Chapter 3: Tipping Point
Snigdha was at the end of her wits. What does a girl have to do to let a man know she wants him? She had been dropping hints...and the hints had gotten bolder by the day.
The path to a man's heart is through his stomach she'd heard, so she started cooking for him. He was most appreciative and always complimented her cooking, but she needed more than just appreciation.
The day the police car left for good, when he returned from work, she welcomed him wearing his shirt. She thought that would tell him she wanted him on her, but the stupid guy just asked her to be comfortable and make his place her home. Didn't he see that she wanted HIM to be HERs...not his home.
One day, instead of just waving him good bye as he left for work, she hugged him, pressing her breasts against him. He just took it as her showing him how thankful she was for letting her stay there. The hugs though, became a part of their daily routine.
She pretended she was asleep when they were watching a movie, making sure one breast was almost hanging out of her t-shirt. He noticed, was clearly turned on, but what does he do? He covered her with a blanket and headed to his bedroom.
He had this adorable way of waking up -- he would mumble in his sleep a few minutes before he woke up. Once awake, he would toss and turn in bed for 10-15 minutes before crawling out. She had timed her shower to perfection. He should have been coming out of the bedroom when she walked out of the shower dripping wet, draped only in a towel. But that hadn't worked either. The fool had overslept by a few minutes, though she could have sworn, his bedroom door was open a crack when she walked past it.
That day, there was what looked like a greeting card in the mail. The stamp look foreign... possibly US she thought. When he got home, she handed it to him at the dinner table.
He smiled reading the card.
"Who is it from?" she asked.
"Vivek," he replied, "my twin."
"You have a twin?" she asked, "you never told me."
"Dad and mom separated when we were in school. In the divorce, dad got custody of Vivek and mom got me. Dad and Vivek left for the US a couple years later. But he always sends me a birthday card... and I always send him one. Its our way of letting each other know they aren't forgotten."
"That's so sweet," she said, smiling softly.
"Yeah," he said smiling wistfully, memories of childhood flooring back, "we used to be inseparable, even though we are exactly opposites in personality. He is the tough guy, all muscle, top sportsman with girls drooling at him all the time. He even dated a couple girls I had a crush on. In my mind, he stole my girl, but let's face it, I was the nerd nobody was interested in. At least one of us got the girl right?"
Manish said, a tinge of wistfulness in his voice. Snigdha felt a pang of jealousy as she listened to him talk about his brother.
"You never mentioned him before," she said softly, her eyes searching his face.
Manish shrugged, "Not much to say. We used to be close, but life happened, and now we're just... different."
Snigdha reached out, laying her hand on his. "I'm sorry, Manish," she said, her voice gentle, then she perked up, "when is your birthday?"
"What?" he asked, "where did that come from?"
"You said you send each other birthday cards each year, and that's a card from him. So when is your birthday?"
Manish laughed, "tomorrow," he said, looking at the card. Every birthday since the passing of his mother had been like a knife in his chest. It was just another routine day with nobody to celebrate it with, his brother's birthday card the only saving grace.
"Tomorrow!?!?! I would never have found out if the card didn't arrive. We should celebrate, Manish," Snigdha said, jumping up, all excited. She didn't even wait for his reply as she started planning the big day. Manish smiled at her excitement. God he loved her, if only she knew.
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"Happy Birthday tooooo yoooooo," that's what he woke up to...with her dancing on his bed singing a birthday song, her tits bouncing with each movement under his shirt that she was wearing (she always slept in his shirt now, calling it her safety blanket). She had one leg on either side of him and he could see her shaved pussy as her hips moved. He was thankful for the blanket covering him because he had an instant erection.
"Thank you" he mumbled in his morning hoarse voice, rubbing his eyes, a warm and embarrassed smile lighting up his face.
"Happy Birthday, Manish!" she said, handing him a small package wrapped in colorful paper. He took it, still groggy from sleep.
