Rohit felt a surge of adrenaline when Ragini accepted his proposal in a meek tone.
The confident, commanding woman was gone—what stood before him now was a maiden surrendering like a shy bride on her first night.
The contrast amused him, yet thrilled him even more.
Her fragrance lingered in the air. It was intoxicating, almost like an aphrodisiac that fueled his hunger.
Pinning her hands above with one of his, he let the other glide slowly along her cheek, savoring the warmth of her flushed skin.
Ragini's face turned red, her gaze slipping downward as though too shy to meet his eyes. But Rohit tilted her chin up, forcing her to look at him.
"You have the most beautiful face I've ever laid eyes on," he whispered, his voice low but serious.
Her breath quickened, chest rising and falling rapidly, inticing her excitement. Yet she remained silent, as though words might break the spell between them.
Rohit's lips curved faintly. "I hope you won't mind if I… taste it."
At that, she glanced up briefly, then shyly looked away again, a flicker of a playful smile tugging at her lips. In a teasing murmur, she replied without meeting his eyes, "And how exactly are you planning to do that?"
Her tone wasn't a challenge—it carried curiosity, laced with hidden anticipation of the inevitable.
Rohit leaned in and playfully flicked his tongue against the tip of her nose. Ragini twisted her head sideways, as if to hide, but with her wrists pinned, escape was impossible.
"Move… you'll ruin my makeup," she complained breathlessly.
Rohit brushed his lips over her soft cheek, pressing a kiss there before teasing her skin with the faintest stroke of his tongue. "I see no makeup here," he murmured. "Or maybe it's just too subtle to notice."
Her face burned hotter at his words, and her body jolted at the tingling sensation his touch stirred.
He didn't stop there and continued harrasing her
She couldn't help but endure it, her body stiffening at each teasing stroke.
Rohit smirked as he caught on. "Look at you… so sensitive." He was thrilled to see the adorable expressions she made with every lick.
He kept his tongue dry, careful not to let saliva dampen the mood, and slowly trailed downward until it brushed along the delicate line of her neck.
Ragini shuddered, a helpless moan slipping past her lips."Ah~"
He wanted to press on but the tailored jacket blocked his path further down. Frustrated yet amused, Rohit shifted his focus back to her lips.
Ragini turned her head in defiance, refusing him. But Rohit caught her chin, steadying it gently with his fingers. When her resistance wavered, he brushed his tongue across her lips in a slow, wet stroke, tracing their outline.
Her breath hitched. Understanding his intent, Ragini finally closed her eyes and parted her lips.
Rohit wasted no time, sliding his tongue inside on the opportune movement, savoring the warmth and slick sweetness of her mouth.
At first, she stayed still, uncertain. But his relentless teasing wore her down, until her own tongue moved in answer. Their mouths locked in a heated dance to rub.. feel.. and dominate the other.
The kiss deepened into something wild, and desperate. They devoured each other like starved souls finally tasting their first meal.
Rohit's hands weren't idle. While his lips consumed hers, he slid down her saree's pallu and tugged at the strap of her purse, easing it off her shoulder until it dropped with a soft thud.
Freeing her arms, he gripped her shoulders firmly, tugged at the jacket, and in one swift motion turned her to face away.
His fingers worked with slow movements, loosening the fabric and drawing it down her arms until it slipped away completely, leaving her in the saree-gown alone.
The upper half hugged her like a sleek, modern blouse that flowed seamlessly into the skirt. Yet her shoulders were bare, held only by the thinnest straps clinging to her skin.
Lower down, a web of intricate threads crisscrossed, concealing what lay beneath while daring him to test their hold.
Rohit smirked at his fate. He abandoned the thought of undoing the design altogether and instead set his focus on what the gown had left deliciously exposed.
With one arm he wrapped her waist and drew her body firmly close against him. The soft curve of her ass cheeks pressed back into his lower abdomen, their faint bounce of sensation made his pulse quicken.
Leaning down, he pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades. Ragini arched instinctively, a tremor rippling through her body at the sudden touch.
Rohit's dick sleeping till now twitched as it got firmly pressed by her ass.
Emboldened, he moved upward, pressing slow kisses along her back, tasting her skin until his lips found her shoulder.
"Mmh!~"
Ragini trembled beneath each touch, her breath growing uneven. Every nerve seemed alive to the tingling path he carved across her body.
His hands didnt rest. One held her waist tight, keeping her ass pressed against him as he ground forward, while the other slid up to cup her left breast.
It was soft and full, too much to fit in his grasp, and he kneaded it before shifting to claim the other.
The feeling was heavenly. His dick throbbing in his pants as he squeezed and played with her breasts. His hands moved restlessly,molding and exploring her curves however he pleased.
His mouth traveling from her neck to the shell of her ear.
Ragini gasped as her body jerked slightly at the sudden rush of sensations. Waves of pleasure and tingling heat surged through her veins, making it hard to keep control.
Rohit's arousal pulsed at its peak as he kept grinding himself against her plump ass. Their garments did little to hinder the sensation, his dick throbbing harder with each movement.
