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Third person's pov!

"What do you want me to do, Shraddha..."

"Kiss me, Dhruv.."

He reached for her, cupping her face with a gentleness that felt almost reverent, his thumb tracing soft circles on her cheek as he leaned in, his breath warm against her skin. The hesitation of words gave way to a pull stronger than either of them could resist, as his lips finally claimed hers in a kiss that was anything but gentle.

It was intense, a collision of emotions and desires long held back, his fingers threading through her hair as he deepened the kiss, his desperation pouring into the way he held her close. She responded with equal fervour, letting the last fragments of her walls fall away, surrendering herself to the undeniable current that had always flowed between them.

Dhruv's hands moved over her shoulders, down her arms, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. Each touch, each brush of his fingers on her skin, felt like a promise—one made without words, one sealed by the closeness that had taken them so long to reach.

Dhruv's lips moved slowly, tenderly across Shraddha's skin, each kissing a promise of his trust, love and protection. He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, and finally, his lips found hers. The kiss started soft, filled with unspoken words and emotions. As their lips moved together, the kiss deepened, growing more intense.

Shraddha responded eagerly, her hands tangling in Dhruv's hair, pulling him closer. She felt the weight of his body pressing into her, grounding her, making her feel safe and desired. His hands roamed her sides, caressing her waist and hips, sending shivers through her body.

Dhruv's kisses trailed down her neck, lingering on her sensitive spots, making her gasp softly. He nibbled on her earlobe before moving to her collarbone, his lips and tongue exploring every inch of her exposed skin. Shraddha arched her back, pressing herself closer to him, craving the warmth and passion he offered.

Their breaths became ragged, the room filled with the sounds of their desire. Dhruv's hands found the hem of Shraddha's top, slowly lifting it, his fingers brushing against her bare skin. He paused, looking into her eyes for any sign of hesitation. Seeing none, he continued, pulling her top over her head and discarding it.

Shraddha's fingers deftly unbuttoned Dhruv's shirt, her hands exploring the hard planes of his chest. She could feel his heart beating as fast as hers, their connection palpable. Dhruv's lips found hers again, more demanding this time, their tongues dancing together.

He started with her breasts, working his way to them via her soft shoulders, down to the generous dip of her cleavage, nuzzling the heavy crease beneath her breasts until he settled on a nipple, and there he stayed, lathing it with his mouth, suckling, teasing and tasting, drawing the throbbing stiffened bud into his mouth, greedy for her.

Shraddha writhed and groaned. She spread her legs and wrapped them around him, desperate to press herself against the hardness of his thigh so that she could relieve some of the sensitivity between them. But he wasn't having that and he manoeuvred her so that she was lying flat, enduring the sweet torment of his mouth all over her breasts.

He pulled her pants down and reached back to rub between her legs with the flat of his hand but not too much, not too hard and not for long.

He needed more than this erotic foreplay. He needed to be inside her, to feel that wetness all around him.

"My wallet's in the living room. I need it to get the condom. Don't go anywhere.." He whispered hoarsely and hurried out of the bedroom.

Where was she going to go? She was too limp to move.

Dhruv returned and donned the condom over his length, looking directly at her as his fingers slid expertly along his huge shaft, she felt a twinge of nerves.

It would hurt. First time always hurts.

Dhruv settled between her legs and nudged her, pushing against her wetness gently.

He wasn't going to go hard and fast. He was going to take his time and enjoy every second of this.

He felt her momentarily tense. He was so fired up he could barely think at all and he pushed into her, sinking deep and moving faster than he wanted but knowing that he just had to.

He heard her soft grunt of discomfort and stilled.

"I am a big boy, Shraddha. Tell me if I am hurting you because you are really tight, deliciously tight. And the first time always hurts.." He said as he sank deep into her.

"Oh Dhruv! Don't stop!" Shraddha moaned as the initial discomfort and pain faded and she started feeling the sensations again. It was magical.

Hearing his name from her mouth, every sensation running through his body felt primitive.

Their bodies were slick with perspiration. With a groan, he thrust hard and deep into her tightness, and the feeling was indescribable as she rocked with him, wrapping her legs around his waist and coming seconds before he did, crying out as she raked her fingers along his back, the rhythm of her body matching his.

Dhruv's movements became more urgent as the intense pleasure built within him. He was lost in the sensation of Shraddha's body wrapped around his, their souls entwined in the heat of the moment. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in their world of passion.

Shraddha clung to him, her nails digging into his back as she met his thrusts with equal fervour. Her gasps and moans filled the room, echoing the symphony of desire that pulsed between them. She had never experienced anything like this before, and it was overwhelming in the most exquisite way.

Dhruv's restraint wavered as he approached the brink of ecstasy. He could feel his release building, an irresistible force that demanded release. With a primal growl, he gave in to the primal urge, moving faster and harder, sending them both hurtling towards the precipice.

Shraddha's body convulsed in a powerful climax, her cries of pleasure mingling with Dhruv's as he found his release. Their bodies trembled together in the throes of passion, their connection deepening with each breathless moment.

As their ragged breaths slowly returned to normal, Dhruv collapsed beside Shraddha, his heart still racing. He gathered her into his arms, holding her close, their bodies slick with sweat and their souls intimately connected. The room felt warmer, cosier, as if it had absorbed the heat of their passion.

Shraddha nestled against Dhruv's chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin. It was a moment of blissful contentment, a sense of fulfilment that neither of them had expected.

"Are you okay, love?" Dhruv asked, pressing a soft kiss to Shraddha's forehead, his voice a gentle whisper in the quiet room.

Shraddha nodded, her eyes heavy with post-lovemaking drowsiness.

"More than okay, Dhruv. That was... incredible." Shraddha whispered softly.

A satisfied smile curved on Dhruv's lips.

"I am glad you think so. We will take it slow from now on. No more rushing." Dhruv said.

Shraddha's eyes sparkled as she looked up at him.

"I would like that." She said huskily.

They lay there, wrapped in each other's arms. In that quiet moment, as the world outside faded, Dhruv and Shraddha discovered a profound connection that transcended mere physical attraction. It was a connection born of desire and vulnerability. Something neither of them had anticipated.

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