FF: Jism Part 7

 

Morning time

 

Rajat was ready to leave but before that Priya tells him that she will not come home tonight as she is going to meet her friend after a long time and will spend some days with her friend. Rajat didn’t even care what she is doing and where she goes, even he gets happy that finally he will ask apeksha to spend some quality time with her.

 

*

 

Priya reached at rams’ apartment and after some doorbellmp0lo,  rings he opens the door as he was also waiting for her.

Ram: “hello babes, good morning.” (Hugging her with a smile on his face.)

Priya: “hi, good morning.” (She too hugs him)

 

Coming inside the apartment ram close the door and locked it and gave a quick kiss to Priya on her lips she too was anticipating for his touch and kissed him equally. Her nails were digging into his skin but he didn’t care. Ram just tightened his grip on her body as her soft breast pressed hard against him. His tongue glided along her bottom lip, demanding entrance, which she obliged eagerly. His soft, warm, flat tongue plunged inside her depths, probing and exploring the warm wetness of her mouth. She moaned, only heightening his desire and need for her. Their hormones were ragging. His open hand on her back was moving up and down, his lips moving with hers, his tongue tangling and dancing with hers in a seductive rhythm.

 

Ram let his hands move in front of her body till his hands reached on her breasts, he squeezed her breast with his one hand while his other hand was on her neck she moaned in his mouth. Feeling her nipple harden through her dress, she arched into his touch falling backwards until her back landed softly against the couch, and ram had to reposition his weight so he didn’t crush her fragile frame. Their lips detached for the briefest of moments, causing Priya’s swollen lip to protrude, and ram let out a throaty chuckle before nipping at the offending lip with his teeth. His lips captured hers again, hungrier and greedier this time. Passion and heat invaded her senses, engulfing her, consuming her lighting a fire inside her. Ram’s cock throbbed painfully in his jeans and he inadvertently rubbed himself against her. Fuck, he thought, he wanted her so badly. But he doesn’t want her make her sick as maybe she didn’t sleep properly from few days so he broke the passionate kiss still pressing his body hard against her she can feel him how hard he was she moans her eyes close.

 

Ram: “open your eyes Priya.”

She opened her eyes. Both were lost in their lustful eyes. Priya broke the silence between them.

Priya: “I need you ram.”

Ram: “I know baby, I also need you (caressing her face) but I don’t want you to make you sick, you need to take rest because we have a dinner date tonight and also more than that. (He winks at her, Priya blushes on his comment) did you eaten your breakfast?

Priya: “no”

Ram: “I also didn’t eat, let’s have breakfast together then we’ll rest.”

 

They both went to the dine area ram serve breakfast on the table, they both have it with lots of love and teasing. Cleaning the plates both went to bedroom to take nap because there were sleepless nights for them and now, they can sleep peacefully in each other’s arms.

 

*

Later at evening time

 

Ram gave Priya a beautiful saree with matching inners and also jewelry and tells her to wear this for tonight’s dinner, she agreed and was a bit shy looking at those lacy inners and she went to fresh and change.

 

Inside the washroom Priya looked at herself in the mirror. The saree complemented her creamy skin. In fact, the saree was too sexy. She made the saree pallu cover her waist and went out. When ram heard the click sound of the door knob he turns and he was stunned seeing her beauty in that saree but why she had covered herself with that pallu he thought.

 

Ram: "Arreee Priya."

Priya: "What?".

Ram: "Why the hell have you draped yourself like this. Don’t be shy darling, you are looking stunning.” he came closer to her and undraped the pallu making Priya’s waist show fully.

Ram: "Much better" ram made Priya look in the mirror. She bites her lower lip.

Ram: “don’t bite your lips, you are turning me on.” He winks at her before she could say something, he captures her lips and kissed her passionately and then he walks towards washroom to fresh himself.

