Chapter 2: Building Tension
The sun had begun to set, casting long, golden shadows across the apartment. Shiven had spent the day exploring the twins' space, his eyes widening at the provocative art that adorned the walls, the lingerie that was strewn about like casual decor. The twins had been his guides, their laughter filling the air as they pointed out their favorite pieces, their voices low and sultry.
Advika had led him to the bedroom, her hips swaying gently as she walked. She had turned to him, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"You know, Shiven, you look like you could use a little more than just a place to crash."
Shiven took another sip of the whiskey, the warmth spreading through him. "I don't know what you mean."
Advika smirked, her fingers brushing against his arm. "Oh, come on. You can't tell me you haven't noticed how we dress around here." She gestured to her own body, the silk robe barely containing her curves. "We're not exactly subtle."
Shiven swallowed hard, his gaze flickering to her exposed cleavage. "I mean, I've always known you two were... stylish."
Aadya laughed, a sound that was both playful and teasing.
"Stylish? Oh, Shiven, you’re so sweet. But no, we’re not just stylish—we’re *artists*." She leaned back on the couch, her robe slipping open just enough to reveal the swell of her breasts, the lace of her bra peeking through the silk. "We like to live life with a little more... *flair*." "I mean, I appreciate the decor. It’s... unique." He took another sip of his whiskey, the burn helping to steady his nerves. "But I’m not here to criticize."
Advika smirked, her eyes dark and knowing.
"Unique, huh? Well, we think it's more than that. We think it's *sexy*." She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a low purr. "Don't you think so, Shiven?"
Shiven felt a flush of heat at her words, his body responding to the blatant invitation in her eyes. He took another sip of his whiskey, trying to hide his discomfort. "I'm not here to judge," he said, his voice rougher than he intended.
Aadya chuckled, her fingers tracing lazy circles on her knee. "Oh, we know you're not here to judge, Shiven.
But we also know you're not blind," Aadya replied, her voice a low purr. She leaned forward, her eyes never leaving his. "You've seen us, haven't you? In our... more intimate moments?"
Shiven swallowed hard, his gaze flickering to her lips before he quickly looked away. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said, his voice rougher than before.
Advika chuckled, a sound like tinkling bells. "Oh, come on, Shiven. You can't tell us you haven't noticed the way we dress, the way we...
*move*." She leaned forward, her fingers brushing against his knee, the silk of her robe shifting against his sweatpants. "You've seen us, Shiven. You've *watched* us."
Shiven exhaled sharply, his fingers tightening around the whiskey glass. The amber liquid sloshed slightly, the heat of the drink doing little to ease the tension coiling in his gut. He looked away, his gaze flickering to the floor before he met Aadya's eyes again. "I don't know what you're getting at," he said, his voice low and measured. "But I appreciate the hospitality."
Aadya smirked, her eyes dark with amusement.
"Oh, Shiven, you're so sweet. But we're not here to play games." "We're here to show you what we're made of." Her voice was low and sultry, each word dripping with promise.
Shiven felt a sudden rush of warmth spreading through him. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He looked at Aadya, her eyes sparkling with mischief, her lips curved into a playful smile.
He could see the outline of her nipples through the thin silk of her robe, and he felt a stirring in his groin, a response to the sight of her nearly naked body. He swallowed hard, trying to steady himself. "What exactly are you suggesting?" he asked, his voice rougher than he intended.
Advika leaned in, her voice low and sultry. "We're suggesting that you stay here, with us. Not just as a guest, but as... more." She paused, her gaze flickering to his lips, his chest, the way his sweatpants hung low on his hips. "We like you, Shiven. And we think you like us. Why don't you go ahead into the bedroom try to sleep and then we'll see about what we'll do tomorrow" advika whisper her tongue flicking against his ear as she spoke. Shiven felt a shiver run down his spine at her touch, his cock twitching in his sweatpants. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself.
"also if you need any material feel free to call me okay. goodnight shiven" advika whispered as she kissed his cheek and turned away, her robe swaying as she walked towards the bedroom. Shiven watched her go, his breath catching in his throat.
Aadya stood up, her movements fluid and graceful. She walked towards him, her fingers brushing against his arm. "Come on, Shiven," she said, her voice low and sultry. "Let’s get you settled."
