Chapter 1: Introduction
Nisha awoke to the sensation of soft hair delicately brushing against her thighs, each stroke making her skin tingle as if thousands of tiny butterflies were tickling her. She drew in a sharp breath, feeling her heartbeat flutter and dance in her chest as if knowing a surprise awaited just beyond, urging her to come closer, to meet the lips that had begun their warm exploration of her eager flesh. She felt a warmth inside her vagina. It was Jigme's tongue, slowly licking her clit, his hands gently spreading her legs open. She moaned softly, her body arching slightly to meet his lips. "Oh fuck," she whispered, her voice laced with desire and sleepiness. "Oh my god, this feels incredible"
"Good morning baby", Jigme chuckled, his breath hot against her mound. "I thought you'd appreciate this," he said, his voice muffled against her flesh. He slipped his hands under her ass, lifting her slightly, giving him better access to her pussy. He starts sucking and put a finger in. A tingle goes through Nisha's spine.
She squirms a little, her hands grabbing onto the silken sheets beneath her. "Fuck, babe. That feels so damn good." Her voice is a whisper, barely audible above the sound of his tongue lapping at her wetness. He puts his tongue inside her in response, sending vibrations through her entire body, making her gasp. His fingers dig into her ass, pulling her closer, devouring her like a starving man at a feast.
Jigme's tongue is magic, dancing and licking her clit, teasing her, driving her wild.
He slides another finger inside her, curving it upwards to hit that sweet spot that makes her see stars. "Fuck yeah! Right there, baby," she moans, her hips bucking against his face. He grips her thighs tighter, holding her in place as he feasts on her pussy, his tongue and fingers working in perfect sync. She can feel her orgasm building, the pressure in her core growing with each thrust of his fingers. The sucking on her clit drawing out her sounds of pleasure.
His tongue and fingers were working in perfect harmony, bringing her closer to the edge each time he hit that sweet spot. Nisha's breath hitched, her body tensing as she felt her orgasm nearing. "Oh fuck, Jigme. I'm gonna come," she moaned, her voice ragged with desire, her nails digging into his shoulders . He looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust.
His gaze sent her over the edge. She cried out, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over her.
Her legs trembled, her toes curling as she rode out her orgasm, Jigme's tongue relentless against her clit, drawing out every last shudder. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted, her hands fisting the sheets, her back arching off the bed. When the last waves of her orgasm subsided, she lay there, panting, her body slick with sweat. Jigme kissed his way up her body. He looked down at her with passion and love. "You're irresistibly cute when you first wake up."
"Shut up weirdo", she hissed while taking heavy breaths. Her legs give out making her not wanting to move.
He laughs softly, kissing her neck. He pulls up the blanket on her. Tired of the surprise oral session she couldn't follow him as he went down. "Get back here and fuck me", she commanded, her voice still breathless from her orgasm. Jigme chuckled, "As you wish, my queen", he replied, crawling back up her body. He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss, letting her taste herself on his lips.
She eagerly welcomed him, her tongue dueling with his, her hands reaching for his cock. She found it hard and ready, leaking pre-cum. She pumped it a few times. "You really want my cock, huh?", he said, breaking the kiss. "Mhmm", she responded with her usual innocently seductive face.
"I want you to fuck me until I can't walk straight", she said, her voice laced with desire. Jigme's cock throbbed at her words, a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip. He positioned himself between her legs, his hands gripping her thighs, pushing them further apart. The spread of her legs made her wetter. He looked down at her glistening pussy, her clit still swollen from his earlier attention. "Look at you, all wet and ready for me", he murmured.
He rubbed the head of his cock against her entrance, coating it with his pre-cum. Nisha moaned, her hips bucking slightly, trying to push him inside her. "Stop teasing me, babe. Fuck me already", she growled, her patience wearing thin. He chuckled, loving how eager she was. He pushed in an inch, then pulled back out, making her whimper. "Jigme, please", she begged, her voice a mixture of frustration and desire. He pushed in another inch, repeating the torturous process.
Nisha growled, her nails digging into his back. "Fuck me, Jigme. Don't make me beg," she rasped, her voice laced with frustration and desire. He smirked, loving her fiery spirit. "As you command, my love," he replied, sliding in all the way to the hilt, making them both groan. "Fuck, you're so tight," he grunted, his hands gripping her hips, holding her in place. Nisha could only moan in response, her body adjusting to his size, her pussy clenching around his cock. He started to move, slowly at first, his hips rolling as he slid in and out of her. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through her, and she could feel another orgasm building.
"Harder, Jigme. Fuck me harder," she demanded, her voice ragged. He obliged, picking up the pace. Her titties looking fresh and ripe bouncing with each thrust. "Fuck, yes! Just like that!" Nisha cried out, her nails raking down his back, leaving red welts in their wake. He could feel her pussy tightening around him, her body tensing as she neared her peak. She reached down between them, rubbing her clit in time with his thrusts, her breath coming in short gasps. Her titties were calling out his name , bouncing with each powerful thrust, her nipples erect and sensitive. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum again," she moaned, her body tensing, her pussy clenching around his cock. He could feel her orgasm building, her walls tightening around him, milking his cock. It felt so fucking good, he knew he wouldn't last much longer.
"Cum with me, baby," he grunted, his hips slamming into hers, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave bruises. She nodded, her eyes closed, her mouth open in a silent scream as her orgasm hit her.
Her pussy pulsed around his cock, pulling him deeper, milking him, demanding his release. He growled, his hips stuttering as he came, his hot cum filling her, marking her, claiming her. "Fuck!!!" he groaned, his body shaking, his cock throbbing as he emptied himself inside her. She wrapped her legs around him, holding him close, her body still shuddering with aftershocks. They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths ragged, their hearts pounding in sync.
They cuddled for a few minutes , their sweat cooling and their bodies relaxing. Nisha broke the silence, "That was intense, babe. I think you've fucked me senseless." Jigme chuckled, "Only you could make 'fucked senseless' sound like a compliment." She giggled, her fingers tracing patterns on his flat chest. "Well, it is. I'm lucky to have you." He smiled, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "And I'm lucky to have you, Nisha".
Jigme excuses himself after Nisha falls asleep. "I'll be back soon, my love, sweet dreams." He whispers, kissing her forehead. He heads to the bathroom and returns with a warm washcloth, gently cleaning her up. Nisha stirs slightly, a soft smile playing on her lips. She's still basking in the aftermath of their intense lovemaking, her body deliciously sore in all the right places. He gently rubs the cloth over her body massaging her where its needed. She gets drowsier and starts to drift off to sleep. He lays the cloth down and covers her with the blanket. He watches her sleep for a while, admiring her beauty.
He leans down and kisses her neck, softly at first, then more insistently. She stirs, her eyes fluttering open. "Jigme?" she murmurs, her voice still groggy from sleep. "Shh, it's just me," he whispers. Sensing his presence she falls asleep.
Jigme decides to go downstairs in the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Nisha. He tiptoes out of the room, leaving the door slightly ajar to let in the soft morning light. He slips on a pair of boxers and makes his way downstairs, the marble floors cool beneath his feet.
The kitchen is a symphony of stainless steel and marble, a chef's dream. He hums as he moves around, opening cabinets, pulling out pots and pans, his bare feet padding softly on the floor. He decides on bread toast and a sunny side up, Nisha's favorite. And starts on some waffles to the side as well.