 

Priya started her makeup she starts with her eyes. She applied a neutral colors eyeshadow and slightly darker in the crease. She blended it well and then applied a thin line of eye liner and kajal. After filling her brows carefully, she applied a thin layer of foundation and contoured her face to bring out her cheek bones. She added a slight color to them to make it look natural and then colored her full lips.

 

Ram had gifted her matching jewelry too, a beautiful silver earing with no necklace wanting to keep the look simple yet sweet. She wore them too. She starts to set her hair. The blouse of the saree showed quite a lot of the back so she decided to tie her hair up to compliment her face as well as show her figure.

Ram came out after taking a shower he looks at her he was stunned looking her completely ready and looking sexy. she was looking as if an angel had stepped down from heaven. She was aware of his presence and his eyes on her but she ignored him.  

 

Ram: “damn priya you are looking sexy and hot, are you going to kill me tonight.” He kissed her on her forehead.

Priya: “well I should say thanks to you because it’s all your choice. Showing her saree and jewels. I must say you have a nice choice thanks, she pecks him on his lips.

 

Ram too changes to a black color suite, he was also looking handsome even both are looking like a perfect couple.

 

*

 

 

After about 20 min drive, they finally reached the place where they have their date

plans. Priya was continually smiling feeling something different in the air and happy. Ram was also very happy seeing his love so happy. All he wants to do is to fill happiness in her life. Priya as stepped out of the car scanned the place fully, the place seemed very different that the other city places it seems one of the quite corner of the world far away from people it seems a place made only for two people. There was a nicely decorated table with candle burning and food already served almost all Priya’s favorite dishes, first she got nervous but after seeing her loved one's smiling face she satisfied and smiled back at him. He offered her his hand she gave her hand in his hand and stepped further towards the table.

They reached the table by now Ram gently pulled Priya’s chair, Priya smiled seeing him and got seated. Ram too sat and looked at Priya once he looked her, his eyes were locked there seeing her beauty and the gust of wind blowing and the back ground music playing…

 

After 10 min both came into their senses realizing that the waiter is standing aside.

 

Waiter: “Sir aur kuch? (Sir anything else?)”

Ram : “Erm no thanks.”

 

The waiter leaves the food was already served on the table with red roses spread on the empty spaces and a candle burning just in the center of the table. Priya was now feeling hungry seeing the yummy food in front of her.

 

Priya: “Ram shall we start.”

Ram: “Sure.”

 

Now they looked through the food the dishes were perfect some were Priya’s favorite some Ram’s.

 

As Priya had taken the food into her plate Ram took her spoon Priya was confused. Now he started feeding her. She was feeling very wonderful by eating the food from her love. Now she thought she also should do something for him she also took his spoon and started feeding him as well. Both were feeding the food to each other which built up their love more and more.

Now the food was over the waiter came with two glass of wine(non-alcoholic), he placed the tray on their table took rest of the dirty plates with him.

 

Ram took one glass and offered to Priya. Priya was nervous seeing it's a wine.

 

Priya: “Ram this.”

Ram: “Priya drink it, its non-alcohol nothing will happen.” 

After listening this Priya took the glass from Ram’s hand and took one sip Ram still looking her with a smirking smile. 

 

Ram: “is it ok.”

Priya: “yes.”

Priya replied with a relaxing smile. They both finished their drinks and put the glass on the table and looked into each other’s eyes. After 15 min both came into their senses.

 

Ram: “Priya I have something for you.”

Priya: “what?”

Priya asked with a confusing face. Ram stands and took out a small box of ring and offered to her. She blushed seeing the diamond ring looking like it was only designed for them. Priya smiled and forward her hand. Ram took her ring finger and made her wear the diamond ring. After that he kissed her finger along with the ring.

 

Ram: “I love you Priya!”

Priya: “I love you too Ram!”

Priya said while standing cupping his face. He again took her hand and kissed them. Priya’s eyes filled with tears. 

 

Priya: “you know Ram I think I am the luckiest girl of this world because I have you.”

Ram: “I have one thing to give you.”

he took a mangalsutra in front of her, she was stunned looking at it.