Shiven followed her into the bedroom, his heart pounding in his chest. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the soft glow of the city outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. The bed was covered with a dark red duvet, the sheets crisp and inviting.
Aadya gestured towards it, her eyes gleaming in the soft light. "Make yourself comfortable," she said, her voice low and sultry. "We'll be just outside if you need anything."
Shiven nodded, his gaze flickering between her and the bed.
Aadya smiled, her eyes softening. "No problem," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She turned to leave, her robe slipping slightly, revealing more of her toned thigh.
Shiven couldn't help but watch her go, his eyes lingering on the sway of her hips, the way the silk clung to her curves. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself as he turned back to the bed.
The room was quiet, the only sound the distant hum of the city outside. Shiven could still feel the twins' presence, their laughter and playful banter echoing in his mind. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts as he began to undress.
He slipped off his sweatpants, his cock already hard from the twins' teasing. He ran a hand through his hair, sighing as he climbed into bed.
The sheets were cool and smooth against his skin, the duvet heavy and inviting. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the image of Aadya's body, the way her robe had slipped open, revealing more of her toned thigh.
But his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one more provocative than the last. He could still feel the twins' eyes on him, their gazes like a physical touch, burning into his skin. He could hear their laughter, their playful banter, the way they had so effortlessly shifted from playful to provocative.
He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He needed to sleep, to clear his mind.
But as he lay there, the scent of the twins’ perfume lingering in the air, his body betrayed him. His cock throbbed, heavy and aching, the sheets dampening beneath him. He clenched his jaw, trying to ignore the way his mind kept replaying Advika’s fingers brushing against his arm, the way her voice had curled around his ear like silk.
*Goodnight, Shiven.*
His name on her lips had been a promise.
He exhaled sharply, rolling onto his side. The bed was too warm, too inviting—too *them*. He could still smell the whiskey on his breath, the faint tang of Advika’s perfume mixed with the amber notes of the single malt.
He closed his eyes, trying to block out the memories of the day, but all he could see was the twins’ laughter, their smiles, the way their eyes had sparkled with mischief.
His cock twitched, a jolt of desire coursing through him. He groaned, rolling onto his back and staring up at the ceiling. The room was dark, the only light coming from the soft glow of the city outside the window. He could hear the distant hum of traffic, the faint sound of music from a nearby apartment. But all he could focus on was the throbbing ache in his groin.
He reached down, his hand wrapping around his cock. He was already hard, the tip damp with precome.
His fingers tightened around the shaft, sliding up and down with slow, deliberate strokes. The sheets rustled beneath him, the cool cotton contrasting with the heat of his skin. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on anything but the way his mind kept replaying Advika’s fingers brushing against his arm, the way Aadya’s robe had slipped open just enough to reveal the swell of her breasts.
His breath hitched as his hand moved faster. He imagined Advika’s voice, low and sultry, whispering in his ear. *"If you need anything, just call me."* His cock jerked in his grip, the pleasure building with each stroke.
He stopped jerking off and picked up his phone , his thumb hovering over Advika’s number. The screen glowed faintly in the dark, her name lit up like an invitation.
*He hesitated. What would she say? Would she tease him? Would she demand more?
*His fingers hovered over the call button, his breath shallow. The city lights outside pulsed lazily, casting shifting shadows across the ceiling. He could still hear the faint echo of Advika’s laughter, the way her voice had curled around his name like a promise.
*He exhaled, his grip tightening on his cock. As he dialed her number* **Advika’s voice answered on the second ring, breathless and amused.**
*"Shiven? You’re awake?"*
*His cock jerked in his hand at the sound of her voice, thick with sleep and something else—something electric.*
*"I... couldn’t sleep,"* he admitted, his voice rough. *"I needed to hear your voice."*
*A beat of silence. Then, a low, knowing chuckle.*
*"Oh, you poor thing. What’s wrong, Shiven? Couldn’t handle the *temptation* of sleeping in our bed?"* Her words were playful, but there was a sharp edge beneath them, like the flick of a whip.
