Misc. Erotica The Law of Jungle

"Ashmita, this would be my last attempt in this place otherwise we could move to a little ahead for our further searching," he said and dived into the water.

On the surface of the river bed, near the feet of Ashmita, Bhaskar couldn't find any other smooth stones which could be presumed as gemstones. Now, a mischievous idea came to his mind. He patted the feet of Ashmita. Ashmita felt his signal to part away her feet, and she parted away her feet underwater. Now, Bhaskar dived between her legs and slowly raised his body as her two legs were on his shoulders. Before Ashmita could understand what was happening underwater, she felt her body was slowly lifting from water, and then she saw his head rising above water and she was sitting on his shoulder. She looked stunned that her legs were wrapped around his shoulders tightly as a vise. He wrapped his arms around her waist tightly. Her breasts in a wet transparent bra were a treat for him alone. She wasn't sure who moved first, but she found herself pressed against his bare shoulders, his arms tightly wrapped around her. All of a sudden, she was scared of this and was unbalanced on his shoulder and was about to fall in the water and she clutched his head.

"Ashmita, jump, jump into the water," Bhaskar cried and he held her back with his two hands and pushed her.

Like a fish, Ashmita sprang up to one foot above his shoulder and fell into the water with a splash.

After some time, she rose above the water and swum back near to him and said with an angry face, "What's the hell this is, papa?"

"This is a kind of water game I used to play in my childhood with friends in the river. I wanted to give you a surprise so that you could feel like a fish jumping on water. But in this game, one has to make a balance of feet over the shoulders, standing up then jump into the water like a spring. Did you enjoy it?" asked Bhaskar.

"Ohhh...my God. Papa, really, I enjoyed it. It is a kind of new experience of jumping into the water," she laughed.

"Should we do it more?" asked Bhaskar.

"Sure, papa," she giggled as she was feeling direct body touch of him.

Ashmita was sitting on his shoulder. Bhaskar gasped as his free arm slid around her waist, pulling her body toward his. At the same time, he realized that she'd taken his finger off his chin and now she was clutching his head. She had a sudden urge of kissing him and she reached up and pulled his face down to her lips, her hands firmly against his nape. But he surprised her and avoided her lips, ultimately, she pressed tiny kisses instead along his temple and lower down to his neck. Now his hand was cupping the back of her head. He reached over and touched his finger very delicately to the edge of one of its straps, near her collarbone, but instead of pushing it down and off her shoulder as she thought he would, he ran his finger slowly along the upper edge of her bra in front and then traced it all the way down around the bottom. His hands gently rubbed her back where the strap had been. Ashmita moaned softly as his hands moved from her back around to her front to fondle her curves. Ashmita watched his face while he did this. It seemed more intimate than kissing him. By the time he'd finished outlining the whole thing, he'd barely touched her, and yet she was so wet she could hardly stand up. He put his hands under her hairy armpits, his fingers twined in the thick curls of her armpits, his grip forcing her to look up at him. He lifted her.

"Now, jump," he said.

After two times of that action, now Bhaskar changed his body position. In the earlier positions, Ashmita was sitting on his shoulder, clinging her feet behind his neck, and was jumping. But now, underwater, Bhaskar changed his position. He rose his head underwater near her crotch so that her crotch area of panties was touching his mouth and slowly raised his body from the water. Before rising his body above the water, he pulled her panties below her knees so that his lips could be in her cunt lips. He bent forward, his mouth going to her lower abs as his fingers found the waistband of her panties. One pull, then second pull, the panties came down below to her knees. Her two legs were on his shoulders dangling on his chest, her vulva was between his lips and he could feel her wet pubic hairs brushing his nostrils.

When he raised above the water, then Ashmita could feel something hot probing between her cunt lips. She looked downwards and found his face between her legs, most probably it was his tongue probing inside her cunt and due to nervousness, she couldn't feel where her panties were? In fact, it was hung below her knees. A tingling sensation spread throughout her body as she felt his tongue inside her cunt. The first brush of his lips against her was electric: Ashmita jerked as if she had been shocked, and his arms tightened around her. He sucked a bit, making her squirm, and his hands were on her hips. She was staring down at him, in surprise, in awe, she didn't know, she didn't know anything right then and he looked up at her, those brown eyes almost black. His fingers pressed into her naked hips, into that sensitive spot between thigh and labia, and the noise she made was only barely human. She could feel the heat of his breath as well as his tongue inside her cunt. Bhaskar could feel the sweet taste of her cunt juice. He was dragging his lips and careful tongue, heat singing through her, pleasure crawling through her belly, spreading through her hips like fingers.