He tore the paper open, revealing a small, velvet jewelry box. He opened the box, and inside, nestled on a bed of black velvet, was a delicate silver necklace with a small, round pendant. He picked it up, his fingers brushing against it. It was cool to the touch, and as he turned it over, he saw the inscription: "Always Together."
"Snigdha, it's... it's beautiful," he stammered, his voice thick with emotion. His heart ached as he thought, 'you have no idea how badly I want you and I to always be together.' She leaned in, her eyes searching his, "You like it?" She asked softly.
He nodded, his voice thick with unshed tears, "I do. Thanks"
"Here, let me put it on," she said and yanked the necklace from his hand. She straddled him, her arms going around his neck, a tongue sticking out between her teeth, eyebrows crowding together as she concentrated on undoing the delicate clasp and then clasping it behind his head. As she leaned against him, his hands held her, caressing the small of her back over his shirt.
Her perfume filled his senses, and he could feel her breasts pressing against his chest. His cock strained against his boxers, begging for release. He was painfully aware that her pussy was right above it, separated by her shorts, the blanket and his boxers. As she moved, his cock rubbed against her.
Her lips were inches from his and he so wanted to kiss her right then. Her hair was wet from the shower and he could smell her shampoo. The scent was intoxicating and made his cock throb painfully against his boxers. He could feel her heat, her softness pressing against him. He wanted her so fucking much, it was painful.
He glanced down and realized she wasn't wearing a bra either. He could see the outline of her erect nipples straining against the fabric of his shirt.
"Happy Birthday, Manish," she whispered, and he looked up into her eyes, "like your birthday gift?"
The tone of her voice implied her body was his birthday gift, but he wasn't sure that's what she meant.
He was so hard he was in pain, his cock straining against his boxers, wanting to be inside her. But he couldn't just take her, he had to be sure.
"Like my birthday gift?" he repeated, his voice hoarse with desire, his heart pounding in his chest, holding her tighter, he replied, "you have no idea how much I love it."
She surprised him again when she kissed him on his cheek, "anything for my hero," she said with a smile a tone that said, 'just take me'. And yet, he had seen so much heartbreak over the years thanks to his fertile imagination, that he couldn't be sure if she was suggesting what he thought she was suggesting or if he was just imagining it.
They just say that way, her straddling him, pressing down on his erection, her arms around his neck, her lips inches from his, their eyes locked. Time seemed to come to a standstill... and then the moment passed.
She leaned back, unstraddling him, and climbed off the bed.
"I'll make you breakfast," she said, standing up and walking towards the kitchen with a sway of her hips that made his cock twitch.
Manish lay on the bed, his heart pounding in his chest, his cock throbbing painfully against his boxers. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He was having a hard time believing what had just happened. Had he just blown the chance of a lifetime? Had she offered herself to him and he had done nothing?
He reached under the pillow and pulled out her panties that he hid there. She had discarded them yesterday and he could still smell her on them, he moaned as he smelled her panties and licked them where her pussy would have been.
Heading to the bathroom with her panties, he jerked off in them.
By the time he freshened up, washed her panties, got ready for work and arrived in the living room, breakfast was ready and she was waiting for him, with what looked like a sad smile on her face.
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As soon as she was out of his bedroom, she ran to the kitchen, tears streaming down her cheeks. Clearly he didn't want her. She had made sure he could see she wasn't wearing any underwear. She made sure she sat right where she could see his erection straining through the blanket. She had thrown her arms around him and pressed her body against him.
He was aroused for sure, she could feel his hardness pressing against her pussy. And yet he did nothing. Nothing!
She went about making breakfast, crying her heart out.
She went about her tasks on auto pilot. She made a pot of chai, fried some eggs, toasted some bread, and made him a plate of food. All the time, she was crying. She wiped her tears as she set the breakfast table, smiling warmly as he walked in, ready for work, like nothing had happened.
