Love Me Like you do

Chapter 8

He didn't wait.

Without a word, Simbu pressed me gently against the wall and brushed his face against my chin. The roughness of his facial hair poked my skin, sending a strange, tingling sensation through me.

"Is that poky enough, Kannama?" he asked with a sly grin.

I didn't respond, too overwhelmed by the closeness of him. He stopped and tilted his head to look at me. "Kannama, we have just one hour. Are you going to be like this and waste our precious time?"

I shook my head silently, unable to form words.

Without a word, Simbu pressed me gently against the wall and brushed his face against my chin. The roughness of his facial hair poked my skin, sending a strange, tingling sensation through me.

"Is that poky enough, Kannama?" he asked with a sly grin.

I didn't respond, too overwhelmed by the closeness of him. He stopped and tilted his head to look at me. "Kannama, we have just one hour. Are you going to be like this and waste our precious time?"

I shook my head silently, unable to form words.

"Then talk to me. Respond to me," he said in a low, firm voice. "Do you know how far we've gone in our video calls? How many days we've dreamed of this moment? And now, you're right in front of me. I want you. I want to take all of you into myself. I want to see everything I've been imagining for months without stopping."

His words sent a rush of heat through me. As he spoke, his hands unbuttoned his shirt halfway. Then, without pause, he leaned forward and showered my shoulder with warm, lingering kisses.

Before I could process it, he scooped me up in his arms in a bridal carry and moved us toward the bed.

I instinctively touched his jawline, feeling the rough texture of his beard as I caressed him. He smiled as he laid me gently on the bed, then leaned closer and unzipped my top. I didn't stop him.

My eyes roamed over his bare chest, taking in his strong, masculine body.

He leaned toward me and whispered in my ear, "Kannama, I seriously don't know how to remove your dress. Will you help me?" His teasing smile made me laugh softly.

I sat up, smiled at him, and removed my top along with my pants. Now standing before him half-naked, I felt his gaze linger on me.

He lay back on the bed with his shirt still half-unbuttoned, staring at my curves like they were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

He reached out, pulling me toward him until I fell against his chest. Gently, he kissed my hair, his lips trailing from the top of my head to my nose and then to my lips. Finally, he buried his face into the curve of my neck.

"You're so soft, Kannama," he whispered, his hands roaming beneath the fabric of my briefs.

My heart raced, and blood rushed to my face. "Simbu..." I whispered his name, trembling at his touch.

He pulled me down and removed his remaining clothes, then positioned himself above me. His body was warm and strong, his movements tender yet intense.

I felt his member brush against my wet center.

"Kannama, you're already so wet," he chuckled softly, his deep voice sending shivers through me.

I didn't respond, too overwhelmed by the sensations. His touch was filled with passion, each movement making me moan his name.

"Your moans, Kannama... they're making me lose control," he murmured as he began to press himself closer.

The initial pain was sharp, causing tears to well up in my eyes. He paused immediately, cursing under his breath.

"Kannama, you're so tight. You're a virgin," he said, his voice laced with concern. "It'll hurt a little, but I'll be gentle. Trust me."

His words, combined with his soothing kisses, eased the pain. Slowly, the discomfort turned into pleasure as he moved within me.

His hands held my face, his eyes locked onto mine with such intensity that I felt completely consumed by him. The veins in his arms and neck stood out as he moved deeper, his body trembling with restrained passion.

We reached our peak together, our bodies collapsing in sync like a wave crashing against the shore.

Simbu kissed my forehead gently and let me rest against his chest, his arms wrapped protectively around me.

I closed my eyes, whispering, "Simbu, I'm getting late."

He stroked my hair softly. "You look tired, Kannama. Rest a bit longer."

I shook my head. "It's okay. I'll rest at home."

"Let me help you clean up," he said, lifting me in his arms and carrying me to the washroom. He carefully helped me dr and loving.

Before zipping my dress, he kissed the nape of my neck. "I'm going to miss you, Kannama," he whispered.

I turned to look at him. His face was filled with a mix of longing and sadness. "Me too," I said softly.

He pulled me into a tight hug, holding me as if he never wanted to let go.

"Simbu, I'll try to come with you to the airport. But first, I need to go home," I said.

He nodded reluctantly and walked me to the car. Once I settled into the driver's seat, he leaned in, buckled my seatbelt, and kissed my forehead.

"Try to come, ma. I'll be waiting for you at the airport," he

"Try to come, Kannama. I'll be waiting for you at the airport," he said.

I nodded and reversed the car. As I drove away, I saw him standing in the parking lot, his tall figure framed by the sunlight. He stood there with his hands in his jeans pockets, watching me leave.

Before turning the corner, I looked at him one last time and waved goodbye. His figure disappeared in my rearview mirror, leaving me with a bittersweet ache in my heart.

Driving Home

As I drove, his scent still lingered in the car, a constant reminder of him..It felt surreal. Did he really fly all the way from New Zealand to this small town just to see me?

The thought gave me goosebumps.

I smiled, my cheeks flushing as my mind replayed everything that had just happened. Simbu's passion, his words, his touch-it was all so intense, so real.

I thought about the question that had crossed my mind before. Am I the only girl in his life? His actions, his gaze, and the way he held me left no room for doubt. He truly cared for me.

I drove home, my heart full of love and my body still buzzing from his touch. There was no guilt, no regret. I had given myself to the man who i love, and I know exactly what I wanted.