"Papa," she said, as she felt his tongue inside her cunt lips, but whether she was trying to deter or encourage him, she really didn't know.

For that matter, all she did know was the way the skin in the wake of his lips rippled, sending electric sparks zinging throughout her body. She was wet now, so very wet. And she felt the quickening between her thighs. She wanted his touch. His fingers. His mouth. His cock. Some coherent part of her mind knew that she should protest because no matter what happened next everything was going to change, and they'd never be daughter-in-law and father-in-law again. Then she came to her senses.

"Papa, what's are you doing. Leave me, please. Where are my panties? Oh, my God, I am naked below," she cried frantically.

"Ohh, my God, how could it happen? It might be accidental!" he withdrew his face from her cunt, "Jump into the water. I am searching your panties in water."

In the meantime, without her knowledge, Bhaskar had unhooked her bra from her backside. When Ashmita jumped into the water, he carefully pulled down her panties from her knees, like a spring, Ashmita fell into water splashing water everywhere near him and her bra was flung a way in some distance and dipped in the water.

When Ashmita came back to her senses, she found herself completely naked. She found Bhaskar papa was diving nearby her for searching of her panties. Ashmita was in chest height water and she was assured that Bhaskar papa could not see her naked body. Her toes curled as she thought she had lost her bra and panties to the drag of the river and couldn't rise from the water in all her naked glory.

On seeing her he said, "Ashmita, your panties were struck in your thighs when you jumped. I saw your panties flung into the water but before I could catch it, the panties went down inside the water. Really, I feel sorry."

Both of them remained silent for few minutes. Then Ashmita said in teary eyes, "Papa, even I lost my bra also and now, I am completely naked."

"Don't worry, dear. Let me think about it," said Bhaskar.

Again, there was silence and Ashmita became impatient and said, "Papa, how can I go up to shore naked in front of you?"

He thought for a moment and stared at her fearful eyes, "Ashmita, we can do one thing, I will remove my boxers which you can put on and you can go to shore. You can put on your dresses and throw me back the boxers. Till such time, I will be underwater."

"OK, Papa, it's a good idea," she said in a relaxed tone.

Bhaskar came close to her, their faces were few inches away from each other. He removed his boxers and handed them to Ashmita. She put her left leg in the leg opening of the boxer then she required her balance to put her right leg inside the other leg opening of the boxer.

"Papa, I need the support of your shoulder to balance myself otherwise I cannot put on the boxer properly," she requested.

She was so close to Bhaskar that her two breasts were touching his chest and Ashmita could feel a huge erection of his throbbing cock which was touching her navel inside the water. With her hand tightly holding the shoulder of Bhaskar, she was trying to put her other leg into the leg opening of the boxer but lost balance and fell into the water with a splash and the boxer struck into one of her legs was carried away by the flow of river water. Bhaskar immediately jumped into her to hold her body and the two naked bodies were clung to each other tightly. Ashmita watched the change in Bhaskar's eyes. The irises darkened to a richer hue that took her breath away, as brown and as hot as the waters of the Caribbean. Her heart picked up a beat. Anticipation or fear, she wasn't sure which. Something hot and risky drifted through her body, pooling in the aching area between her legs.

He stopped in front of her, and for one long moment, everything caught and held, words, breaths, gazes suspended as the charged air pulsed between them, saturated with anticipation. His mouth moved closer as the air thickened and smoldered hotter, shutting out everything like night shut out day. And the eagerness expanded inside of her with a sudden obsession to run her hands all over this man. Ashmita stared up at him, her gaze still caught on his. She stretched up toward him and grazed his lower lip with the edge of her teeth. Heat flared in his eyes. He brought his mouth down on hers, harder, hungrier ever before. He entered her mouth, thrusting his tongue inside with an eager moan. He leaned closer and cradled her chin in his hand, and heaven helps her, just the heat of his touch melted whatever resolve she had left. It kept her from retreating into that guarded fortress again, the place where she could not reject him before he had the chance to enter her.

He leaned closer, still, and the instant their mouths met, she felt with shock the soft, hot texture of his tongue sliding into her mouth. He expected resistance but there was none. Her breasts rose and fell with the quickening pace of her breathing, and unfamiliar shivers of delight coursed through her body. She had never been kissed like this. Ever. The kiss was hot and hard, and she didn't even try to fight it. She opened her mouth to his and lost herself to the taste of him. The sweep of his tongue as he explored her mouth. The nip of his teeth against her lips. This wasn't a kiss, it was a stand-in for sex, and every cell in her body knew it. Her skin felt flush, her nipples hard as stones. And the ache between her thighs was so intense that it took a monumental effort to keep from straddling his thigh and rubbing herself shamelessly against him simply to relieve the pressure.