Ram: “I want to make you mine in every sense Priya. I know that your marriage is no less than a sacrifice and even you don’t wear mangalsutra and not even put a sindoor in your maang. So, I want you to make you my wife. Will you marry me? She was over whelmed listening all this she couldn’t have any words her throat was dry and eyes were teary. She just nodded her head in yes.

There was a born fire, he held her hand in his and starts walking around it taking the vows. After their 7 pheras finished ram put the mangalsutra around her neck and put a sindoor in her maang. Now she was married in true sense and that too with her love.

Priya: “thank you Ram. For completing me in every sense. This means allot to me. I love you.”

Ram: “I love you too. Now you are MRS. PRIYA RAM KAPOOR.” He gave peck on her lips.

 

Come let’s go inside, he took her inside the house. There were none except the two of them.

 

*

He was kissing her, which was what she’d been wanting all along. His tongue danced along her lips, playfully, but then he would drive his mouth so passionately against hers—she could feel the intensity of his desire. It was like a tiny candle flame suddenly blossoming into a conflagration, all-consuming, before dying back down again. She wanted to match him. Soon the kissing had progressed. His hands were holding her hips, pulling her body into his, and when their bodies connected, it felt like a puzzle piece clicking in. Priya gasped at her own fierce arousal. She was wet. Not just regular wet, but drenched down there. Astonished and a little worried by her own sensations of excitement, she tried to slow down, pulling back from him. He responded with renewed intensity. He reached up and grabbed a fistful of her hair and held it, his other hand on her face, bringing her towards him again. He kissed down her neck. The saree she’d worn was very thin, and the end result was that her nipples were showing in stark definition through her blouse and net saree, and she was very conscious of it, as he kissed down her neck. Part of her wanted to pull away and tell him to slow down, but a much bigger part of her wanted to tell him to go further—wanted to beg him, actually. The hand that was holding her hair let go, and now both hands slid down to her waist as he kissed her neck and the top of her cleavage. Ram picked her up off the ground as if she was light as a feather, carried her to the table, and then he sat down on one of the chairs with her on top of him. She moved so that she was straddling him, and her crotch was pressed against his. He moved beneath her; his hips were swiveling she liked it too much. Ram took her by the hair again, this time with both hands, and pulled her in to kiss him. Priya was losing herself now. They kissed for a long time, she felt as though she’d stepped into some futuristic science fiction dream, where girls kissed boys on spaceships that landed on mountaintops, and as the sky grew darker, she was emboldened. It felt so private, so isolated, and nobody would have to know what she did with Ram this night—not her So-Called Husband, nobody would have a clue except her and the man, her man Ram she was with right now. Their kissing grew even more passionate, and their lips explored each other as if they could learn everything about each other just by doing that alone. But soon, Ram was also growing emboldened. He began fondling her breasts through her saree, and although he was rough with her, Priya found that she got off on it. She liked when he pulled her hair or grabbed her breasts firmly. It wasn’t angry, it was just—firm. Controlling. He liked to be in control in a way that pleased and sort of comforted her in some strange way. She knew how badly she wanted him tonight.

Ram: “Come,” he said, suddenly breaking off from one of their long, extended kisses. He looked in her eyes. “Come to bed with me.” She swallowed.

She let Ram lead her into the master bedroom, which, like every other room, was spare and economical. The bed was wide and low to the ground. There were a few large abstract paintings on the walls, and one large, dark dresser. There was a picture of both of them hanging above the bed. She was so overwhelmed.

Ram: “Get on the bed,” he told her.

Priya: “Why?” she asked teasingly and biting her lower lip.

Ram: “You know why. Don’t ask silly questions, Priya.”

She went and sat on the bed. Her heart was beating fast. Ram walked to her and stood over her.

