All About Her

About two months ago, I realized that I truly wanted to take our relationship to the next level, but I wanted the night to be incredibly special. One rainy night in Bangalore, right after our final university exams had finally ended, we were lying on the comfortable sofa in my apartment watching Vikram. Near the action-packed climax of the movie, we began kissing softly. As usual, the kissing quickly escalated, and we started making out heavily. Pradeep's strong hands went from wrapping around my neck to resting gently on my hips. He began caressing the sides of my stomach over the thin cotton fabric of my kurti as I lay on top of him. When his hands drifted up to the sides of my breasts, however, he suddenly began to stop. His hands started to pull away from my body as I continued rubbing his broad shoulders, and he immediately apologized. It always breaks my heart when he says sorry like that—I know how high a young guy's sex drive is, and I genuinely cannot imagine how physically hard it must be for him to force himself to stop every single time.

"What would you do to me if I told you you didn't have to stop?" I whispered softly into his ear, letting my breath tickle him. I felt his muscular back shiver a little bit against my chest as I playfully nibbled on his earlobe. He was probably incredibly surprised when I asked that, considering I am usually very inhibited physically and come from a rather conservative family background. After he got over his initial shock, he whispered back into my ear in the sexiest, deepest voice I have ever heard him use. It was low with a little raspy growl in it, but it sounded so incredibly soft and gentle at the exact same time. "I just want to pleasure you, Ananya," he said in that captivating voice. I had to bite my lip to suppress a loud groan as he kissed me sensually behind the ear and started firmly rubbing my tense shoulders. "I don't want any pleasure for myself tonight; I just want you to feel completely good. You deserve so much better than me, so I want to be the best boyfriend I can possibly be for you," he confessed.

"Shut up, Pradeep," I told him softly. He didn't have many friends growing up in Chennai, so he has a lingering confidence problem. He's gotten a lot better since we started college, but he still has a complex where he seems to honestly think I wouldn't have stayed with him for this long if he wasn't constantly trying to prove he was good enough. I stared down into his deep, dark brown eyes and saw that he was telling the absolute truth. I knew he was lying about the 'not wanting pleasure' part, but I knew he was telling the truth when he said all he wanted to do was pleasure me. "All right," I whispered as I leaned down and kissed him gently on the lips, "just be gentle with me." He reacted so incredibly quickly that I had completely forgotten how his years of rigorous Kalaripayattu training had given him such lightning-fast reflexes. He effortlessly scooped me up in his arms and carried me off to the bedroom, clicking the TV off with one free arm as I hung onto his neck for dear life.

He laid me down onto the cool bedsheets and immediately began kissing me behind the ear again, his long fingers expertly massaging the knots in my shoulders. I was still kind of nervous about what was actually going to happen tonight, but I couldn't help but relax entirely as the built-up tension seemed to melt straight out of my body under his touch. He knew exactly how to make me relax, and it was a good five minutes later that his strong arms started wandering down lower on my body. He gently took my cotton kurti off by pulling it over my head and leaned up as he looked down at me in the dim light of the bedroom. He gazed at my exposed upper body for so long that I started to feel overwhelmingly uncomfortable and self-conscious, eventually crossing my arms to cover myself up. Pradeep gently grabbed my wrists and tenderly pried them apart, pinning them softly to the mattress. "Why do you cover yourself up?" he asked me, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Because," I whispered back, looking away shyly, "I feel ugly."

"Ananya, you are beautiful," he said firmly, leaving no room for argument, as he leaned down and began to kiss my bare stomach. My breathing rapidly accelerated as I felt his warm, soft lips land on my sensitive skin. "Your body is so slim and in perfect shape," he continued praising me as he worked his hands behind my back to start massaging the muscles along my spine. "Doing all that daily yoga keeps your body so incredibly sexy," he murmured against my skin as he started dipping his warm tongue into my belly button, sending electric shocks through my core. I could barely keep track of what he was saying anymore, as I started to feel my lower body begin to get incredibly moist and heavy with anticipation. "And even if you didn't do yoga, you would still be the sexiest girl in the world. You're just right for me," Pradeep whispered as he came back up to my face level and started lightly sucking on my ear lobe. I couldn't breathe properly, let alone form a coherent sentence to say anything back. He slowly moved to the side of my neck and started sucking gently on my pulse point.

