POV-
Sanvi and Pranjal's late-night phone calls weren't sweet nothings; they were molten lava, each word a lick, a promise of the skin-on-skin inferno they both craved. Years of digital whispers had only sharpened the edge of their desire, every shared fantasy a blueprint for the moment they'd finally collide. They confessed the dirty corners of their minds, the images that flashed when they touched themselves, the ache that only the other could scratch.
Sanvi's voice was thick with need, a low purr that vibrated through the phone line.
Sanvi- "Pranjal," she'd breathe, the sound like a caress, "I need to see you. Not just your pixelated face. I need your eyes on mine, your breath on my neck."
Pranjal- Pranjal would groan, the sound raw and needy. "Tell me about it, baby. My hands have memorized the curve of your ghost on my screen.
Sanvi- But I want the real thing. I want to taste you, feel you... everywhere."
He'd pause, a hint of reluctance in his tone.
Pranjal - "Just give me a little more time. I want to be able to give you everything, be completely on my own two feet before I lose myself in you."
Sanvi's patience had snapped like a worn-out bra strap.
Sanvi- "Fuck your feet, Pranjal. I'm not waiting another goddamn minute. My body is screaming for yours. I'm booking your ticket. First class. And a car will be waiting. All you need to do is show up and let me worship you."
Pranjal's resistance crumbled.
Pranjal- "Sanvi... are you serious?" A nervous thrill laced his voice. "I can tell my parents it's a trip with the boys... I can handle the rest, I swear. Just..."
Sanvi- "Just pack your bags, your tightest jeans, and that smirk I love," Sanvi interrupted, her voice husky with anticipation. "I'm taking care of everything else. Tomorrow. Be ready. My address is hitting your inbox because if I have to wait another second, I might just lose my goddamn mind and drive to you naked."
"Alright, my wild thing," Pranjal breathed, the surrender in his voice making Sanvi's core clench.
"See you tomorrow. Prepare to be thoroughly... worshipped in return."
Sanvi became a woman possessed. Every lingerie set she owned was laid out, the most scandalous ones front and center. She stocked up on gourmet chocolates, the kind that melted slow and sinful on the tongue, and enough snacks to fuel a weekend of relentless fucking. Her own body was her masterpiece in progress - extra attention paid to every curve, every inch of skin she knew
Pranjal's hands would soon explore. She shaved every last hair, her fingers slick with anticipation. She wanted to be a smooth, wet canvas for his touch.
Next Day~
Sanvi's hotel's room felt charged, humming with the electricity of impending collision. She paced, her inner monologue a litany of dirty possibilities.
Sanvi( thinking)- When he walks through that door... do I play coy for a millisecond before I pounce? Offer him a drink while my eyes devour him? No. Fuck no. The second he's in my airspace, I'm going to taste him.
And then, the buzzer. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat announcing the arrival of her long-awaited sin.
She yanked the door open, and there he was. Not the awkward boy from years ago, but a man sculpted from lust and longing.
His shoulders filled the doorway, his eyes held a predatory gleam, and his jaw... his jaw looked like it could crack walnuts.
Sanvi's breath hitched. He was even more devastating in the flesh.
Pranjal stepped inside, the scent of his cologne - musky and intoxicating - filling the air. He dropped his duffel bag, his gaze locked on Sanvi, a slow burn igniting in his eyes.
Before he could utter a single polite greeting, Sanvi launched herself at him, a feral cry escaping her lips. Her arms wrapped around his thick neck, her body molding against his, every curve screaming his name.
Her mouth crashed onto his, a desperate, open-mouthed assault. This wasn't a sweet reunion; it was a primal claiming. Their tongues tangled, a wet, urgent dance that spoke of years of pent-up hunger.
Teeth grazed lips, a prelude to more savage bites. The kiss deepened, becoming a frantic exploration, a desperate attempt to merge into one being. Pranjal's hands roamed her back, pulling her impossibly closer, his fingers digging into the small of her back as if trying to imprint her onto his skin.
He didn't waste a second. His hands dipped under her shirt, his fingers finding the clasp of her bra with practiced ease. It was discarded without
ceremony, landing softly on the floor.
Sanvi moaned into his mouth as his palms cupped her bare breasts, his thumbs teasing her already hard nipples. He broke the kiss, his hot breath ghosting over her swollen flesh before his mouth latched onto one peak, sucking hard, drawing a sharp cry from her. He bit down gently, then harder, while his other hand squeezed and kneaded her other breast, a relentless assault on her senses.
Sanvi's head lolled back against the wall, her moans echoing in the sudden quiet between his hungry sucks. Pranjal moved lower, his lips tracing a fiery path down her neck, across her collarbone, the wet heat igniting a trail of goosebumps.
He nuzzled into the valley between her breasts, his breath hot against her skin. His hands were everywhere, exploring, possessive. He tugged at her shirt, ripping it open impatiently, the buttons scattering like fallen promises.
Her fingers were just as frantic, fumbling with the buckle of his belt. The leather creaked in protest before giving way. She slid the zipper down, her knuckles brushing against the hard ridge beneath. Pranjal groaned, his hips bucking slightly. She pushed his pants down his thighs, revealing thick, powerful legs and the dark shadow between them.
He'd already ripped his own shirt off, his chest a wall of hard muscle and tight skin.
Sanvi's gaze dropped, fixated on the bulge straining against his briefs. She reached out, her fingers tracing the outline, feeling the immediate jump and twitch beneath her touch. Pranjal's breath hitched, his hands tightening on her breasts.
He couldn't wait any longer. He scooped her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, her bare skin rubbing against his legs. He carried her, not towards the bedroom, but towards the nearest flat surface
- the coffee table in the living room. He laid her down, his eyes never leaving hers, a predatory gleam in their depths.
He knelt between her legs, his gaze possessive as he reached for the hem of her skirt. It was yanked up, bunching around her waist, revealing the lacy scrap of her panties. He didn't linger. His fingers slipped beneath the elastic, and with a swift tug, they were gone, leaving her completely bare, exposed to his hungry gaze.
Pranjal's breath hitched. The sight of her, open and vulnerable, was almost unbearable. He lowered his head, inhaling deeply, the scent of her arousal filling his nostrils, driving him wild.
He spread her legs wider with his hands, giving himself the perfect view, the perfect access.
And then his tongue was there, a hot, wet invasion. He plunged deep, tasting the slick sweetness, the essence of her desire. He sucked and laved, his mouth a relentless predator devouring its prey. His fingers splayed against her inner thighs, holding her open, guiding his mouth to her most sensitive spot. He nipped and teased her clit, sending shockwaves of pure sensation through her body.
Pranjal wanted to see every shudder, every gasp. He used his hands to spread her open even further, his eyes locked on the slick, swollen folds. He inhaled deeply, a low growl rumbling in his chest, before his tongue traced a slow, deliberate line from her opening up to her clit, a wet, tantalizing caress.
Sanvi was teetering on the edge, her body convulsing with the force of her approaching orgasm. But a primal part of her held back, wanting more, wanting the roughness, the desperation, the complete surrender. She wanted to be taken apart, piece by delicious piece.
This was just the foreplay, the appetizer before the main course of their long-awaited, ravenous feast.
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