** Thank you for undressing habit!
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Moments ago, I was delighted that she refrained from removing her innerwear, a gesture that spared me from various complications. However, I sense that she harbors a specific intention, perhaps aiming to make me suffer.
Is she plotting revenge against me?
Had I met her earlier, I wouldn't have allowed her to slip away. Yet, I'm merely pondering aloud; my love remains unaware of my presence, clandestinely enjoying the unfolding scene.
Even if her true motive is to captivate me, I concede—she has succeeded.
Back to reality. As she removed her peach-colored bra, I was left utterly breathless. Am I dead already? Or have I stumbled into heaven? I state this unequivocally: if my angel isn't there, I want no part of heaven.
However, there's more to my torment. When she discarded her bottom garment, I surrendered.
“Divya,” my voice reached her ears, and she looked in my direction.
In truth, my voice resembled more of a scream. She swiftly turned towards me, displaying a speed worthy of the Olympics.
I contemplated what excuse I could conjure for my presence, and it didn’t take me long.
“You were late, so I... I was t...thought to catch up with you…”
Why am I stammering? This is entirely her fault. She stands there with a towel in hand, not covering herself.
The sensation is...dizzying.
“Could you shut up for a second and tell me where you are hurt,” she said, a worried expression on her face.
After a moment, I understood. My pants were muddy from my prolonged sojourn in the bushes, and after that screaming, anyone might think I was being chased by a lion or something.
“Actually, I...I was thinking about how to get out of the situation and just placed my right hand on my left arm.”
“I hurt myself with a tree branch...and called out your name...”
The worst excuse a person can make. Why am I such a pathetic liar? I'll have to learn from Ray, I noted to myself.
She gave me a death glare, cursing my stupidity for hurting myself, and I thought, Look who’s talking, who ventured this deep into a forest on her own.
All words stuck in my mouth, and my eyes were about to pop out. She searched for a wound on my left arm with both hands.
Where is her towel?
Her towel was on the ground!
Hell, I am a man for God's sake. Is she out of her mind? Does she want me to r****h her on the ground here? I grabbed her wrist to pull her closer, but then I looked into her eyes; she was genuinely worried about me. I gulped and restrained myself.
“What are you doing? Let me check,” she said irritably.
I let go of her arm.
“That's not the point, young lady. For God's sake, cover up if you don’t want me to get hurt more,” I pointed out.
She gasped and blushed, grabbed her towel, and ran to dress up.
“Thank you for the undressing habit, Cara Mia.”
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“You are one bad boy.”
“Good girls tend to fall for the bad boys,” I replied.
“You are lucky then I am a no-good girl.”
“Prove it,” I challenged her.
With this, my angel pulled my shirt for a hungry kiss, closing the short distance between us.
I was shocked at first, then I kissed her passionately. I was in ecstasy when she put her hands on my back, caressing it. I adjusted her neck on the right side, giving me more access. Leaving hickeys everywhere, I wanted everyone to know she was mine. I couldn’t get over the kissing part, but my angel wanted more, and I didn’t want to deny her. She unbuttoned my shirt with the hunger of love in her eyes. I smiled at her when I noticed she was checking me out.
“I am all yours, Cara Mia,” I said to her in a husky voice.
“I know,” she smiled at me and touched my most sensitive part.
I was in ecstasy. I can die happy now.
She smirked.
“Is it enough to please you? Are you satisfied?" she asked seductively.
“For pleasing me, Cara Mia, your smile is enough. But for satisfying, we are a thousand miles away. Or I should say this will not satisfy me, ever. I will need more and more of you.”
“I see,” she said with a smile and unzipped my pants.
I was overjoyed that she was doing all this by her own wish. She loves me too, as I love her more.
Oh god, she is about to take it in her mouth. I am so stuck in pleasure when she touched it. It is giving me sparks in my body. I am going to love this. She is holding and rubbing the tip with her small hands. I think I am going to explode.
It would be embarrassing if I release just from her touch. She gave me a smile and bent down to kiss the tip.
Oh my, she is about to kiss, just one second away and...
trrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!
Oh, s**t!!!
This stupid alarm, another delightful dream spoiled.
I got up to do my daily routine and grabbed the coffee mug in my hand.
This has been happening to me since I first met her. She is going to be my death soon. And after tomorrow's encounter, I don’t think I can hold it in myself anymore. I have to move the relationship to the next level soon.
- Writer