"Pradeep," I moaned loudly in a kind of ecstatic, overwhelming agony as his mouth worked magic on my neck. "Yes?" he answered with a cheeky, boyish grin. Normally, that playful look would have made me laugh out loud, but I was in absolutely no mood for fooling around. My body was definitely aroused to a point of no return: my lower body felt slick and moist, and my nipples were rock hard under the fabric. Every single time I took a breath, they rubbed painfully against the lace of my bra, and I simply couldn't take the friction anymore. "Get this fucking bra off me," I growled at him, surprising myself with my own aggression, as I reached my arm down past my waist, blindly trying to grab his member through his thick track pants. He was making me feel so incredibly good that I desperately wanted to return the favor immediately. I gasped loudly when he suddenly grabbed my wandering hand and slammed it firmly but safely against the mattress—more from shock at him being so utterly dominant than from any actual pain. Actually, it didn't hurt at all; it just turned me on more.

"No, Ananya," he said in a firm, unwavering tone. "Tonight is all about you. Maybe another night the pleasure can be mutual, but definitely not tonight." "But—" I protested weakly, wriggling madly under his strong grasp, my chest practically on fire from the need to be touched. "No buts," he stated, kissing my lips softly to quiet me. "Or I stop right here and now, put my shirt back on, and we go to sleep," he threatened gently. I looked deep into his dark eyes and saw that he was deadly serious about his ultimatum. "All right," I grunted in frustration, "but please take this bra off, I'm begging you." "As you command, my Queen," he chuckled softly as he reached his arms behind my back and began fumbling awkwardly with the tiny hooks of my bra. I waited with bated breath, feeling highly impatient for it to finally come off, all the while feeling that infernal, talented mouth of his suckle wetly at my shoulder and collarbone. Finally, the clasp gave way, and it came completely off.

I sighed in immense relief as the cool air of the AC hit my bare chest, hardening my peaks even more than before. His large hand hovered cautiously above one breast as he looked down at me, silently asking me for permission with his eyes. Even in the middle of this blinding passion, I felt incredibly reassured that I had chosen a true gentleman when I saw he was patiently waiting for my explicit consent. I nodded enthusiastically, and he finally lowered his hands, beginning to lightly squeeze my full breasts. I began uncontrollably muttering and cursing softly under my breath as his deft fingers caressed the sensitive area all around the peak before flicking it oh-so-gently. "Ananya, can I suck on you?" he asked huskily, his voice dropping an octave as my blood began to literally feel as though someone had replaced it with liquid fire. I could only frantically shake my head 'yes' and groan loudly in response, but he suddenly felt like messing with me. "Sorry, I didn't quite catch that," he said playfully, teasing me as he began caressing my chest lighter and lighter, driving me absolutely insane.

"Yes, oh God, yes!" I practically growled out in pure desperation as I began to unconsciously grind my lower body upward against his right thigh. He flashed me a quick, victorious grin and kissed me passionately on the lips once more as he began slowly licking the delicate area completely around my left peak, all while he continued his teasing actions against my right one with his hand and firmly rubbing my scalp with his other hand. "No grinding, Ananya," he warned me softly, stopping his movements just enough to make me whine. "If it's all right with you, I'll touch you down there later," he promised, his hand coming entirely off my breast as he finally leaned down and started to suck greedily on me. He held my thrashing hips perfectly still with his heavy forearms. I stubbornly tried to keep grinding anyway, desperately wanting to know if he was even half as aroused as I currently was. He must have easily seen the burning question in my dilated eyes as we stared at each other through the dim lighting.

