Her nails dug into his back as she was taken into a ride that she had never experienced before. His hand pinched her left nipple eliciting another moan from her. Her whole body was shaking at the wild sensations it was experiencing. He changed hands and breasts sending her into another round of ecstasy. It was a war of equals both vying for the same goal – both equally contributing to the cause.

Just when she thought her passion had reached the highest peak, his hands stopped. She beat him on his back angry that he stopped; impatient for more. He kissed her again reigniting the passion and pacifying her anger at the pause in the conflict of love making. His hands now pulled loose the folds of her saree, letting it fall in a heap at her legs. Her underskirt followed suit revealing her full assets for the whole universe to see, which was her husband.

He smiled as she did the same with him dropping his dhoti. He deliberately broke the kiss letting her look at his most intimate part that he had saved for his love. A deep blush accompanied by a look of shock could be seen on her face at the size of his reaction at her naked beauty. He smiled mischievously at her reaction and gazed at her unabashed. This was the day he had been waiting for. She hid her face in her hands again.

As his gaze fell on each of her curves sculpted so perfectly in the right proportions and in all the right places, he knew he could not delay the final phase of their duel any longer. It was time to make the grand entry.

He swept her off her feet carrying her in his arms to the bed and placed her gently, he then took her lips again making up for the lost time. She responded like a tigress matching every move of his, riding the waves of pleasure with him.

He parted her legs preparing for the last but the most important stage of their romance. His member tapped her secret door seeking permission to enter. She felt something huge push itself into her throwing her mind into panic mode at the pain that almost overwhelmed her. She felt like breaking the necks of her married sisters who had told her it would be the sweetest memory of her married life. If you called being torn apart as sweet, something was wrong with your head.

She slowly realized that the pain had subsided, and she felt relieved. As she relaxed, she found another wave ecstasy wash her body. She concentrated in an effort to find the source and located it to her clitoris which was sending out waves of pleasure as it was getting massage by a finger that was rough but so delicate in its caressing of her most sensitive part. She closed her eyes and gave in to the heavenly sensation till the ride this time took her over the threshold; the result of which was the love juices flowing out her now wet love pot that had become a furnace.

The huge thing now entered without any hindrance and the pain was almost negligible. The piston pumped in and out taking her over a rollercoaster with each thrust. Add the sweet assault on her two mountains of honey and she was lost in a sensation beyond description. It was the union of not just two bodies but the union of two souls that had blended into one. It was a moment when two different bodies became one; one plus one equals to one! Such is the greatness of pure marital bliss between a husband and wife.

The battle of the bodies came to a head when she felt his seed hit inside her just as she felt a huge wave of divine pleasure hit her senses. As she felt exhausted, she was transported into another world.

Sri Latha opened her eyes panting. That was the strongest dream she had had till then; a dream that had not only made her fell as if she been run over by a bulldozer but also made her dress wet.

Glossary:

*uttareeyam: a long cloth made of cotton or silk that worn by men over their shoulders and has multiple uses.