Page 67 of Sumanika

My lashes felt too heavy to blink. I let them rest, feeling his lips brush against my ear.

“You shouldn’t do it,” a whisper escaped my lips.

“You can pretend that I’m not doing it,” he muttered in my ear, making me feel the heat of his breath traveling inside, tickling my skin and wetting my core.

My palms rested against his biceps, feeling confused about whether to hold him or not. My uneven breaths became audible as I sensed his hand slowly slipping down to my lower back.

He lifted his face and looked into my eyes. I blinked silently with timidity and arched my back straight. He slowly pulled me closer, and my body felt a different current coursing through my nerves as he made me feel his length through the soft glide.

To my surprise, it felt good.

My lips curled inward against my teeth to keep a moan from escaping.

“Does it feel good?” he asked slowly, and I nodded slightly. I closed my eyes and lowered my face, hiding the visible ooze on it.

He pulled me against him once more, and this time it felt even more overwhelming. A soft moan escaped my lips. It was impossible not to anticipate.

"I own this one.” His words made me feel even weaker, and the next glide had me submitted to him like never before. My hold tightened on his biceps, and when he did not push me again against him, my hips pushed themselves, earning the sensation from him.

His breaths became audible, and the stiffness in his body made it clear that I was keeping him on the edge of release. My mind had grown too numb to do anything except roll my hips against him.

His hand felt unnecessary. The wetness erupting in my core started to soak the fabric between us even more. The heat was noticeable. Surprisingly, an urge building into me made me hungry to get rid of it.

“Ahh,” I suddenly felt restless.

My dupatta was slipping off my shoulder, but it was the least of my concerns now. I pulled my knees even closer to him, and my head rolled back, unable to stop myself. This was too significant to ignore.

"Urghhh," His soft growl sent the confidence into me I did not know I needed. Suddenly, I felt his arm tightening around me, making it difficult to move against him. I widened my hips, and they started moving against him. It was insanely good. The thickness rubbing against me felt like something I had never felt before. The warmth was comforting, and the thrill of doing it made me do it.

"Ahhghhm," Another moan escaped my lips as my body felt hot from the exertion. My cheeks flushed feverishly. Sweat beads formed on my forehead, and my braid became disheveled, trapped beneath his arm. I pressed my fingers into the flesh of his bicep in anticipation.

"I want you to leak all our wetness on me. Make me dirty with it. Show me what no one could even think you could do to me," His words made me feel even wetter, and suddenly, our eyes met. His gaze was intense, hungry, and dry. His lips were parted, huffing, and a moan escaped my lips as I suddenly felt a strong shudder running through me body.

"Ahhhggggghhhh,"

A slight smile appeared on his face, and I immediately closed my eyes and glided my hips back and forth against his hardness more fiercely and intensely to feel a few more shudders running through me, collapsing me like a Kingdom of sand in his lap and wetness leaking through my core like a river through a canal.

My breathing was heavy as I rested my head on his shoulder, unable to feel anything in that moment. The shudders slowly subsided, and after regaining a normal rhythm in my breaths, I lifted my face to look at him.

I couldn’t meet his gaze, but the pride in his eyes brought a hidden smile to my lips.

Suddenly, I felt his hand moving down to my thighs, slipping inside, but I immediately cupped his wrist and shook my head.

He gulped as he looked at me, pulling his hand back only to grasp my wrist and make my fingers brush against my core.

The warm, slick wetness made me feel hot in my knees, but the moment he brought my wrist close to his face and took out his tongue to lick the tip of two middle fingers, I felt crushed.

I dived into the well of timidity, and he was not finished. He took both of my fingers and licked them, looking into my eyes.

“You are incredibly sweet,” his words sent a shiver down my spine. A pointless reminder made me lower my gaze that he had a sweet tooth.

I attempted to shift off his lap, but he drew me closer, and I felt him lean in to my ear and whisper softly.“My touch is so healthy for your skin. You should make it into your skincare routine,”

I swallowed hard and gazed into his eyes. What on earth did I do?

The green color had suddenly become a symbol of evil for me—an evil that had just made me realise what he could do in a few moments without even trying harder.

My stomach twisted, and I said,“I should go.” I tried to move away, but he pulled me back closer, wrapping his arm around me and placing another on my head, drawing me into the warm hug. I hesitated a little but closed my eyes, slowly giving in.

---