"Baby, if you really need to know, I feel like I'm going to completely bust out of my track pants right now," he whispered huskily against my damp skin as he moved his weight slightly off my lower body. I groaned miserably at the sudden lack of friction and tried to just focus on keeping my breathing steady as he smoothly switched sides with his mouth, licking and sucking intensely again. "Touch me," I pleaded in a pitiful, needy voice when I felt like I truly couldn't take the building ache anymore, my hands desperately clutched into the tense muscles of his back. "Touch you where?" he asked innocently, clearly toying with my sanity again. "Down there," I answered honestly, my face flushing a deep shade of crimson red. Without another word, he reached down and began pulling off my tight black leggings while simultaneously kissing my jawline. I enthusiastically wiggled my hips to help him slide the fabric down and accidentally brushed my mound against his prominent groin. He hissed sharply in pleasure but quickly pinned my hips down flat before I could dare do it again.

"I'll pretend that was an accident," he murmured darkly as he leaned back down and began sucking on my chest again. He sighed in deep contentment as he cupped my bare buttocks and firmly rubbed the soft skin of my outer thighs. "God, I absolutely love your body," he murmured as he slowly began working his way further down the bed. Despite exactly how insanely aroused I was, I flinched and pulled back slightly when his face got extremely close to my groin. Seeing this sudden hesitation, he instantly came right back up to my face level, his expression full of concern. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked gently, and I could easily tell, when I had calmed down enough to finally open my eyes to look at him, that he was one hundred percent serious about completely stopping if I asked him to. "No, baby," I answered him softly, reaching up and pulling him in for a deep, reassuring kiss. We enjoyed the tender, loving moment for a minute before he asked once more if he could safely continue. I nodded, and he went right back down to my waiting groin.

He gently started kissing the insides of my knees and worked his way up my thighs agonizingly slowly, all the while his strong hands beautifully kneading the flesh of my buttocks. When he finally started dragging his wet tongue around the tight perimeter of my pink underwear, I cried out loudly, utterly unable to take the teasing anticipation any longer. My fists went from tightly clutching the wrinkled bed sheets to being deeply buried in his thick, dark hair. I forcefully pulled his face down and aggressively ground my hips up into his mouth as he quickly adapted, hot-breath kissing me right through the damp cotton of my underwear. My bare legs instinctively wrapped securely around his broad shoulders and squeezed his neck tightly before he started weakly struggling. I didn't want to ever stop, and he had to lightly pinch my thigh to bring me back down to earth. "Honey, I couldn't breathe," he told me with a breathless chuckle as he gasped for fresh air. I suddenly realized I had practically been squeezing off his blood flow to the brain and profusely apologized, but he insisted it was completely okay.

"Can I finally take off your underwear?" he asked softly. I blushed a deep red and nodded, tightly closing my eyes and mentally preparing to be completely naked in front of a man for the very first time in my adult life. I silently prayed to God that he liked exactly what he saw, and after my pink panties smoothly came off and hit the floor, I nervously glanced down at him. He looked like a little kid seeing an expensive toy he's longed for all year, gazing at my center absolutely avidly. "Do I... do I look all right, Pradeep?" I asked him in a highly tentative whisper. "Baby, you look absolutely perfect," he said reverently as he lowered his head slightly closer and delicately sniffed me. "But I thought girls usually had way more hair than this," he asked in genuine curiosity. I blushed harder, but quietly told him I trimmed myself every now and then so it was much easier to clean in the humid Indian weather. For the absolute record, I'm not totally shaved down there, I'm just neatly trimmed.