As if he understood her need, he shifted his stance, and the hand that had been at her waist now slid up under her breasts, pressing gently against the bare flesh. At the same time, he broke the kiss, his mouth traveling down until he found her breast. Ashmita could feel his hot tongue on her nipples which had become hard like pebbles. She closed her eyes and could do nothing but surrender to the burning heat of it. Was this real? she wondered in a love-struck haze she would surely chastise herself for later. Was Bhaskar papa truly kissing her? And was she letting him? Yes, yes, she was. She reached up to rest her hands on his broad shoulders while passion raced through her veins. She felt a throbbing sensation between her thighs from the chaos of vibrations in her body, and it sent her head spinning. Slowly he drew back, and she opened her eyes. He was regarding her closely.

"Was that necessary?" she asked with breathless, lingering desire, knowing she wasn't fooling him for a second with that feeble attempt at hauteur.

She'd just dissolved into warm putty in his hands, and he knew it. He replied," I believe so."

He leaned into her again, kissing her deeply a second time. She let out a whimper, a sound she'd never heard herself make before, and reached out to hold his face in her hands, to run her fingers through his beautiful thick hair. A symphony of little sighs poured out of her. Oh, she had definitely made the right decision to swim together today, she thought with a rapturous smile. Think of what she was learning. It was all truly sublime.

"You're delicious," he said, kissing down the side of her neck until she could barely breathe inside.

His fingers played in the upswept hair at her nape, "You're beautiful, Ashmita. You must know it. Look at me. I want you like a schoolgirl."

He wrapped his hand around the back of her head and pressed his mouth firmly to hers again, and she met the kiss eagerly with lips parted, fists gripping his lapels. She could barely comprehend the ferocity of her desires.

"Papa, it is unfortunate that your boxer was carried away by the river water making you naked which was not planned. But, please tell me honestly, wasn't it a plan to make me naked!" she asked smilingly.

"Yes, dear, it was a plan," he replied in a cool voice.

"But, why papa?" she further asked.

"Because you were peeping through the hole of the hut. Now, tell me honestly, were you not peeping?" he asked with a mischievous smile.

She remained silent for a moment then raised her eyebrows, "Yes, I was peeping through the hole and I got jealous towards that tribal teen who was lucky enough to have you. You were so close to me then why did you opt for that tribal teen instead of me? Why papa? Why?"

With her teary eyes, she continued, "Perhaps, you don't know, Debasish and I are no longer wife and husband. Although we are staying in the same room, in the same bed but physically and emotionally, both of us are separated now, and most probably we both will be divorced from each other once we leave here and reach Kolkata because my husband, Debasish is sleeping with your own daughter-in-law and my best friend Madhu."

"Oh, God, so sad! I never expected this thing to happen. Don't worry, my dear Ashmita, from this moment, I am with you and I will always stand beside you. Now, you forget that I am your father-in-law, think me as your lover, not only a lover but think me as your husband and I can guarantee you that I could satisfy you more than your husband," Bhaskar said.

"I know that papa. I have seen your big thing and I understand that you can satisfy any woman of this world and I am lucky that I am with you by the grace of God. But, papa, please promise me that henceforth, you will never go to any tribal girl or tribal woman, you will be solely my only mine," said Ashmita.

He wiped out her tears and said, "I promise."

Their mouths parted again, and still gasping, they stared into each other's eyes. Nothing was said;

there was nothing to say. When they kissed again, this time slowly, more carefully. His cock,

which had hardened at the first kiss, now felt her hand tighten around it. What had strained and erected awkwardly in the folds of his briefs a few moments before now had been straightened to her touch. His mouth found her nipple as he felt her hand slip between his two legs. There were a few moments of exquisite pleasure before Bhaskar turned and began to nibble at Ashmita's neck and earlobe. He could feel himself growing too much rock hard again, which surprised him because the water was so cold. Ashmita pulled away for a moment and then came in to kiss him on the mouth. And then his lips covered hers and she forgot all about everything. His lips slanted over hers gently, and then with more pressure. His tongue probed and she opened her mouth to let him in. She moaned as her tongue rubbed his and wrapped her arms around his neck. He took immediate advantage with his hands, branding her as he cradled the undersides of her bare breasts and thumbed her nipples. A whorl of sensations enveloped her, the cool pool water, the warm afternoon air, and mostly the muscled wall of a man holding her firmly against him.

