मेरी सुबह हो तुम्ही
और तुम्ही शाम हो
तुम दर्द हो तुम ही आराम हो
मेरी दुआओं से आती है बस ये सदा
मेरी होके हमेशा ही रहना
कभी ना कहना अलविदा
हा हा हा.. ओ..
*This chapter includes mature sexual content. @jeonsjazzhole Please disregard this chapter, as I wouldn't want to expose your innocence to inappropriate content.
"Hey, can we check out the waterfalls?" I burst out with excitement the moment we stepped into our cozy suite. We'd just reached Coorg. The beauty of this place was simply indescribable. Sure, Paris would have been fun, but India's allure was absolutely unbeatable.
"Meera, let's take a little breather first. It's getting dark, and we can explore the waterfalls tomorrow." He wrapped his arms around me from behind, and I melted into his embrace, leaning back into his warmth.
"This feels amazing," I confessed, and he responded by nuzzling his face into my neck, sending a playful shiver through me. "I love you," he whispered, planting gentle, feather-light kisses along my jawline. I couldn't help but grin at him. "I love you more, Ruhaan," I replied, turning around to gaze into his adorable face.
"Oh my gosh, Ruhaan, look! We have a private pool here too!" I exclaimed, breaking free from his hold and heading toward the pool. He grumbled but followed me. "Want to take a dip now?" he asked, and I furrowed my brow.
"I don't know how to swim, Remember?" I replied with a hint of sadness. I'd always regretted never learning how to swim. "Well, lucky for me... I'll hold you close," he quipped, earning a playful glare from me. "You're shameless," I teased.
I decided to take Ruhaan up on his offer to use the private pool. It was the perfect way to unwind after our journey. We found out that the resort provided new swimming costumes for sale on demand, and I couldn't have been happier.
A/N- Feel free to imagine the swimming suit as you like it..
After changing into my swimsuit, a sleek black one-piece that I felt pretty confident in, I made my way back to the poolside. Ruhaan was already there, and I couldn't help but notice the way he was staring at me.
"Like what you see?" I teased, twirling a bit to show off the swimsuit. Why this sudden boldness, Meera? Don't test his limits!
He cleared his throat, looking slightly flustered. "You look... stunning, Meera." His voice was low, and he seemed to be grumbling something under his breath.
I chuckled, enjoying the effect I seemed to have on him. "Well, I can say the same about you," I replied, appreciating the way his swim shorts clung to his muscular frame. He has a V-line, Yes. A V-line and a perfectly well-kept body. Very visible. Can we have a debate about if those abs are real or am I hallucinating?
"Shall we?" I gestured toward the pool, hoping my teasing would distract him from his earlier mutterings.
As we stepped into the inviting pool, the cool water provided a refreshing contrast to the warm evening air. Ruhaan, true to his word, held me close the entire time. His strong arms wrapped securely around my waist, pulling me against his chest.
I leaned in closer to him, my lips barely brushing his earlobe as I whispered, "You know, Ruhaan, this private pool was an excellent idea."
He chuckled, his chest vibrating against mine. "I thought you might like it, Meera."
Our bodies moved in sync as we swam lazily in the pool. I trailed my fingers along his chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath my touch. "You make everything perfect," I murmured, looking into his deep, dark eyes.
The sensation of being cradled in his embrace sent shivers down my spine. The moonlight danced on the water's surface, casting a romantic glow around us. He pressed a soft kiss to my neck, his lips sending ripples of desire through me. "You feel amazing," he murmured, his warm breath teasing my ear.
I couldn't help but let out a soft sigh of pleasure. "You're not so bad yourself," I replied, running my fingers through his hair.
Ruhaan's gaze locked with mine, smoldering with intensity. "Meera," he whispered, his voice laced with longing. "I can't resist you."
"Don't." I pleaded.
Our lips collided in a passionate kiss, setting the night ablaze. In the soothing embrace of the pool, our bodies moved in a sensuous dance, each touch kindling an intense fire.
When I hesitated to let him in, he took charge, biting my lower lip gently, coaxing my lips apart and deepening our kiss. It was unlike any other, a hunger in his actions. He was utterly irresistible, his actions almost reckless.