They ate, an awkward silence hanging between them.
Snigdha kept glancing at him, her eyes filled with something he couldn't quite decipher. Frustration? Sadness? Maybe a little of both.
As he headed for work, she stayed seated at the dining table, sipping her chai, waving him good bye without meeting his eyes. It was the first day in a long long time that he was leaving for work without the hug he so looked forward to every morning.
She didn't even look up as he walked out the door. Her eyes were fixed on the chai mug in her hands, her lips pressed together.
Sure he had been a fucking idiot, but she could have cut him some slack on his birthday.
As the day progressed, both their minds kept dwelling on the day and the past few months, by evening they were mad at each other, ticking time bombs ready to explode. All it needed was a match. By evening, he had buried himself in work and forgotten that it was his birthday. He wasn't used to birthdays and work had been his refuge from all heartache. He lost track of time and only realized how late it was when a security guard interrupted him, wanting to know how much longer he was planning to work, because he had to close the office.
He looked at his watch and was surprised to see it was already 9 PM. He had been working straight since 9 AM. That's when he remembered Snigdha's dinner plans. SHIT!
He knew he was in deep shit. He quickly packed up his laptop and rushed out of the office, apologizing to the security guard on his way out.
He was sweating by the time he reached the apartment. He unlocked the door, and when he stepped inside, he found her sitting on the couch, her legs curled under her, a book in her hand. She didn't look up as he walked in.
A birthday cake was sitting on the dining table. As he set his laptop bag on the coffee table and sat next to her, he realized she had been crying. Her eyes were red and puffy.
"I'm so sorry, Sigdha...." he mumbled, resting a hand rm on her shoulder. She shook his hand off and turned away, curling tighter into herself.
"Just leave me alone, Manish."
"Snigdha, I'm sorry. I was an idiot. I should have remembered. I am not used to birthdays. It's a day I have always tried to forget because it reminds me of a lost family. I have buried myself in work and that's exactly what I did today. Lost track of time. Not fair to you, I know. I am so sorry."
"Sorry?" Snigdha snapped, "Should I be grateful for your sorry?"
"I didn't mean it like that Snigdha..."
"I cook for you, I wait for you, I try to be there for you when you are down. Why? What am I your unpaid maid?"
Snigdha shouted, her voice quivering with anger and hurt. "I don't want your fucking sorry, Manish! I want you to notice me! To see me! I'm not some fucking ghost lingering in the background of your life! I'm a woman, Manish! I have an identity. I am a person with feelings. I had so many plans for this evening. I wanted to make it special for you. Why? What was I thinking? You didn't even remember? I guess you expected me to be asleep already right? I was a fool to wait. A fool to cook your favorite dishes. To bake a cake myself. You don't even remember your promise that we would celebrate together. And now you are what... sorry?"
Manish was taken aback by the fury in her voice. He had never seen her like this before. He had always seen her as the sweet, innocent girl who needed his protection. But here she was, yelling at him like a woman scorned. And it was fucking hot.
"No Snigdha, that's not what I meant," he said, pleading, "I have been kicking myself for losing track of time. You deserve better. I should have been here four hours ago. And I can't say anything to justify forgetting." He reached out, but she flinched away from his touch. He sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Snigdha, I know I fucked up. But I'm here now, aren't I? Let's just start over. Can we?"
Snigdha looked at him, her chest heaving with anger and tears. Her eyes were red and puffy, her mascara smeared. She looked like a mess, and he realized that he was the one who had done this to her. He felt like shit.
"Tell me something," she said, a calmness in her voice, a coldness in her posture, "why do you think I asked to move in? Why do you think I gave up a lucrative lease in the heart of Mumbai? Why do you think I do whatever I do here? Why do you think I wait for you every single evening? Why do I look forward to our weekends together. Why do you think I wear your shirt, Manish? Don't I have my own clothes?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Why do you think I fucking sleep in your shirt? Why do you think I hug you every single morning as you leave for work?" Snigdha's voice was low, her words barely above a whisper. Manish looked at her, his eyes searching her face. He reached out, his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear.
