Rohit felt a surge of adrenaline when Ragini nodded meekly, accepting his proposal.
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, intoxicating, like an aphrodisiac fueling his hunger.
Pinning her hands above her head 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, enticing 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 harassing 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 back 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-blouse alone.
The upper half of the blouse hugged her breasts tightly, the fabric stretching to hold their full shape. Her shoulders were completely bare except for the thin straps that rested lightly on her skin.
Lower down, the blouse had a crisscross design of thin threads across her back — it covered her skin but left just enough visible to tease what was underneath.
Between the blouse and the saree's folds was a tempting strip of bare skin that drew his eyes and made his pulse quicken. Below that, the saree wrapped around her hips and legs like a flowing skirt.
Rohit smirked at his luck. Undoing a saree and blouse was completely new to him, and he didn't want to fumble on his first real try. He gave up on figuring out the complicated design and instead focused on what the blouse had already left deliciously exposed.
With one arm he wrapped around her bare waist and pulled her body firmly 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 plump 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 didn't 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 single grasp, and he kneaded it into different shapes before shifting to claim the other.
The feeling was heavenly. His dick throbbed 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 traveled 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.
Rohit's breath caught — he hadn't expected her to sound so sweet. His dick was rocking hard in his pants, and he wanted just a little more push before he could free it and give it to her hands.
Realization dawned on Ragini as well.
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?"