He leaned over and pinned her to the bed, holding himself over her with his arms extended so that he didn’t put all his bodyweight on her. His biceps were flexed and she placed her hands on his arms so that she could feel their power while he kissed her and sucked her into him. Priya’s body arched up toward him, feeling the magnetic pull of his heat once again. And her heat was building—the heat between her legs was gathering along with the wetness. She was opening for him, literally and figuratively, her legs opening as he pressed his pelvis against her. He was so hard, and so big, and she wanted to feel him fully inside of her. His hands grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. Yes, she thought. Please, hold me down. Hold me down and make me come. His mouth was on hers again, his tongue thrusting into her open, receptive mouth. She opened wider, trying to imagine that he’d do to her with his cock what his tongue was doing inside her mouth right now. Her hips bucked against his.

Ram: “Your fucking saree is driving me insane,” he said. “And they’re coming off, Priya. They’re coming off and I’m going to see it all.”

She sucked in her breath at the thought of it—the brazenness of him telling her what he was going to do next, this was exactly what she wanted right now. He adjusted his grip so that his one hand could hold both her wrists at the same time, directly over her head. Next, Ram pin out her saree pallu and took it off, while his dark eyes stared down at her, unflinching and unyielding from what he wanted.

Ram: “They’re open now, Priya,” he whispered, his voice controlled, yet the excitement was obvious just the same. She looked down and saw that indeed her saree were completely undone and now her panties were visible, and he could clearly see how wet she was for him. There was no hiding it. Her pussy ached for his touch now. She was dripping and Ram knew it and there was nothing left to do, but be taken by him. He pulled her petticoat down her bare legs and past her ankles, letting them drop to the floor below.

Ram: “damn I must say you look ravishing in these inners. How does it feel to have me seeing your little panties, and knowing that I can see everything? Knowing I can smell your sex, and soon I’m going to have those panties off too?”

She was breathing heavily now, almost out of control.

Priya: “I…I don’t know,” she lied.

Ram: “Yes you do.”

His hand went down again and caressed her panties, and she could feel his fingertips brushing the outside of her mound, which quivered in response. If he put one tip of one finger inside her now, she might go off like a rocket—that’s how on the edge she truly was.

Ram: “Do you want to taste my cock?”

Her tongue came out of her mouth almost involuntarily at his suggestion, and she licked her lips. He smiled.

Ram: “Is that a yes?” She licked her lips again, unable to muster a verbal response. She did want to have his cock in her mouth. At this point, she wanted everything. She was way beyond struggling with right and wrong. “I think I might just fuck you all night and see how many orgasms I can give you. That would be fun.” His hand trailed up her belly, beneath her blouse, touching her breasts over her bra. His hands roughly grabbed her breasts and squeezed, just hard enough to make her pussy clench, as another heat wave soaked through her panties.

Priya: “Oh, god,” she moaned, unable to contain it anymore.

Ram: “Say it again.”

Priya: “Oh, fuck.” His hand moved to her panties now, rubbing her clit through the drenched material.

Ram: “Tell me again, Priya. Say how you want it.”

Priya: “Oh…oh…oh….” The moans came out of her mouth unbidden, guttural, one after the other, in time with the circles his hand made on her clit. He rubbed faster. She was going to come now and there was no two ways about it.

Ram: “I want you to tell me,” he commanded. She told him—she said yes. She said yes again, whispering, even though she wanted to yell. “Tell me how badly you want me.” And then she was coming, as his hand slid the fabric over and two fingers penetrated her slick mound of quivering flesh and went inside. She clung to him, coming so intensely that her legs involuntarily wrapped around him. He fucked her with his fingers, slowing as her climax completed itself. She was drenched with sweat now.

Ram: “That was just the beginning,” he told her. Her mouth was thick with desire and her eyes were heavy-lidded with sexual bliss.

Priya: “What comes next?”

Ram: “I think you know the answer—a smart girl like you.”

Priya: “I don’t know.”

Ram: “I’ll have to give you a long, hard lesson, then. You need a refresher course.”