Shiven’s breath hitched, his fingers tightening around his phone and his cock. The sheets rustled as he shifted, the cool cotton contrasting with the heat of his skin.*
*"I didn’t say I couldn’t handle it,"* he admitted, his voice low and rough. *"I just… needed to hear your voice."*
*Another pause. Then, softer this time, almost a whisper:*
*"Why, Shiven? Did you miss me?"*
*He swallowed hard, his mind racing. He could picture her—Advika, sitting on the edge of the bed in her silk robe, her long hair spilling over her shoulders, her lips parted just slightly as she waited for his answer.
His cock throbbed in his grip, the precome glistening at the tip.
*"I missed your smell,"* he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
*"Oh?"* Her voice was a purr, low and teasing. *"And what does that smell like?"*
*"Like whiskey and something sweet,"* he admitted, his fingers tightening around his cock again. *"Like you."*
*"Mmm,"* she hummed, the sound vibrating through the phone. *"You’re a smooth talker, Shiven. But I don’t think you’re just talking."*
*"I’m not,"* he groaned, his free hand gripping the edge of the mattress.
The city lights outside the window shimmered through the curtains, casting shifting patterns across the ceiling. The sound of Advika’s breath was warm and heavy in his ear, her voice a low, sultry whisper.
*"You’re lying,"* she accused, her tone playful but with a hint of sharpness. *"You’re just as bad as the rest of us. You want something, and you’re not afraid to take it."*
*"I don’t want anything,"* he lied, his fingers sliding faster over his cock. *"I’m just… tired."*
*"Tired?"* she echoed, her voice dripping with amusement.
*"You're not tired, Shiven. You're *hard*."*
Shiven groaned, his grip tightening around his cock. He could feel the heat building in his groin, the pleasure coiling like a spring ready to snap.
*"Advika..."* he warned, his voice ragged.
*"Oh, I like it when you say my name like that,"* she purred, her voice a low, sultry whisper. *"Say it again, Shiven. Say my name while you touch yourself."*
Shiven's breath hitched, his fingers moving faster over his cock. He could feel the precome leaking from the tip, his body aching with the need for release.
His grip tightened on the phone, his thumb hovering over the screen as he waited for her next words.
*"Say it,"* she demanded, her voice a low, teasing growl. *"Say my name, Shiven."*
His breath came in sharp gasps as he whispered, *"Advika..."*
*"That’s it,"* she breathed, her voice thick with desire. *"Say it again."*
*"Advika..."* he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper, his cock jerking in his hand.
*"Good boy,"* she cooed, her voice dripping with approval. *"Now tell me what you want."*
His mind raced, his body betraying him with every thought.
*"I want you,"* he admitted, his voice rough and uneven. *"I want you to touch yourself while I listen."*
*"Mmm,"* Advika purred, the sound vibrating through the phone. *"You’re so forward, Shiven. I like it."*
*"I can’t help it,"* he groaned, his fingers sliding faster over his cock. *"You’re everywhere. In my mind, in my dreams. I can’t stop thinking about you."*
*"Good,"* she breathed, her voice thick with desire. *"Because I can’t stop thinking about you either."*
*"Advika,"* he groaned, his voice barely a whisper.
*"I can't... I can't do this."*
*"Oh, Shiven,"* she chuckled, her voice low and sultry. *"You can't stop now. You've already started this game. And you know what they say, 'Don't start what you can't finish.'"*
Shiven's breath hitched, his fingers tightening around his cock. The pleasure was building, coiling in his groin like a spring ready to snap. He could feel the heat spreading through him, his body aching with the need for release.
*"I... I don't know if I can,"* he admitted, his voice ragged.
*"come up fast shiven I'm waiting"* advika said as she hung up the phone. Shiven discarded the phone besides him onto the bed as he ran upstairs to advikas bedroom . He could hear her voice from the other side of the door, the sound of her breathing, the faint rustle of silk.
He knocked softly on the door and waited for a moment before pushing it open. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the faint glow of the city outside the window. Advika was sprawled on the bed, her long brown hair fanned out around her, her silk robe open just enough to reveal the swell of her breasts, her nipples peeking through the thin fabric of her bra.
She turned her head towards him, her eyes dark and knowing. "Shiven," she breathed, her voice low and sultry.
"You couldn't stay away, could you?"