Ashmita threaded her fingers through his wet hair and pulled him closer to deepen the kiss. The rest of the world disappeared and shrunk to the two of them. Two bodies tightly entwined, desperately lapping and nibbling at each other's mouths. His hands slid around her back and under her arms. He pulled her tight against him, her wet breasts and hardened nipples teased against his bare chest. Her desire rose and whirled through her, firing pistons and tingling body parts that had lain dormant for too long. She'd never been this hot during a kiss, but then, this was no mere kiss. She wanted to wrap herself around him and lick him from head to toe and back up again with one big pause in the middle. The kiss was inevitable as sunrise and just as fiery.

And then his lips covered hers and she forgot all about everything. His lips slanted over hers gently, and then with more pressure. His tongue probed and she opened her mouth to let him in. She moaned as her tongue rubbed his and wrapped her arms around his neck. He'd heard of fireworks during kisses, but he'd always relegated that as a myth belonging to romance novels and Disney movies. But as Bhaskar rubbed his tongue in Ashmita's mouth and arched his raging hard-on against her crotch, he believed. Bells rang and lights flashed. He took immediate advantage with his hands, branding her as he cradled the undersides of her bare breasts and thumbed her nipples. A whorl of sensations enveloped her, the cool pool water, the warm afternoon air, and mostly the muscled wall of a man holding her firmly against him.

Ashmita undulated her hips against his hardness. He grunted and began backing them up toward the steps in the shallow water of the river. She felt hot compared to the water in the river. He was able to raise and lower her easily in the bobbing water and she gasped in his ear as he drove deeper. This time his overwhelming feeling was one of accomplishment. He wanted to stay there forever; the two of them locked, joined, and somehow completed. A moment later he sensed her eagerness to struggle free so he grasped her hips and covered her mouth with his. Her wriggling, his thrusts, her fingernails on his shoulders, his beating heart, all quickly climaxed in an exquisite shuddering burst.

"God!" she said and struggled free.

Dammit, he hadn't meant to kiss her again. He hadn't meant to do a lot of things, but once she came up for air and her upper body revealing her swelling big breasts above the water along with her flat stomach, he'd been a goner. He looked down at her to see her shaking herself back to full awareness. He kept kissing her. Had to, really. Kissing her and getting her to the shore of the river so he could get her damn pussy and his cock inside her was as necessary as his next breath. More maybe. Even the back of his head pounded with need. No wait, his head did pound. He gave her one last voracious kiss and reluctantly pulled his head back only to get it smashed forward again. What the hell? Then she came up sputtering for air. while she swam to shallow water furiously. Bhaskar swam in small circles inches away from her, a boyish grin on his face.

She stood chest-high in water and glared at him, "I wish you'd thought of that before getting me naked. What will I wear now? I will be wearing my dresses without a bra and panties."

He shrugged, swam even closer, and stood in front of her. His warm breath tickled her cheek, "I will be also wearing my shorts without a boxer," he whispered.

Ashmita turned towards the shore and asked, "I'm heading back, are you coming?"

"Hey, listen Ashmita, I want to fuck you under the open sky in the lap of nature," he said.

"Really, papa!" she giggled.

"From onwards, no papa," he said.

"Then what?" she asked in a teasing voice.

"Call me Bhas when we are alone," he said.

She bent her head near his face, clutched his face tightly, kissed on his lips, and said, "Bhas, I love you. Now, come and fuck me."

Taking long strides, she waded out of the water, each step revealing more of her swaying rosy cheeks of her globes of buttocks rhythmically. In passing, Ashmita brushed against Bhaskar's purple glans that had now surfaced completely. He followed her. Just like two naked children, they moved near to the farthest corner of the bank where a big tree was standing above. The sand under the shadow was cool and soothing. They sat on the cool bed of sand. Both of them realized this was the best-secluded place for a fucking. There'd be no rude interruptions, no second thoughts, and no stopping. Her blood caught fire, swirling want and need through her veins. Her body had been in a state of readiness for him from the morning, waiting and wanting. His hand was cool on her sun-drenched skin, evoking a small gasp from her.

He bent his head over her and pressed butterfly kisses to the swell of each breast. Her heat mixed with his chill and tiny reactions exploded throughout her body.

She arched into the imprint of his lips, too weak to resist the demands of his desire. Too soon, he raised his head to give her a warm, sultry look. She melted beneath that look; tried to form a response, perhaps tease him about sniffing her skin next, but all she could do was stare into his heated gaze and melt a little more. His thumb rimmed the indent of her belly button, sending tingles to her pulse. Then his hand lifted from her belly, his index finger tracing a path up the middle of her ribcage, and she stopped thinking altogether. His gaze moved down as he cupped her breast, massaging gently. Exposed to the fresh air, to the sun, to his heated gaze, desire throbbed to her nipple until it stood erect, swollen and seeking attention.