He began kissing her again, and this time when their bodies came together, she had just her skimpy wet panties between them. He grinded into her and he was so hard—she couldn’t imagine how he was able to control himself. Ram was a man, and he knew how to use his body like a man, and he also knew how to manipulate her body. His hands were caressing up and down her torso, her legs, rough and gentle all at once. Priya’s hand strayed to the bulge in his pants.

Ram: “Be careful what you wish for,” he smiled. As an answer, she stroked the hard bulge one more time. “Take it out, then,” he told her. “But if you take it out, it’s not going back in until I’m satisfied with the result.” Priya liked that threat even more. Fumblingly, she went to his pants and unzipped, freeing him substantially. His pants fell to his feet and now he was in his white and green striped boxers. The head of his erection peeked out through the hole in his underwear. It was, as she’d suspected, simply enormous—frighteningly so.

Ram: “You let it out, Priya. What now?”

She didn’t answer, except to slide her hand onto his shaft and work it further out of the hole in his boxers. It emerged, thicker as it got closer to his body. She was intimidated, to be sure, but also intrigued. Her hand slid up and down his magnificent manhood. Ram leaned in and kissed her deeply, while she continued to stroke his member. He used his hips to move even faster against her hand, seeming to enjoy her efforts. She was wet and open for him, but she turns him and came on top of him.

Priya: “its my turn.”

She kissed his face his eyes his cheeks and then attacking his lips it was a passionate kiss. After kissing his lips, her lips travelled down to his neck smelling his scent it makes her crazy and nuzzling his neck and her tongue lick his body coming on his chest and licking his erect nipples he moans loudly as he was growing harder now. Her tongue trails down his body to his abdomen.  The only help he gave her was a momentary lift of his hips, so she could yank his boxer briefs out of the way. Then his big, beautiful cock was in her hands. Her mouth. She moaned at the taste of him, at the warmth and satiny softness of his skin, at the smell of him. She nuzzled her cheek against his groin and balls, wanting his scent all over her, marking her as his. Her tongue followed the thick veins coursing the length of him, licking him up and down. She heard his teeth grind when she sucked him with long drawing pulls, moans of bliss vibrating in her throat. Pumping the thick root with her fist, she milked him, sucking on the plush crown, luring his pre-cum to the tip where she could lick it up with rapid flutters of her tongue. His thighs bunched; his breath came in fierce pants. She felt him coil tight and she went wild, double-fisting him, her mouth working so hard that her jaw ached. His spine straightened, his head lifting from the pillow only to slam backward as the first thick spurt exploded in her mouth. She whimpered, his flavor igniting her senses, making her crave more. She swallowed convulsively, her hands pulling and rubbing on his throbbing penis to lure more of his rich, creamy semen onto her tongue. His body quaked as he came for long minutes, filling her mouth until he spilled out of the sides of her lips. He put both hands on her shoulders and urged her away. She looked up into his heartrendingly gorgeous face, saw his eyes glittering in the semidarkness. He touched her lips with his thumb, smearing his semen over and around the swollen curves.

Ram: “Slide your tight cunt around me,” he said hoarsely. “I’ve got more to give you.”

Ram turns her and cam over her, Seeming to sense that the time was right, Ram torn her panties, ripping them in one quick motion. He wasn’t wasting any more time, and she was glad for it. Her body was primed and ready now. He lifted her and unhooked her blouse and removed it, and unsnapped her bra quicker than she could even have done it. Finally, he took off his own shirt. They were both completely nude, and his muscular, strong body was hovering over her. His cock was hard and straight, and she opened her legs even wider for him. He came down upon her, his lips on hers and then he was sucking at her nipples, and although her breasts weren’t huge, they were certainly tight and perky. Her nipples were as erect and sensitive as they’d ever been. He sucked them until she could barely take it anymore, her buddy shuddering and shivering. His hardness was against her slick mound, resting, waiting to strike.

Ram: “Priya I want to use protection from onwards, I don’t want you to get pregnant until we don’t announce our marriage and you don’t get divorce from rajat.”