He shook his head, his eyes never leaving hers. "I couldn't," he admitted, his voice rough with desire. "I needed to see you."
Advika smirked, her eyes gleaming in the soft light. "Well, here I am," she said, her voice a low purr. "What do you want to do with me?"
Shiven took a deep breath, his gaze flickering to her lips, her breasts, the way her robe slipped open just enough to reveal the curve of her hip. He could feel the heat building in his groin, his cock already hard and aching.
He took a step closer, his eyes never leaving hers. "I want to touch you," he said, his voice low and rough. "I want to feel your skin, your curves. I want to hear you moan."
Advika's breath hitched, her eyes darkening with desire. "Well, Shiven," she said, her voice a low, sultry purr. "You're not the only one who wants something."
She sat up, her movements slow and deliberate. The silk of her robe slipped off her shoulders, the fabric pooling around her waist. She was wearing a black lace bra and matching panties, the fabric barely containing her curves.
Her nipples were hard, pressing against the thin lace, and Shiven could see the dark outline of her areolas. His mouth went dry, his cock throbbing in his sweatpants.
Advika smirked, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Like what you see, Shiven?"
He nodded, his gaze flickering to her face before returning to her body. "Yes," he admitted, his voice rough. "You're beautiful."
She chuckled, a low, sultry sound that sent shivers down his spine. "Why, thank you, Shiven. But I think you can do better than that."
He took a deep breath, his mind racing.
His gaze traveled down her body again, lingering on the way her breasts rose and fell with each breath, the lace barely containing the fullness of them. His fingers twitched with the need to touch her, to feel the softness of her skin, the warmth of her body.
"Come here," Advika whispered, her voice low and sultry. She patted the bed beside her, her eyes never leaving his. "Don't be shy, Shiven."
He hesitated for only a second before stepping forward. The air between them crackled with tension, charged with the unspoken desire that had been building all day. He sat on the edge of the bed, his body close to hers but not quite touching.
He could feel the heat radiating from her, could see the way her chest rose and fell with each breath. She was watching him, her eyes dark and knowing, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips.
"What do you want to do, Shiven?" she asked, her voice low and sultry. "What do you want from me?"
He took a deep breath, his gaze flickering to her lips, her breasts, the way her robe slipped open just enough to reveal the curve of her hip.
His fingers twitched with the need to touch her, but he held back, waiting for her lead.
"Tell me what you want," Advika breathed, her voice a low, sultry whisper that sent a shiver down his spine. She leaned forward slightly, her breasts brushing against the edge of the bed, the lace of her bra barely containing their fullness. "I want to hear you say it."
Shiven swallowed hard, his throat dry. The scent of her perfume—something sweet and spicy—filled the air around him, mixing with the musky heat of his own arousal. He could feel his cock pressing against the fabric of his sweatpants, aching for release.
"I want to touch you," he said, his voice low and measured.
Advika's lips curved into a slow, sultry smile. "Well, Shiven," she said, her voice a low purr.
She reached up, her fingers tracing the neckline of her robe. She toyed with the fabric for a moment, her eyes never leaving his. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, she slipped the robe off her shoulders, letting it fall to the bed behind her.
The black lace bra and matching panties clung to her curves, the fabric barely containing the swell of her breasts or the roundness of her hips. Her skin was smooth and golden, the faintest dusting of freckles across her collarbones.
Shiven’s breath hitched. He could feel his pulse quickening, his fingers curling into fists at his sides. The air between them seemed to thicken, heavy with anticipation.
“You’re staring,” Advika murmured, her voice low and teasing. She reached behind her back, unclasping the bra with practiced ease. The fabric slid down her arms, pooling on the bed beside her, leaving her bare from the waist up.
Her breasts were full and round, the nipples hard and pink, begging to be touched. Shiven's gaze flicked between her eyes and her chest, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Do you like what you see, Shiven?"
He nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yes." "Good. Because I want you to touch me."
Shiven's fingers twitched, his body aching with the need to comply. But he hesitated, his gaze flickering to her face. "Mommy please take off those panties" shiven whispered . Advika's eyes widened, a slow smile spreading across her face. "Oh, Shiven," she breathed, her voice low and sultry. "You're a naughty boy, aren't you?" She hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties, slowly sliding them down her hips, her thighs, her calves, until they were completely off. She spread her legs slightly, giving him a clear view of her pussy, already glistening with arousal. "Is this what you wanted to see, Shiven?" she asked, her voice a low purr. He nodded, his eyes never leaving her center. "It's so nice and pink" he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "I want to taste it."