"Bhash..." She was pleading for him to take her into his mouth and suck the aching throb.

"Close your eyes and enjoy," he said.

Giving herself completely up to his ministrations, she did as she was told and closed her eyes. She bit down on her lip at the sweet agony as he rolled her sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He moved to her other breast, massaging, tweaking, and then leaving both her nipples in an identical state of arousal as his hand moved away. But not for long. His lips closed over the peak of her breast, his tongue rasping over one engorged nipple as he sucked her deep into his mouth. The beating sun outside of the shade crested her other nipple, lavishing a different kind of heat and twin threads of desire pulled tight all the way to her core. She arched her spine, unable to keep still, her breasts reaching for more of both. Bhaskar's fingers worked loose on both sides of her thigh joints brushing the pubic hairs kept aside. He didn't touch her crotch area, but her body knew what was coming and heat pooled low in her abdomen. Her blood steamed inside her veins and each breath came out on a whimpered moan.

"Part your thighs, baby," his voice was husky, a groan of his own need, and she obeyed willingly.

His mouth moved off her breast. Her lids were so heavy, she couldn't open her eyes, but she knew instinctively that he'd lifted his gaze to the apex of her spread thighs. Without his mouth sucking her, without his body covering her, with only his gaze on her and the anticipation of his next touch, every sensory nerve seemed to be pulsing at her center. The intensity grew with each passing second that he didn't touch her. The heat of the sun stroked her core, hotter and hotter until her lower folds were swollen masses of aching desire.

"Bhash, please..." She couldn't take much more.

Slowly, again he touched one of her thighs, and her heart pounded an erratic rhythm as he slid his hand up her thigh, then across to the slit in her split drawers. He found the damp center between her legs.

She let out a gasp of both shock and delight. He stroked her with his open palm, and she became intoxicated by the hot, searing motion of his hand. She opened her eyes and looked up at his handsome face against the blue sky, and discovered he was intently watching her expression.

"My husband never did anything like this to me," she told him, certain she had surprised him with the confession, which came completely unbidden.

"Then he didn't know how to love you properly, "he replied.

He kissed her again and twirled his tongue inside her mouth, then kissed down the front of her quivering stomach.

"Oh, this is wicked," she whispered, knowing she should put a stop to it, but how could she when it was all so new and daring and exciting?

He grinned and slowly slid his finger inside her. She sucked in a breath and writhed in pleasure on the sand, then groaned on the outstroke and licked her lips voraciously.

"It feels good," she whispered. "Too good."

His palms pressed against her thighs, easing them apart. Oh, God. Oh God oh God oh God. His fingers feathered over her hips, her stomach. Her muscles danced under his touch. Ashmita plunged her fingers back into all that grey hair of his head. She whimpered, her hips pressing up to meet his hands. He slid his hand between her legs again, velvet slick against the wetness there. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she groaned. Ashmita felt like she was coming apart, and he hadn't even gotten inside her yet.

"Bhash," she whispered, "Please."

"Hush, baby. Look at me," Bhaskar said.

She opened her eyes, saw him watching her with a hooded expression. He knelt between her legs, "Don't move," he said, sliding his hands around her calves.

He pushed her knees up, her feet flat on the sand, "Let me take care of what's mine."

No one had done this before. Not even Debasish nor Dipankar, his son.

"You're shaking," he said softly. His hands hadn't stopped moving: up her legs, over her hips, his palms tracing the curve of her waist, her ribs, "Are you okay? Do I need to slow down?"

"I'm okay," she whispered.

He smiled. "Good girl. Thank you." His hands dragged back down her stomach, up her thighs, and he pressed her knees farther apart. The cool air on wet skin was like its own touch.

She bucked as the tip of a finger stroked a line between the folds and rubbed lightly over her pulsating pearl. Liquid heat rushed from her. That finger trailed down to dip inside and massage her juices into her throbbing flesh.

"Bhash, I can't..." a burning tremor started deep inside. She needed to explode. Right now.

"Okay, baby, let go," his mouth crushed over her breast again, sucking her nipple hard against the length of his tongue.

Between her thighs, his thumb swirled a point of hot pleasure into her pearl bud while his palm rubbed hard against her swollen lower lips. Two fingers speared her, touching an erogenous spot deep within her. