Ah, so some hot and sexy scenes ahead.

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                          Song recommendation for this chapter: Fire on fire by Sam Smith

🎵Fire on fire would normally kill us,

But this much desire, together, we're winners

They say that we're out of control and some say we're sinners

But don't let them ruin our beautiful rhythms

'Cause when you unfold me and tell me you love me

And look in my eyes

You are perfection, my only direction.🎵

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Need and desire floods my body melting into his as I capture his lips, pulling them into mine as I climb up onto his lap, the nightmare and the harrowing past forgotten. The suddenness of the action shocks him as he stills for a moment before responding to my persistent lips. His kiss is slow, tantalizing and demanding. His hands slide round my waist before tugging me forwards with a gentle push of his palm on my back, bringing our chests close together.

I bring my hands to rest on his chest before moving them downwards until I reach the hem of his t-shirt and tugging it upwards. We break away for a moment as he pulls over the t-shirt and throws it away now baring his chest. My fingers glide over his naked, smooth chest reeling in the warmth his body radiates. His lips skim over my cheeks to my jawbone, pausing near my ears once to kiss me behind my ear before trailing down the side of my neck. The muscles inside the deepest, darkest part of me clench in the most delicious fashion.

My fingers clasp the bedsheet tightly as my back arches into him, pushing my breasts forward giving him the opportunity. My breath comes out in short spurts while I reign in the moan that craws my inside when his teeth nibbles on the soft skin of my neck. His lips skim over my collar bone down to the top of my cleavage before his tongue lashes out, as he kisses the mole there.

He continues grazing his teeth there before tugging the material of my dress with his teeth. I wrap my legs around his waist as he hauls me up before turning back to put me on bed, my back lying on the bed. He breaks free of my arms before he sits up and pulls me along before he slides my kameez over my head baring my upper body only covered by a pale bra that doesn't hide the protruding nipples. Cold air strikes my body, rising goosebumps in its wake. My hands move immediately to cover my body, aware of his heated gaze on my flesh.

In spite of the boldness I showed while I kissed him, I suddenly feel shy as his gaze sweeps over my bared breasts in admiration. It is the first time, I have been so close to a man, been lying vulnerable to a man's hungry gaze. He pulls my hands away, staring at me with those unblinking grey eyes before pushing me back onto bed and undoing the strings of my salwar pants. They glide out easily exposing my olive toned legs. Thankfully, I have shaved this time and I feel more than confident because of my perfectly toned legs.

Almost naked with only a bracier and a panty covering my womanhood, I pull him to me wanting his body to shield me, meeting his lips once again. His hands glide over my exposed, warm flesh leaving no place untouched. My body arches meeting his in urgent need and he takes the opportunity to glide his hands behind tugging open the bra hook in one go.

His success makes me slightly jealous wondering how many hooks had he opened before to have done it one go. Before I can break away to protest he deepens the kiss, driving out all the thoughts of my head with only need and want coursing my insides. The increasing need to possess him drives me crazy as I arch into him urging him to me, a want to be one taking over me.

He breaks away from my lips, slightly pulling upwards to rest his, resting his body on his one arm and the other playing with my bra straps. He slides them down, exposing them, making them vulnerable to the heat in his eyes. I close my eyes unable to look at him anymore. I feel hot all over, my body screaming for him like a feline in heat.

"Open your eyes." That one command and my eyes open immediately. I am surprised how my body obeys him as if he owns it.

Not wanting to succumb to his heated gaze, I close them again intentionally before pulling his head down to my breasts that are waiting for his attention. He abides as he takes one pointed bud in his mouth, but the bite that follows has me opening my eyes in pain and pleasure as a moan leaves my mouth.

He chuckles, muffled by my skin before his other hand having opened the strings of his pant moves to enclose my other breast, kneading it. His lips move onto the other breast before he takes it in as well, circling the tip with wet lashes of his tongue. I gasp when his hand leaves my breast to move down my waist to the band of my panties tugging it. He doesn't waste a moment before his hands slip inside, parting the wet folds with a finger before gently moving up and down my slit with one and then two fingers. Impatience sets in as he moves his fingers slowly as I wiggle slightly at his touch. My fingers dig in his shoulders while I resist closing my eyes as he continues his tantalizing touch.

He rubs the hard knob, before dipping down into my wet core, slipping a finger inside. I tense up from the electricity of his touch, the sheer intense pleasure of having someone touch me there for the first time. College is often the time most of us lose our virginities. I never really gave a thought to my sexuality or the pleasures associated with it. He takes his sweet time massaging my entire vulva using my wetness, occasionally slipping a finger inside me setting up a rhythm before pulling out to tease my clit.

"I want you." I moan, unable to hold in my desire any longer. I want him inside me for reasons I am not aware. I want the last remaining gap to fade away, to fill up the tiniest space between us. I am not aware why I want him so bad, why I want him to possess me like no other. I am not even sure what tomorrow holds for us, will I go back regretting this or will I go back to hating him, all I know is I want him in this moment and that is what matters.

"I know," he says looking down at me. I am glad he doesn't say how wet I am for him. That would be more embarrassing than the ferocity with which I need him to fill me. My eyes move from his to look down to find his pants off only in a boxer. While he continues his assaults hidden by my panties, my hands glide down to the top of his boxer. My fingers tense up as they glide along the strap, tensed at the unknown boundary. Writhing with the frustration to cum, I suck up the courage and glide down his black boxers finally freeing his member. My fingers graze the base of his shaft, while my eyes seek his permission. However confident I seem, I am rather nervous having never held a man this way. I don't want my inexperience to repel him. I take a deep breath still looking into his eyes before I hold his shaft enclosing it in my hands in a tight fist. His eyes close immediately, while he throws his head backwards exhaling a shaky breath as I start moving my hands in a rhythm the way he is doing with his fingers down there.