"Snigdha, I--" he started, but she cut him off.
"No, Manish," she said, her voice firm. "I want you to tell me the truth. The real truth. No sugarcoating, no excuses.
"I know you think of me as some hero that I am not Snigdha, I know you are grateful for the role I played that night..."
"Grateful?" she sneered, "you think I am grateful?"
She stood up abruptly, her chair screeching against the floor. Her eyes were blazing with anger, her body trembling with emotion. "You think I wear your fucking shirt because I am grateful? You think I cuddle up to you when we watch TV because of gratitude? You think I sleep in your shirt because I am fucking grateful?"
"No, Snigdha," he said, his voice hoarse with emotion, "that's not...what I mean." He was feeling lost, confused, "I don't know why you do what you do Snigdha, I don't know anything anymore. I just figured you felt secure in my shirt..."
"I do it because..." she started and bit her lip, "you are a fuckin idiot."
She looked at him, her chest heaving with emotion, her eyes blazing with unshed tears. She knew she was laying her heart on the line, but she had to make him see.
"I wear your shirt because it smells like you. I sleep in it because it feels like you're with me, holding me through the night. I hug you in the morning because I crave your touch. I wait for you to come home because I fucking love being with you and miss you when you're gone. I snuggle up to you because I get wet every time you hold me. I fucking love you Manish. Can't you even see that?" Her voice cracked, and she looked away, blinking back tears.
Manish felt his heart pounding in his chest as he looked at her, his beautiful, vulnerable Snigdha, laying her heart bare before him. He reached out, cupping her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears that streamed down her cheeks.
"Snigdha," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion, "I... I had no idea. I thought... I thought you pitied me, or felt indebted to me. I never dreamed that you... that you loved me."
She looked back at him, her eyes searching his face.
She could see the surprise, the disbelief, and then, slowly, a warmth and tenderness that made her heart pound. She could feel his hands on her face, his thumbs brushing away her tears, and then his lips were on hers.
It was like the world stood still.
His lips were soft, warm, and insistent. She opened her mouth to him, and he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth, tasting her, claiming her. She could feel her heart racing, her breath coming in short gasps. She leaned into him, her hands going to his chest, feeling the muscles there, the steady beat of his heart under her palms.
She moaned softly into his mouth, her body craving his touch, his heat. She could feel his hands moving to her waist, then lower, cupping her ass and lifting her up, her legs wrapping around him instinctively.
He walked them to the bedroom, never breaking the kiss, his cock rock hard, straining against his pants. He kicked the door shut behind them and lowered her onto the bed, his body following her down, his hips settling between her thighs. She could feel him, hard and ready, pressing against her pussy, and she moaned again, grinding against him.
"Fuck, Snigdha," he groaned, his voice hoarse with desire, "you have no idea how much I love you. How long I have wanted you. I just could never bring myself to believe the most beautiful woman I have ever met could ever want me. I am so sorry Snigdha."
"Just stop apologizing and show me how much you love me, Manish." she moaned as he kissed her neck, "take me Manish, don't make a girl beg."
"I don't have any comdoms, do you?"
She laughed. In the heat of the moment, amidst all this passion, he was thinking of protection. He was an idiot.
"No I don't," she moaned into his neck as he nibbled on her ear lobe, "what should we do?"
"Maybe I shouldn't put it in? I don't trust myself to pull out in time..."
"No fucking way," she said, "I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your cum inside me. I want you inside me even when you aren't inside me anymore."
She tugged at his shirt, lifting it up and off over his head. She ran her hands over his chest, his arms, caressing him with her fingertips. She leaned in and kissed along his collarbone, biting gently, and he moaned, his hands going to her tits, squeezing them through his shirt.
