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She is in the kitchen, and I was following her. I saw her sitting on the kitchen counter, wearing my oversized white shirt. She looks incredibly seductive in my shirt, leaving me at a loss for words. 

Just seeing her gets me incredibly hard. It's like every breath she takes turns me on—that's the power she has over me. 

"Damn".

She took the honey jar and scooped out a dipper of it, starting to mix it with warm water as part of her daily routine. 

She drank the honey water.

She's really relaxed at home, not even aware that just seeing her can get someone rock hard. Guys, I don't have any issues like premature ejaculation or any other deficiency. 

She's just too seductive for me, and the adrenaline rushes through my body when I see her.

Then she took the dipper and began licking it in an incredibly seductive manner. She started by running her tongue slowly along its length, moving it vertically. Her tongue glided over the honey-covered surface, making sure not to miss a single drop. 

She then switched to horizontal strokes, her tongue tracing every curve and groove with deliberate precision. The sight of her tongue twisting and curling around the dipper sent waves of desire coursing through me.

She wasn't in a hurry; she took her time, savoring each lick, her eyes half-closed in pleasure. She sucked on the dipper with such intensity that I couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like if it were my cock instead. 

The way she moved, her tongue swirling around the dipper and her lips forming a perfect seal, was enough to drive me insane with jealousy. 

That inanimate object was receiving a level of attention I could only dream of.

while I stood there, rock-hard and aching for her touch.

I moved closer to her, wrapping my arms around her waist and turning her to face my chest. She placed her hands on my chest for stability. I inhaled deeply, savoring her intoxicating scent, and felt an overwhelming surge of desire. My body was on the verge of exploding with anticipation.

With a firm yet gentle touch, I tangled my fingers in her hair and pulled her closer. 

I pressed my lips against hers, feeling her surprise at the suddenness of my action it was our first kiss, after all.

She always used to say,

"A sudden kiss is the best kiss ever, no time to prepare yourself and all."

Despite her initial shock, she didn't resist me. I gave her a moment to adjust, half-jokingly hoping she wouldn't be too overwhelmed by the intensity. 

My mind playfully worried, 'kahi iski kidney mein heart attack na ajye' 

{REB: Kya mtlb author yaha bhi apni bckchodi dikhati hu}

As I kissed her, I took my time, savoring every second. 

I explored her lips with mine, moving slowly and deliberately. My tongue traced the contours of her mouth, first vertically, then horizontally. I sucked and smoothed her lips with gentle nibbles and licks, reveling in the taste of her, sweet like honey.

I closed my eyes as she kissed me, her lips soft and delicate, the scent of mint lingering between us. I didn't kiss back, unsure of how to do it. She pulled my lower lip, deepening the kiss, and a strange, indescribable sensation stirred in my stomach. 

"Open your mouth, jaan," she commanded, and I obeyed without hesitation. 

Her tongue slid into my mouth, teasing mine, and everything felt so good, so sweet. A moan nearly escaped me when she tugged and sucked on my upper lip. She kissed me again, her tongue exploring my mouth as she pulled me onto her lap. 

She guided her  hands around my neck, smiling against my lips as she took her time, savoring every moment. 

It felt like all the fireworks of Japan's spring festival exploded in my stomach at once. 

When we finally pulled apart, heat rushed to my face as I realized our position. I was straddling her, her hand on my waist, the other behind her neck. 

I was blushing and breathing heavily, thinking, Holy hell! I just had my first kiss, and I liked it... 

I liked it so much.

I pulled her closer, my fingers digging into her waist, molding her body against mine. As I did, her back arched, pressing her enticingly closer.

As I pressed closer, one leg strategically positioned between her thighs, I couldn't help but revel in the sensation of her warmth seeping through the thin barrier of fabric, igniting a primal longing that pulsed between us.

a realization that sent a jolt of electricity coursing through me she was wet.

Wet from our kiss. 

Wet for me. 

The knowledge that I had such a profound effect on her sent a surge of raw desire coursing through my veins, fueling my hunger for her even more.

With an insatiable hunger, I plundered her lips as if I had endured years of starvation, and she was the only sustenance that could quench my thirst. Every touch of our tongues ignited a fire that consumed us both, drawing us into a whirlwind of passion and desire.

I slammed her lips. She runs her hand in my hairs and pull them gently with a kind of urgency. She try to kiss me back as I gently bite her lips. I nibbled her upper lip and pinch her waist slightly with my hands. 

She gasped because of that and I entered my tongue into her mouth for exploration.  

"Zaviyaarhhiff" She said my name for the very first time that too moaning.

 It's sound so good and melodic. 

"Say it again" I said and wrapped her legs around me. 

Her eyes were closed and cheeks were flushed. She was looking like a godess from heaven for me. 

I wanted to listen my name again from her mouth so I sucked her lips little harshly this time. 

"Zaviyaar" She moans my name again. 

God! It sounds so good and fucking perfect. I want to listen her like this all the time. I lost my all senses while kissing her and melt into her mouth.

I explored every corner of her mouth with an intensity born of longing, tracing the contours of her lips from left to right, our tongues danced in a passionate symphony, each movement a testament to the unspoken yearning that pulsed between us. I delved deeper, losing myself in the intoxicating whirlwind of sensations that enveloped us both. 

As our kiss deepened, savoring the taste of her essence. our breaths became ragged.

And when we finally pulled apart, gasping for air as if we had been submerged beneath the weight of our passion, I knew that this was just the beginning of an insatiable hunger that could never be quenched.

As we huffed for breath, I couldn't resist the urge to show her tenderness in the aftermath of our passionate exchange. With a soft peck on her nose, followed by one on her forehead, I watched with delight as a blush spread across her cheeks like velvet crimson, accentuating her allure in a way that left me utterly captivated. 

"How does she manage to be so cute and sexy at the same time?" I wondered in amazement.

In a bold move, I reached for the honey dipper and traced it delicately along the curve of her neck. As I buried my face in the crook of her neck, I savored the sweet remnants of honey, licking and sucking with an intensity that bordered on obsession. 

I was determined to leave my mark on her skin, to claim her as mine in the most primal of ways.

With each lingering kiss, I left behind a trail of passion, my marks serving as a testament to the undeniable connection that bound us together. 

And as I pulled away, I couldn't help but admire the sight of my handiwork, knowing that I had left an indelible imprint on her, both physically and emotionally.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and lifted her effortlessly, settling her onto the countertop. Our lips met once more, the intensity of our kiss deepening with each passing moment. 

As I trailed kisses down her neck, her shoulder came into view, partially exposed and inviting.

Taking my time, I focused my attention on her shoulder, where a delicate mole caught my eye. I lavished it with kisses, my tongue tracing its contours, sucking gently to leave behind a mark.

 She let out a soft sigh of pleasure as I left a hickey on her mole, a silent declaration of my desire for her.

With a gentle push, I urged her to lay back on the counter, allowing me better access to her.

i take the dipper and applied on her clit and sucked it all the honey she moan.

_____TO BE COUNTINUE_____