He pulls out his hands only to stop me, " I can't. Not now." He says before he tugs my panties down, thus exposing my entire flesh to his hungry eyes.

He aligns his body, covering mine with his bulging arms. He moves down kissing my navel then the insides of my thigh. I moan as he continues kissing the insides of my thigh. I want him to kiss me there, but the sly bastard doesn't. Instead he spreads my legs wider before coming up. I moan from frustration when he does so, but a kiss on the lips quietens me. My fingers entangle themselves in his wild, soft mane, tugging them. My go round his waist tangling behind in a lock. The tip of his hard core pressed into my hot, wet, soft, core probing entry but he doesn't move instead stares at me as I do the same.

This is probably the most vulnerable moment of my life where I have laid down myself for a man, I barely know about. Another time I would have smacked myself for my stupidity but in this moment I can't. I realise I have been only holding back until now, citing hundreds of different reasons thinking him to be the enemy. It is this moment I realise I love him. Maybe I loved him from the moment I saw him, in spite of the given circumstances. It is this moment I realise love doesn't have a particular time and a place and a set of conditions to fulfill. We fall in love when we shouldn't and we can spend our lifetime justifying it, but it can never be justified.

In this moment, I feel content and safe to be in his arms, to be with him however the conditions we are in. It is this moment as I look into his grey eyes silently probing him to realize my lovestruck condition. The resounding silence grows between us, probably waiting for the other to say something, something to stop the other from taking the final step.

"Is it the moment where you ask me if I am sure?" I finally break the silence.

He chuckles shaking his head, "Even if you say no, I can't stop now."

"Such lack of restraint?"

"Only for you." He says before sliding inside smoothly, discomfort and pain settling in making me shut my eyes. He stills seeing the look on my face. I pull him to me, not able to bear the distance such that his warm breath fans my neck.

"Go on." I urge, holding onto him not wanting this to stop, not wanting us to stop. He starts moving slowly, setting a rhythm as he moves in and out of my wet core. Our bodies clash against each other, every swing of his hips touching a nerve ending, unleashing a chaos within me. We struggle to breathe while every touch feels electrifying. I close my eyes, as the sensations electrify thousand times more, making every stroke mind-boggling. He picks up his pace, now slamming into me as a mind numbing sensation starts to rise inside, numbing my body while trying to break free. The primal need to possess him overtakes me more than before as I tighten my legs around his hips. With a final slam of his hips, I break free as an earth shattering scream breaks out. My body feels like falling off a cliff on a pile of tingling ecstasy.

I breath in his heady scent as my limbs fall limp still clinging on to me. He breaks free shortly after with a scream of my name. The primal need makes me tighten my arms around him on hearing my name come out of his lips. His body falls limp on mine, his shaft still inside me. I tighten my arms pulling him to be as we both breathe heavily, the room alight with sound of our harsh breathing.

After a moment I break the silence, "As much I like it, you are heavy. I can't breathe."

His chuckle comes out muffled from where his face rests in the crook of my neck before he pulls himself up and lies down beside me. I want to latch onto him, like a man latches onto that piece of wood in a sinking ship but afraid to be regarded as rather clingy, I stay put. Rather I pull my hands covering my body, now feeling conscious of my nudity. He sits up to bring the covers, covering us both, while setting the temperature two degrees lower. He lies down, then pulls me by the waist resting his chin in the crook of my neck.

"Aren't you just lucky? You got a virgin?" I ask, wanting him to say something. We have been so quiet through the entire duration that I wonder if he takes me for a loose character.

"I am lucky." He says, bringing his face to look up at me, "I am lucky to have got you, virgin or not."

"Aren't you a sweet talker?" I ask squinting my eyes trying to stop the smile from breaking free.

"Women are indeed complicated." He asserts as if it's a theory he just proved.

Do you. . .do you think I have a loose character? I want to ask him. But wouldn't that sound stupid? Why am I all of a sudden getting insecure?

"You never took my name tonight." He says suddenly.

"Is Basheer your real name? I didn't want to say a name that's not yours."

His lips turn up on side in a smile before he kisses me on the cheek. Had I not been graced with my skin tone, I would have been blushing red right now at a simple peck.

"Perhaps then you can scream my name when I get to tell you that." He says, his eyes twinkling at the indication.

Would we still be together? A rash decision on my part took us to this point. My heart clenches at the indication, but I shake it away not wanting my theories to ruin the newly established ecstasy. What matters now is the moment now. In this moment he's mine, he's here with me. I won't ruin it with expectations or by thinking about the future. The future holds what it holds and the present is mine.

"Perhaps I will." I say joining my lips to his in a soft, gentle caress more of a promise than a goodbye.

He looks at me once we break free before pulling me to his chest, pressing me to him and kissing the top of my head once before the exhaustion takes over and we both fall asleep.

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Do you think it was way too fast? I guess you fall in love in the weirdest of situations. I used to think, I could fall in love after I know that guy for at least 2 years. Weird thing as it is, I fell in love at first sight. How cheesy, right? 😂It took me minutes to decide, it was him I wanted. For him however, he took a few months. And darn, they were some agonizing, painful months.

It's been 2 years since I know him and almost 1 year we got in a relationship, 1 year we got into our dream professions.( Medical College) ❤(Lucky me)

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