"I want to taste you," he whispered, his voice low and husky, "I have wanted to taste you long before I saw you naked in the living room."
"Who's stopping you?" she moaned, thinking... so he did see me... and the fool didn't do anything.
Manish leaned down, his lips brushing against her skin. He ripped the shirt open and she gasped as he took her nipple into his mouth, sucking and flicking it with his tongue. She arched her back, pushing her breast further into his mouth, moaning as he sucked harder.
He moved to her other breast, giving it the same treatment, and she writhed under him, her hands in his hair, pulling him closer.
"Manish, please," she begged, "I need you inside me."
He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, "That will have to wait. I need to taste you first, Snigdha, I want to kiss every single beautiful inch of you before I taste the heaven between your legs."
He started from her lips, kissing her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth. Then he moved to her neck, nibbling and kissing, making her squirm under him. He sucked on her collarbone, causing her to arch her back, her breasts pressing against his chest. He moved lower, kissing and sucking on her tits, causing her to moan and writhe under him.
He trailed kisses down her stomach, making her shiver with anticipation. He kissed her navel before exploring its depths with his tongue. She grabbed his hair, urging him to go lower, where she was soaking wet eager for his mouth.
He nuzzled her hips, breathing in her scent, his nose brushing against her mound. She gasped, her pussy clenching as he trailed open-mouthed kisses along her inner thigh.
"Manish, please," she begged, her voice hoarse with desire. "don't torture me."
Snigdha begged, her body writhing under his touch.
Manish looked up at her, a wicked grin on his face. "Oh, sweetheart, I'm just getting started."
He spread her legs wider, pushing her knees up towards her chest. He could see her pussy, glistening and ready for him. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to lick her from her entrance to her clit. She gasped, her body bucking against his mouth.
"Fuck, Manish," she moaned, her hands going to his hair, tugging on it as he licked and sucked on her clit, "Yessss...right there...don't stop."
Manish was in heaven. He loved the taste of her, the feel of her soft skin under his tongue. He could feel her wetness coating his chin, could smell her arousal. He was hard as a rock, his cock aching to be inside her. But he wouldn't rush this. He wanted to make her come, wanted to taste her pleasure.
He sucked on her clit, flicking it with his tongue, then plunged a finger into her pussy. She was so fucking wet, so tight.
He could feel her walls clenching around his fingers, her juices coating them. He curled his finger, finding that spot that he knew would send her over the edge. Her moans grew louder, her hips bucking against his hand, her tits bouncing with the movement. He could feel her getting close, her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps.
"Manish... oh fuck... right there... don't stop..." she begged, her hands tightening in his hair.
"I'm close...God, I'm so close..."
Manish slipped a second finger inside her, stretching her, preparing her for his cock. He could feel her pussy clenching around his fingers, her juices coating his hand. He sucked harder on her clit, flicking it with his tongue, and she came undone.
"Fuck, Manish!" she screamed, her body convulsing, her pussy spasming around his fingers.
He rode out her orgasm, slowing the movement of his fingers, gentling the suckling of his mouth as he savored her orgasm, drinking in her sweet honey. He could feel her heart racing, her breath coming in short gasps. Her pussy was still clenching around his fingers, her orgasm not yet fully subsided. He slowly withdrew his fingers, his eyes locked onto hers. He sucked her juices off his fingers. He crawled up her body, his cock rock hard, straining against his pants.
"God, you taste amazing, Snigdha," he said, his voice hoarse with desire, "I could eat your pussy all night."
"Not a chance," she said, her chest heaving, as she pushed him on his back and started undoing his pants, "it's my turn now," she said, grinning broadly at him.
He watched as Snigdha pulled his pants off, freeing his cock. She looked at it, licking her lips, and he could feel himself getting harder. She leaned down, her breath hot on his cock, and he felt himself tremble with anticipation.