Pradeep slowly lowered his head and looked up at me again, silently asking, practically begging for permission with those expressive eyes. I nodded quickly and let out a small, sharp scream when I felt the flat of his tongue suddenly lick directly around my outer lips. His large hands blindly found mine on the mattress, and I squeezed his fingers tight as he began passionately kissing my nether lips with his upper ones. I frantically ground my trembling body into his warm face and thrashed wildly as he licked my most sensitive spot for the very first time. When he expertly repeated the slick motion, I completely froze; I was so utterly overwhelmed by the intense new sensations rocketing like fireworks through my entire body. "Don't I smell weird?" I anxiously asked when he finally took a brief break thirty seconds later to catch his breath. "A little bit natural," he admitted rather sheepishly, not wanting to offend me. "But you definitely don't taste bad, no matter what you think in your head," he continued smoothly. "It's more tart and sweet than anything else," he finished as he started caressing the area right outside my outer lips.

When he actually stuck his wet tongue deep inside me, I completely snapped. I half-groaned, half-screamed his name into the quiet apartment as I firmly grabbed his head and desperately tried to pull his mouth even deeper into me. I acutely felt his tongue actively probing and licking my insides while his thumb rhythmically brushed against my center, and I suddenly felt my lower body rapidly tensing for my first-ever climax. Just as I felt like my mind was going to entirely shatter from the sheer pleasure, he cruelly pulled back. As I grunted and groaned loudly and violently thrust my hips into naught but thin air, he calmly waited for me to settle down. I glared at him with murder in my eyes and was ready to literally scream at him before he crawled up and kissed me wildly. His hot tongue thrust deep into my mouth as he simultaneously slipped a slick finger right inside me. I gasped sharply from the much more solid feeling intrusion but definitely didn't complain about it. When he smoothly slipped another thick finger inside, he began sliding them in and out.

As he pumped his fingers while expertly rubbing my center every ten seconds or so, I gripped his muscular arm tightly and dug my fingernails deep into his skin. "Ananya, I love you so much," Pradeep said breathlessly as I felt my muscles rapidly tensing up to the edge once again. He must have easily sensed the impending climax, though, and playfully pulled his hand away once again. I wailed in total frustration at the quick drop in tension in my body and glared fiercely at him, fully ready to slap his shoulder. "No more games anymore, I swear," he promised sincerely before easily dodging my weak smack and diving back down between my thighs again. He began ruthlessly sucking on me as he immediately thrust two fingers deep inside me again, groaning something muffled against my skin about exactly how incredibly tight and wet and hot I was. As I felt those strong fingers of his aggressively curl upwards and rub firmly against something sensitive deep inside, I suddenly felt the absolute worst feeling in the world—like I was going to instantly pee the bed.

I frantically tried to get out of his iron grasp, moaning in panic that I was going to wet myself, but he stubbornly held me down and told me firmly that I wasn't going to, and to just trust him completely. When his second hand moved down and started rhythmically rubbing the sensitive area right beneath, I simply couldn't physically control my reactions anymore and finally let the massive coil of tension inside me break completely. I screamed his name at the top of my lungs as my entire body convulsed wildly against the mattress. Not just my nether-regions: I distinctly felt the tight muscles in my arms and legs violently contract and release sporadically for about a solid minute before they finally started slowly relaxing into a puddle. Suddenly entirely too tired to even move a muscle, I collapsed heavily against the soft bed, feeling incredibly sore but utterly wonderful. Pradeep was right up by my side in an absolute instant, and I held on to his chest for dear life as I slowly relaxed, while he softly rubbed my sweaty body and soothingly talked to me in a gentle, reassuring voice.

About half an hour later, just as I slowly began to happily drift off to sleep to the hum of the AC, I heard Pradeep say softly, "Baby, Ananya, I want to make you come again," before he gently but firmly rolled my limp body over onto my stomach. I was far too weak and satisfied to move, let alone properly protest, completely trusting him as he started wetly licking and kissing the soft skin of my buttocks. I felt a little bit naturally embarrassed at the exposure, but moaned loudly in deep pleasure when he started mercilessly teasing my outer lips with his darting tongue again. As he smoothly slipped his wet fingers back inside my core, I grunted a bit in discomfort, still feeling a little tender and sore from the first round. When his fingers started firmly rubbing against that specific spot inside again, however, that minor soreness was entirely forgotten in a flash. I started shamelessly grinding down against the bedsheets, yelping in total surprise as he suddenly scooped my body up by my armpits, lifting my torso.

He started passionately sucking on the nape of my neck again, leaving dark marks, as he relentlessly continued probing me with his busy fingers. His other free hand reached around and started roughly caressing my heavy breasts again, and I started desperately thrusting back into his moving fingers, panting wildly into the quiet room. I could barely even form words to talk, and I gasped out brokenly that I was definitely going to come again when he suddenly began thrusting much faster, but intentionally gentler so as not to hurt my sensitive core. My spine arched like a bow as I felt a massive second orgasm violently rip through my trembling body; it was not quite as mind-bendingly strong as the first one, but definitely just as physically good. I fell back flat as he completely disappeared from behind me, only to be utterly surprised when I felt his wet mouth directly on my center once again. My eyes literally rolled back into my skull as he roughly threw my legs over his broad shoulders and picked my lower body completely up off the mattress.

We awkwardly looked as though we were physically working together in a messy wrestling hold, though I was obviously facing the wrong way, and I definitely felt like this unique angle was a whole lot more fun. My bare, sweaty back hit the cool plaster wall behind the bed as he hungrily licked and playfully nibbled on me, easily supporting my entire lower weight on his strong shoulders and safely holding my thrashing hands in his own warm grip. I desperately struggled to consciously control my erratic breathing as I came yet again—the second intense climax in a row in mere minutes. Unable to physically lean backwards due to the wall, my core muscles involuntarily hunched sharply forward into his waiting face. As he began slowly leaning back onto the mattress, my damp forehead smashed gently into the pillows again. His talented mouth literally never stopped moving against my skin, and once again his slippery fingers eagerly joined into the mix. Heavy sweat poured off my heated body, and I panted desperately for air as his free hand firmly caressed my trembling hips.

His pointer finger playfully circled my back exit, the fingertip entirely slick from my own copious juices. When he cautiously dipped his finger into me up to the very first knuckle, I gasped sharply as shocking new sensations rapidly joined in the overwhelming array of pleasurable ones I was already intensely feeling. I was barely even able to move my limbs at this point, but I rhythmically alternated between violently grinding down into his wet mouth and thrusting my hips up into his invading finger. I greedily gathered my breath in for another massive orgasm not more than three short minutes later and screamed his name absolutely shamelessly into the messy sheets as I came so incredibly hard I almost genuinely passed out from the sheer, blinding pleasure of it all. "No... more—please, Pradeep, no, I'm begging you—no more," I desperately gasped out and whispered brokenly as he finally relented and gently rolled me back onto my exhausted back. "All right, honey," he said soothingly as he lovingly rubbed my sweaty shoulders to help relax my trembling muscles.

Despite the massive physical ordeal my body had just magically gone through, I still felt it recovering relatively quickly—the clear benefit of having rigorously worked out and done intensive yoga five times a week ever since I was in high school. "So, how exactly was that?" Pradeep asked me softly about ten minutes later, after I had finally calmed down enough to breathe normally again. "I literally can't even describe it," I said breathlessly, happily shaking my head and brushing my sweat-soaked hair entirely out of my eyes. "Well, it's still pretty early in the night," Pradeep said lightly, glancing toward the window. I casually looked at the digital clock on the nightstand and was utterly surprised to see it was only nine-thirty in the evening. "What do you want to do now?" "I honestly don't know," I said smoothly, quite untruthfully. "You don't know? Well, what do you think?" Pradeep asked me with a knowing, lopsided grin. I smiled back warmly—it's one of our old private jokes. "I think..." I started coyly before suddenly rolling on top of him and firmly pinning his shoulders down, kissing him passionately, "that it's finally my turn."