Advika’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening around the sheets. She watched him through hooded eyes, her lips parted slightly, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. "You want to taste me?" she asked, her voice a breathy whisper. "Is that what you want, Shiven?"
He swallowed hard, his throat dry. "I want to taste you. I want to feel your skin, your heat. I want to make you come."
Advika’s eyes darkened with desire, her fingers trailing down her own stomach, over her hip, and then between her thighs.
She let out a soft moan as she touched herself, her head tilting back, her long hair spilling over her shoulders. "Oh, Shiven," she breathed, her voice thick with desire. "You have no idea how much I want that too."
Shiven’s cock throbbed in his sweatpants, his body aching with the need to touch her, to taste her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her inner thigh, feeling the softness of her skin, the heat of her body. She shivered at his touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before opening again, her gaze locked onto his.
"Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"Touch me, Shiven. Make me feel good."
Shiven's fingers trembled as he reached out, his hand cupping her mound, feeling the soft, warm curls of her pubic hair. He could feel her heat, her wetness, as he slowly slid his fingers down, parting her folds and revealing her slick, pink center.
Advika gasped, her hips bucking slightly as he touched her. "Oh, Shiven," she moaned, her voice low and sultry. "That feels so good."
He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. "You're so wet," he said, his voice rough.
His fingers slid through her folds, feeling the slick heat of her arousal. He could see her clit, hard and swollen, begging for his touch.
Advika bit her lip, her eyes never leaving his. "That's because of you, Shiven," she said, her voice low and sultry. "You make me so hot."
Shiven's cock throbbed at her words, his body aching with the need to be inside her. But he wanted to take his time, to explore every inch of her body, to make her come again and again.
He leaned down, his breath hot on her skin as he kissed her inner thigh.
His lips trailed up, leaving a trail of wet kisses along her smooth, golden flesh. Advika arched into him, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
"Please, Shiven," she whispered, her voice thick with need. "I need you to taste me."
His cock pulsed with anticipation as he lowered his head, his tongue flickering out to tease the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. She tasted sweet, like honey and something musky and intoxicating. He groaned, his fingers tightening around her hips as he pulled her closer.
"Fuck, you taste good," he murmured against her skin.
Advika moaned, her body trembling beneath his touch.
Shiven's tongue circled her inner thigh, teasing the edge of her arousal. His fingers dug into her hips, holding her steady as he explored her with his mouth. She could feel his breath hot on her skin, his tongue tracing slow, deliberate circles around her.
"Shiven," she gasped, her voice trembling with need. "Please..."
He didn't answer with words. Instead, his tongue flicked out, teasing the sensitive flesh just above her slit. Advika's breath hitched, her body arching off the bed in response. She could feel the heat radiating from her core, the wetness between her thighs growing more intense with every touch.
"Oh, God," she moaned, her fingers tightening in his hair.
"You're going to make me come just like that?"
Shiven's tongue flicked out again, this time making contact with the sensitive nub of her clit. Advika gasped, her body jerking in response. He could feel her muscles clenching around nothing, her arousal dripping down his chin.
"Fuck, Shiven," she breathed, her voice thick with desire.
He didn't stop. His tongue moved with deliberate precision, exploring every inch of her. He could feel her body trembling beneath his touch, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Please, Shiven," she begged, her voice trembling.
"I can't take it anymore."
His tongue circled her clit again, slow and deliberate, before finally pressing down with just enough pressure to make her gasp. Advika's hips bucked against his mouth, her fingers digging into the sheets as she tried to anchor herself. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that coiled tight in her belly.
"Oh, fuck," she moaned, her voice raw and desperate. "Shiven, please—"
His fingers slid between her folds, spreading her open wider for his tongue. She could feel him teasing her entrance, his breath hot against her sensitive flesh.
She was so close, the pleasure building to a fever pitch, and she needed him inside her.