In that kiss, he poured all his desire, leaving me breathless and gasping for air. When I finally pulled away and looked at him, his eyes were intense, dangerously so, clouded with desire and a hunger that sent shivers down my spine.
"Please allow me to fuck you so hard that it leaves you breathless for days," he implored, his voice filled with desire and authority, leaving no room for doubt. With uncertain thoughts swirling in my mind, I nodded my consent. I trusted him. With all my heart and soul.
"Humari jaan, I need to hear you say it," he whispered in my ear, lightly nibbling on my earlobe, which sent shivers down my spine. I moaned in response to the pleasure. "Yes, Rana-sa, please fuck me," I begged, my voice desperate.
"Fucking hell Meera," He groaned picking me up and rushing out of the pool. Then, without warning, he captured my lips with his, while walking towards the bed. The kiss that followed was fueled by desperation and intense desire. He kissed me with a raw hunger, sucking and biting my lips with a force that elicited a moan from deep within me.
It felt as if he had been waiting for this moment for an eternity. His grip on my waist tightened, pulling me closer to him, if that was even possible. His lips continued their assault on mine. "Ruhaan," I managed to gasp, my voice filled with pleasure.
He gently guided me onto the bed, and as I gasped for breath, he spoke softly, "Meera, listen carefully. I've never done this before either, and I don't want to hurt you. If you ever feel uncomfortable or unsure, just tell me to stop, okay, jaan?" He lovingly caressed my cheeks, and I responded with a nod and a reassuring smile.
It was as if the anticipation had reached its peak, and he started kissing and nibbling on my neck with an intense and demanding passion. His actions were vigorous, and I could feel the sharp sensation of his teeth grazing my skin, causing a gentle whimper to escape my lips.
He began the task of removing my swimsuit, which clung to my body like a second skin. The room was bathed in soft, dim lighting, allowing us to see each other clearly as he carefully peeled the costume away.
I lay exposed beneath him, and his eyes worshiped my body, making me feel truly beautiful. I had been anxious, thinking I'd feel self-conscious when this moment finally arrived, but it was quite the opposite. I felt cherished.
His gaze was gentle and warm as he traced every curve and tiny scar I had accumulated throughout my life. "Ethereal," he whispered, kissing me softly on the lips.
He eagerly explored the valley between my breasts, showering kisses and gentle sucks all over. Was this what heaven felt like? Absolutely. My soft moans filled the air as I reveled in the new sensations my body was experiencing, and the fact that both of us were soaked in water only heightened the intensity.
I couldn't help but admire his sculpted abs, although I didn't voice that appreciation.
His lips locked onto my left nipple, while his fingers skillfully teased and tugged at the right one, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I couldn't contain my whimpers as my eyes rolled back in insane pleasure.
His fingers tugged at my nipples while he bit down on them with force, making it nearly impossible for me to stifle my screams. I had to bite down hard on my lips to keep from being too loud.
"Ruhaan," I moaned his name, and he flashed a smirk. He released my nipple, then his hands encircled my throat with a firm grip, not tight enough to cause any pain. "I adore the way you moan my name," he said, his voice filled with desire, "but I yearn for the moment you'll scream and cry it out just the same."
My eyes widened at his confession, hating how I was aroused listening to the same. Ruhaan turned me into a lunatic.
His lips trailed down my abdomen, and I felt a rush of nerves as his fingers followed the same path, eventually coming to rest on my exposed clit. He gazed into my eyes, his stormy gaze seeking consent, which I granted with a nod of my head. I was undoubtedly nervous and a bit scared; no one had touched me there before.
"God, you're beautiful, Meera," he groaned, unable to contain his desire any longer. His fingers began to caress my folds gently, and the sensation sent shivers of anticipation through me.
"I'll take it slow," he promised, his finger slipping inside me gently. I needed a moment to adjust to the size, and I couldn't help but wonder why his fingers felt so large. Surprisingly, it didn't hurt, at least not yet.