"Don't make me cum in your mouth Snigdha," he begged as he watched his hardness disappear in her mouth, "I don't think I will last long and I don't want it to end so soon."
"Don't worry, my super hero," she said taking his cock out of her mouth, but stroking it, "I want to feel you inside me remember? You better not cum in my mouth. My pussy wants every single drop."
With that, she took him in her mouth again, sucking and stroking him hungrily.
He groaned, his hips bucking up to meet her mouth. He could feel the heat of her breath on his skin, the velvet softness of her lips around him. She was sucking him hard, her mouth a fucking wet dream.
He could feel the pleasure building, his cock throbbing in her mouth. He knew he wouldn't last long if she kept this up. He tried to warn her again, "Snigdha, I'm going to cum if you keep doing that."
"We can't have that can we?" she said letting go of his cock and straddling him, her hand guiding his hardness to her opening.
She was so fucking wet, her juices were dripping down her thighs, coating his cock as she rubbed it against her entrance.
"Fuck, Snigdha," he groaned, his voice laced with desire.
She moaned, leaning down to kiss him, her tongue darting into his mouth as she lowered herself onto him, his cock sliding into her inch by agonizing inch. She was so tight, so hot, he could feel every single inch of her as she took him in, her pussy gripping him like a vice.
He groaned, his hands going to her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he guided her down, impaling her further on his cock.
"Fuck, Snigdha," he groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head, "you feel amazing. So fucking amazing."
She moaned, her hips moving in a slow circle, her pussy adjusting to his size, her muscles clenching and unclenching around him.
"You're so big, Manish," she whispered, her voice breathy, her eyes closed as she savored the feeling of him filling her. "It's been so long...I forgot what it feels like to have a man inside me."
Manish watched as she began to move, her hips rising and falling, her pussy sliding up and down his cock. He could feel the heat of her, the tightness of her, and he felt like he was going to explode.
"Fuck, Snigdha," he groaned, his hands gripping her hips tighter, "I can't hold back much longer."
"Wait for me Manish," she groaned, riding him hard and fast now.
She leaned back, her hands gripping his thighs for leverage. He started thrusting upwards matching her rhythm, driving himself all the way into her with each upward thrust.
Snigdha started to moan louder and louder as he perfectly hit her g-spot with each thrust. She could feel his balls slapping against her ass, his cock hitting her deep inside.
"Manish... Fuck... right there... God, right there," she moaned, her hands gripping his thighs, her nails digging into his skin.
Manish looked at Snigdha's tits bouncing with each upward thrust. He reached out and grabbed them, squeezing them, pinching her hardening nipples. Snigdha moaned louder and thrust harder against him, trying to take him even deeper.
"Don't stop Manish, don't stop... don't come yet please....wait for me Manish,"
Snigdha begged, her voice hoarse with desire, her body slick with sweat, her pussy clenching around his cock. "I want to feel you come inside me. I want you to fill me up with your cum."
Manish looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on his skin. He could feel his orgasm building, his cock throbbing in her pussy. He could barely hold on, but he didn't want this to end... he wanted her to come with him. He wanted to feel her climax around his cock, to hear her scream his name as he filled her with his cum. He could feel her muscles tightening around him, her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps.
"Fuck, Snigdha," he groaned, his voice hoarse with desire, "I can't hold on... I am going to cum Shigdha."
"Manish... oh fuck... right there... don't stop... don't fucking stop... oh God, I'm close... so fucking close..." she cried out, her body trembling, her pussy clenching around him like a vice.
He could feel the heat of her orgasm, her juices pouring out and coating his cock. He thrust deeper, harder, her screams egging him on. He reached between them, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in quick circles to match the rhythm of his thrusts.
Snigdha gasped, her body convulsing as he triggered her orgasm. she screamed, her pussy clenching around his cock, her juices coating him as she screamed and started shaking.