"Shiven, please," she begged, her voice ragged. "I need you to fuck me." "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice low and rough. "Because once I start, I don't know if I can stop."
Advika nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. "I'm sure," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want you, Shiven. All of you."
He didn't need any more encouragement.
Shiven stood up, his eyes never leaving hers as he quickly discarded his sweatpants and boxers, revealing his hard, throbbing cock. Advika's breath hitched at the sight of him, her eyes widening as she took in his length and thickness. "You're huge."
He smirked, his ego boosted by her reaction. "You can take it," he said, his voice low and confident. "I know you can."
She nodded, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "I can take it," she agreed, her voice sultry. "I want to feel you inside me, Shiven.
Slowly at first, then harder," Advika whispered, her voice thick with desire. She reached out, her fingers tracing the outline of his cock, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. "I want to feel every inch of you."
Shiven’s breath hitched as her touch sent a jolt of pleasure through him. He stepped closer, his cock pressing against her thigh. "Are you sure you're ready?"
Advika smirked, her eyes dark with lust. "I've been ready since you walked into my room, Shiven. I just needed you to catch up."
He chuckled softly, his fingers brushing against her cheek.
"Well, I'm here now," he said, his voice low and sultry. "And I'm going to make you feel so good, Advika. Better than you've ever felt before."
Advika's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the heat building between her thighs, her body aching with the need to feel him inside her. "I can't wait," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Shiven's hand cupped her chin, tilting her head up to look at him. His eyes were dark and intense, filled with a hunger that mirrored her own. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his thumb brushing against her lower lip.
"I've wanted to do this all day."
Advika's heart fluttered at his words, her body tingling with anticipation. "Then do it," she whispered, her voice sultry. "Kiss me, Shiven."
Shiven didn't need to be told twice. He leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. His mouth was hot and demanding, his tongue sliding against hers with confident ease. Advika moaned into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
He tasted like mint and desire, his kiss sending sparks of pleasure through her body. She could feel his cock pressing against her stomach, hard and throbbing with need.
She reached down, her fingers wrapping around his length, feeling the heat and velvet softness of his skin. Shiven groaned into her mouth, his hips bucking slightly at her touch.
"Fuck, Advika," he murmured, his voice ragged. "You feel so good."
She smiled against his lips, her hand moving slowly up and down his shaft. "I want to feel you inside me," she whispered, her voice sultry. "I want to feel you come."
Shiven's breath hitched, his fingers tightening around her hips. "Not yet," he said, his voice low and measured.
"I want to feel you come first. I want to watch you shatter around my fingers before I take you."
Advika's breath hitched, her body arching slightly off the bed. "You're going to make me come just like this?"
He nodded, his eyes dark with intent. "I'm going to make you come so hard, you won't remember your own name."
Her fingers tightened around his cock, her touch becoming more insistent. "Then do it," she breathed, her voice thick with need. "Make me come."
Shiven's gaze dropped to her center, where her arousal glistened. He leaned forward, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
Advika gasped, her hips bucking slightly at the contact. Shiven's hands gripped her thighs, holding her in place as he began to explore her with his mouth.
His tongue traced the seam of her, parting her folds and revealing her slick, pink center. Advika moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. Shiven's tongue circled her clit, teasing the sensitive nub with slow, deliberate flicks.
"Oh, God," she gasped, her body arching off the bed.
Shiven's fingers dug into her thighs, holding her steady as he continued to tease her with his mouth.
His tongue moved in slow, deliberate circles around her clit, each touch sending waves of pleasure through her body.
"Shiven," she moaned, her voice trembling with need. "Please, I can't take it anymore."
He chuckled, the vibration sending a shiver down her spine. "You're going to have to take it," he murmured against her skin. "I'm not stopping until you come."
Advika's breath hitched, her body trembling with anticipation. She could feel the pleasure building inside her, a tight coil of tension that threatened to snap at any moment.
"Please," she begged, her voice raw with desire.
"I need you inside me, Shiven. I can't wait any longer."
Shiven's gaze flicked up to hers, his eyes dark and intense. "You sure about that?" he asked, his voice low and sultry. Shiven reached into the drawer of her nightstand, pulling out a condom and quickly sheathing himself. He positioned himself between her thighs, his cock pressing against her entrance.