"Please, move it," I begged, my desperation growing with each passing second. He had me worked up, and I needed some relief. With a chuckle, he withdrew his finger and then thrust it back inside with an intense force that made me scream.
But he didn't stop there. He began a rhythmic motion, thrusting his finger deep into me and then pulling it out to repeat the tantalizing process. All the while, he sucked on my collarbone, my sweet spot. I couldn't control myself, clinging to his shoulders with a strong grip, my nails probably leaving scratches on his back as I screamed his name. I addicted. Is it really supposed to feel this good?
Just as I felt that peculiar sensation building inside me, he withdrew his finger, leaving me on the brink of frustration. I wanted to smack his face. I was so close to climaxing.
"Why?" I cried out in frustration, but instead of answering, he kissed away my tears and positioned two of his fingers at my entrance. "Jaan, I'm trying to prepare you for my cock," he explained softly. I nodded, still feeling a bit annoyed, but then he thrust his two fingers inside, causing me to shriek in pain.
"It hurts," I whimpered, tears welling up in my eyes as he slowly moved his fingers in and out. "I know, but I promise it will get better. You're such a good girl, aren't you?" He whispered, caressing my hair with his free hand and kissing my cheeks.
His hands set the pace, and I began to squirm. It was overwhelming, my entire body feeling like it was being jolted with electric shocks. "Ruhaaaan!" I cried out and bit his shoulder, but he maintained his unrelenting pace.
"Fuck, if you clench like this around my fingers, will you do the same with my cock?" He asked with dark desire in his eyes, and it was clear he was immensely aroused.
Just when I was on the brink of climax, he edged me, removing his fingers at that very instant. "Nooo," I protested, hitting his shoulders in frustration. I was so close. "Please," I added softly feeling defeated, and he nodded.
He slipped off his swimming trunks, and I closed my eyes, giving him his privacy. My mind scolded me, reminding me that I was lying naked beneath him and that there was no need to close my eyes. I peeked open my eyes to look at him, and...
God damn. How would that even fit? His fingers had been painful enough. How would I...
"It w-won't fit," I stammered, gasping in shock at the size before me. It seemed impossible. "Meera, it will fit," he reassured me with a confident glance, and I nodded, still in a daze. Could someone really be so well-endowed?
He got off the bed and walked to a small table where a duffel bag was kept. He unzipped it and took out a pack of condoms. I silently thanked my lucky stars that he had thought of them, realizing my own lapse in responsibility.
He returned to the bed, his body entirely bare, and I couldn't help but admire his physique, marked with countless scars that told the story of his past struggles. It filled me with pride to see the man standing before me, a testament to his strength and resilience.
He placed the pack of condoms on the bedside table and climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between my thighs. With an electric eye contact that felt both intimate and comforting, he ripped open a foil packet.
After he was done putting on the condom, he positioned himself at my entrance, teasing me by rubbing his cock over my clit, causing me to moan in pleasure. His throat emitted a deep voice, which sent vibrations through my body.
Then, in the next moment, he pushed a small part of it inside, making me take in a sharp breath. "Tell me to stop if it's unbearable, Meera," he said, caressing my face gently. He thrust in a bit more, and I cried out in pain. It was not fun; I didn't like it anymore. The pain was overwhelming.
"You got this, humari Jaan, just a little more pain," he encouraged, kissing my forehead lovingly.
"Push it all in, all at once!" I said, sounding more confident. He looked at me, surprised. "Are you sure?" he asked, and I nodded. He slowly pushed his entire length inside me, and I screamed in pain. Bad idea. I'm so stupid. He is huge. I feel torn in two halfs. God knows why I use my stupid brain.
His eyes held concern as he stayed still, gazing at me with all the love and care in the world. "We can stop, Meera," he offered, but I shook my head. "Give me a minute to get used to your size," I said softly, and he nodded. 'I doubt, I'll ever get used to his size.'
"Move," I said after a minute of embracing, and he started thrusting in and out slowly. I closed my eyes, feeling the initial pain, tears escaping, while Ruhaan groaned in pleasure. Gradually, pleasure began to supersede the pain, and it started to feel heavenly. He tore me apart, and all I could do was scream his name and scratch his back mercilessly.