Priya: “even I was thinking the same. We should be careful.”

He reached over to his nightstand and pulled out a condom. She wondered what condom could even fit him, but apparently there was a type that did. He rolled it on expertly, and then he was sliding into her. He was big. Maybe even too big, she thought at first. However, he knew just when to slow down and let her accommodate him, to allow her time to open and relax as he went in. Soon Ram was mostly inside her, although she knew he was holding back some of himself so as not to hurt her. He stroked her rhythmically, and she held onto him tightly, closing her eyes and enjoying the feeling of being taken. Truly taken. As he got more excited, he grew rougher. His hands grabbed her legs and pulled her towards him, and he went further inside of her. It was a little painful, but Priya liked it. She got off on his excitement for her body. He was moving faster and faster and she sensed he was close. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them hard over her head. His mouth sucked on her mouth, and he was grunting and panting into her as his hips moved higher and slammed into her over and over again. Finally, Ram was coming and as he came, Ram grabbed Priya’s hair and pulled hard enough to send a shot of pain into her scalp. His other hand pinned her hand, then picked it up and pinned it again, and he suddenly was furiously fucking her, pumping his cock into her harder and harder, deeper and deeper. He was completely wild and almost totally out of control. She was coming with him because she wanted it, wanted him to take her like this, and it was incredible and a little terrifying all at once. He was like a force of nature at the end, and he blew through her, and then he was done.

Pulling out abruptly, he flipped her over onto her belly and yanked her hips up. She gripped her headboard, her damp face pressed into her pillow. She waited for him to push into her and shivered when she felt his breath against her buttocks. Then she jerked violently at the feel of him licking. He rimmed her with the tip of his tongue, stimulating the puckered opening to her rear. A moan escaped from her mouth. There was nothing in their bed but them. Nothing could touch them when they were touching each other. Ram squeezed both of her cheeks in his hands, grounding her in the moment. She was open and parted for him in every way, completely exposed to his lush dark kiss.

Priya: “Oh!” she tensed all over. His tongue was inside her, thrusting. Her entire body began to quake from the feeling, her toes curling, her lungs heaving as he possessed her without shame or reservation. Priya: “Ah . . . God.” She lifted into his mouth, giving herself to him. The affinity between them was brutal and raw, nearly unbearable. She felt seared by his desire, her skin feverish, her chest shaking with sobs she couldn’t hold back. He reached beneath her, pressed the flat of his fingers against her aching clit and rubbing, massaging. His tongue was driving her insane. The orgasm brewing inside her was spurred by the knowledge that there were no longer any boundaries for him with her body. He would do anything he desired—possess it, use it, pleasure it. Burying her face in her pillow, she screamed as she came, the ecstasy so vicious her legs gave out and she melted into the mattress. Ram slid over her back, his knee pushing her legs wide, his perspiration-slick body blanketing her. He mounted her, pushing his cock inside her, his fingers linking with her and pinning her hands to the bed. She was soaked with him and he rocked against her, sliding in and out.

Ram: “I’m desperate for you,” he said hoarsely. I’m miserable without you. she tensed. Don’t mock me. I need you as much. He nuzzled into her hair, fucking her slow and easy. He turned his head and his teeth sank into the top of her shoulder. A pained growl rumbled through his chest and she felt him coming, his cock jerking as it pumped her full of scorching semen on her buttocks. His jaw relaxed, releasing her. He panted, his hips still churning, his arms tightening around her so that she was completely at his mercy.

He was constantly inside her, with his cock or his fingers or his tongue. Her nipples burned, made raw by his sucking. Her sex throbbed and felt bruised from his wild, hard drives. Her skin was chafed from the stubble that prickled over his jaw. Her jaw ached from sucking his thick cock, both of them were sore and exhausted and unable to stop.

 

They lay next to one another for a long while. Both of them were breathing heavily, as if they’d just finished a tough sprint. In wee hours the both slept in each other arms cuddling tightly not want to let go this feeling and each other.