Right them, he exploded inside her with a roar. He thrust deep, his hips jerking as he filled her with his cum. He could feel every pulse, every spurt as he came inside her. She rode him through it, her body milking his cock, taking everything he had to give.
"Fuck, Snigdha," he groaned, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. "Fuck, that was...fuck."
She collapsed on top of him, her body shaking with aftershocks, her breath coming in short gasps. She could feel him inside her, his cock still hard, his cum filling her. She kissed his neck, his chest, his jaw, anywhere she could reach.
After a while she looked up at the wall clock -- 11:55 it read. She smiled.
"Happy birthday love," she said kissing him, "like your birthday present?"
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They couldn't have enough of each other. She no longer slept in the couch. Every night ended and every morning began the same way -- with raw, passionate sex.
Snigdha was insatiable, her appetite for Manish's body and his touch growing with each passing day. She was no longer just the sweet, innocent girl he had rescued. She was a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to take it.
Tomorrow was her birthday. Manish had taken the day off from work, and they had planned on spending the morning and early afternoon exploring the city together. They watched a movie cuddling naked against each other on the couch -- and she didn't have to pretend to fall asleep. At midnight, he kissed her and wished her Happy Birthday.
He then carried her to bed. Her laid her down on her back and started kissing her body from head to toe. She gasped as he kissed the insides of her thighs, making her squirm under his touch.
She knew he wouldn't put it in till she had cum in his mouth. He loved to drink her honey from the source and she surrendered her body, guiding her pussy into his hungry mouth.
She ground her hips as he ate her out, feeding him her pussy, which was as hungry for him as his mouth was for her.
He lapped at her clit, sucking and nibbling on it, making her moan and writhe beneath him. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her most intimate place, sending shivers down her spine.
"Yes, Manish. Right there. Oh, fuck yes," she moaned, pushing her hips up to meet his mouth. She could feel her orgasm building, her pussy tightening around nothing but air as she got closer and closer. She was so close, so fucking close.
Manish could taste her arousal, her sweet juices coating his tongue. He loved the way she tasted, the way she smelled.
"Cum for me," he mumbled into her pussy, "I am hungry for your sweet honey." He sucked harder on her clit, flicking it with his tongue, and she bucked her hips against his face, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. She screamed his name, her pussy clenching around his tongue as she erupted.
"Fuck, Manish," she moaned, her body vibrating with the force of her orgasm. He lapped at her juices, his tongue exploring every inch of her as she rode out her high.
She was still trembling when he kissed his way back up her body, leaving a trail of kisses along her stomach, her breasts, her neck, and finally, her mouth.
She could still taste herself on him, and it turned her on even more.
She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, wanting to feel him inside her. Taking his hardness in her hand, she guided him to her opening.
"Wait," he said as she was about to guide his hardness into her, "I almost forgot your birthday present."
"Can't it wait?"
"No this is important," he said and watched her face fall. 'The idiot couldn't wait till after' she is thinking for sure, he thought with a smile.
"It's right there," he said, pointing to the corner of the room where she hadn't noticed a small box wrapped in silver paper. Getting out of bed, he fetched the box and handed it to her.
"Open it," he said, his voice husky with desire.
She tore the paper off and lifted the lid to find a small, black velvet pouch.
"Make this your home Snigdha," he said as she pulled out the small velvet jewelry box, "be mine for ever." he said just as she pulled out a diamond ring.
She looked up at him in shock, her eyes wide with surprise. "Manish, is this...are you..."
He nodded, a smile spreading across his face. "I love you, Snigdha. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?"
Tears filled her eyes as she looked at the ring, then back up at him. She nodded, a smile spreading across her face. "Yes, Manish. Yes, I'll marry you."
He slipped the ring onto her finger, then pulled her into a passionate kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body against his as she kissed him back.
"Now I have a question for you," she said when they broke the kiss.
"What?"
"Can I put it now or do you have any more surprises for me?"
They both burst out laughing before making passionate love.