"Aah~"
A sharp moan slipped from Ragini's lips before she could catch herself. Flustered, she slapped a hand over her mouth, cheeks burning as if her own body had betrayed her.
"Wait… Rohit, no," she stammered breathlessly, her voice trembling between resistance and longing. "What if someone comes?"
He kissed her ear again, whispering warm against her skin. "Don't worry. I locked it earlier."
His calm assurance steadied her nerves, but her body betrayed her even faster.
Every kiss on her neck, every brush of his lips, every squeeze of her breasts made her shiver and arch back into him, her breath breaking into helpless whimpers. She tried to push away, yet the pleasure held her captive.
Then his hand drifted lower, dangerously. He let go of her breast and tightened his hold on her waist, while his other hand searched for an opening in the folds of her saree.
His fingers slid in with practiced ease, only to be stopped by the thin barrier of her panties. Even through the fabric, he could feel the faint outline of her dampened core.
When his fingers pressed firmly against it, Ragini's body jolted as if struck by lightning.
Instinctively, she snapped her thighs shut, trapping his hand between them. But it was futile—Rohit's grip on her waist held her steady, leaving her trembling in his arms.
Rohit didn't back down. He pressed his hand more firmly, forcing his touch against the shape of her lower lips. Even through the thin fabric, the light rub made Ragini tremble, her resistance weakening with every stroke.
He loosened his grip on her waist only to guide her head, turning it gently as he leaned in to claim her lips once more.
"Mmh—!" she whimpered, her voice muffled as his mouth captured hers, stealing her breath in urgent, hungry kisses.
Her legs quivered beneath her, the friction sparking a helpless moan that escaped from deep in her throat.
The longer his fingers moved with steady, deliberate strokes, the more her defenses crumbled.
Ragini fought to cling to reason, but her body betrayed her, crying out for more. With a soft, broken sigh, she gave in.
Both hands pressed against the wall, her back arching as she leaned into him—silently pleading for him not to stop.
It had been so long since she'd allowed herself to feel this way, and the flood of sensation left her trembling in surrender.
Every brush of his touch, every stolen kiss chipped away at her defenses, leaving her caught between shame and desperate bliss.
For that fleeting moment, she wanted to forget everything—except the way he was making her feel alive.
After nearly ten minutes of heated kisses, breathless moans, and his relentless rubbing, Ragini's body finally trembled in release.
Overwhelmed, she covered her face with both palms, too embarrassed to meet his eyes—even though this was far from her first time.
Rohit, though a little disappointed at stopping there, still felt satisfied.
The gown's design had kept him from exploring further, but he hadn't wanted to risk ruining her dress. And the subtle dampness left against his hand drew a wry, triumphant smile to his lips.
He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her hand, still hiding her cheeks. "Now, now… will you stop covering your face?
We've already done more than this before—you've even seen me completely bare."
Ragini shook her head firmly, refusing to move her hands.
Rohit chuckled, embracing her tighter and gently trying to part her fingers.
"This isn't fair. I already missed my chance to taste you—your saree ruined that. And now you won't even show me your face?"
At his words, Ragini froze, her heart thudding.
The idea of what he had been planning earlier sent heat rushing through her. Part of her was touched—no man in her life had ever been willing to go so far for her pleasure.
Yet another part wrestled with her own shy guilt, unable to look at him after letting him touch her so intimately.
Rohit teased again, lowering his voice. "If you don't let me see your face, I might just lift that saree and put my face there instead."
That made her jolt free from his arms as if the embrace had never held her.
She quickly slipped past him, down the staircase, creating distance though her cheeks still burned. "That's enough, Rohit. You asked for five minutes—you've taken more than fifteen."
A faint blush colored her face, but an amused smile tugged at her lips as she steadied herself against the wall.
"We still have time—" Rohit began.
But Ragini raised her palm sharply. "No. Absolutely not. After knowing what you had in mind, I can't allow that… not here."
She adjusted her crumpled pallu, scolding him softly. "Look what you've done to my dress. Rohit, you need to value time and place."
Despite her words, Rohit found her resistance exhilarating. It wasn't rejection—only restraint. He smirked.
"So, what now? How do we use the time we have left?"
Ragini gathered her loosened hair and began fixing her bun. "You know the suit I booked? Call Chanu or Pathak and fix youself. I also need to change."
Rohit sighed, rolling his eyes. "What about this?" He gestured shamelessly at the bulge pressing against his pants.
She smirked, securing her bun. She knew not releasing was ok as recomended by doctor, "Don't play that game, Rohit. You should've thought of that earlier before escalating. Besides… we still have a pending date."
Rohit's grin widened. "Ah, very good—you reminded me."
"Good. Now, be a gentleman," Ragini said firmly, though her voice softened. "Leave and let me change in peace. We'll figure out your… issue later."
Rohit bowed theatrically, grumbling, "As you command, my queen."
Ragini shook her head, failing to suppress a giggle at his dramatics.