"Fuck, you feel so good, wrapped around my cock like this," he groaned, his head falling backward, his eyes hooded with desire. He began to increase his pace upon hearing my moans and whimpers. His thrusts became faster and harder, causing me to clench my eyes in pleasure.
"Ruhaan, slow down!" I moaned, but he didn't listen. Instead, he thrust even deeper, hitting a spot inside me that made me clench around him tightly. Holy fu-
Suddenly, the overwhelming pleasure surged again, a powerful urge to climax. "Ruhaan, I'm going to—" I started, but he cut me off, gripping my throat harshly and tightening his hold, making me moan.
"Please, I have to..." I cried out in pleasure, unable to handle his relentless thrusts. To my surprise, his thumb started circling my clit in a rough pace, sending me into ecstasy. My eyes rolled back, my mouth hung open, and I felt like I was on cloud nine.
"Beg for it, Meera," he demanded, his voice raspy, adding to the intensity of the moment. I was desperate, and if begging would allow me to climax, then I would do it. "Please, please allow me to have my first orgasm, I need to, Ruhaan!" I pleaded, tears streaming down my face as the pleasure became overwhelming.
My entire body was in shock, and his thrusts remained unwavering, at the same speedy pace. "Alright," he finally relented while kissing me fiercely on the lips, sucking my lower lip as I finally released all the built-up pressure. My mind was in a state of euphoria.
I had barely come down from my first orgasm when he thrust harshly again, making me squirm and clench around him. This pushed him over the edge, and he came as well. His eyes were closed, his mouth emitted a raspy groan, and he released. Slowly he pulled out making me wince. It was paining so much.
He was my first, just as I was his.
"Meera, I love you so much," he whispered softly, caressing my lips, which were now red and swollen from our passionate encounter. "I love you more," I replied, kissing his chest, where his heart was still thumping with the remnants of our intensity.
"I hurt you, didn't I?" he asked, looking at me with concern. "No, you didn't. I knew it would hurt initially," I replied honestly, and he gave me a smile, revealing his dimples.
"Can we go for another round?" he asked, sounding serious, which made me widen my eyes in disbelief. "Not before next week. I'm going to be sore for a week!" I exclaimed, and he looked at me with a cute frown. He muttered something and got up from the bed, heading to the bathroom. Did he just leave me here, naked and used?
I was about to call out his name, but he returned from the bathroom wearing sweatpants and carrying a towel. He walked over to the bed and gently cleaned me down there with the very warm, wet towel, which felt incredibly soothing. I sighed in relief as he caressed my hair softly.
"Meera, you can use the bathroom now, and I'll get the bedsheet changed in the meantime," he said with a supportive smile. I nodded, attempting to get up but wincing as a shiver of pain shot through my abdomen.
"Never mind," he said, standing up and picking me up carefully, carrying me to the bathroom. He left me there to take care of my needs. With the help of the counter, I washed my hands, tied my completely tangled and messy hair into a clumsy bun, and found one of Ruhaan's shirts hanging by the door. Deciding to wear that for now, I left the room, clad in his oversized white shirt.
I found that the bedsheets had already been changed. Ruhaan was sitting on the bed, patiently waiting for me to emerge from the bathroom. I gave him a shy wave, for reasons I couldn't quite explain.
He smiled back and walked toward me, picking me up in his embrace again. Wasn't he tired by any chance? Maybe I should join the gym too.
"You look mine in that shirt," he whispered with a happy glint in his eyes, and I blushed at his possessive comment.
He gently placed me on the bed and switched off all the lights, leaving the balcony curtains open to let in the moonlight. The room felt serene, and I was filled with comfort and happiness.
Ruhaan suggested, "Would you like me to massage a little down there? It might help with the pain. If it makes sense?," his fingers softly caressing my lower lip.
"I'll be fine, Ruhaan. I just need cuddles," I replied with a small grin.
"Good night, Meera," he said, cuddling me close to his chest, and I smiled at him softly. "Good night, Mendak."
A/N
This is a grave sin. I'm sorry heaven.
I'm not even going to question you about anything.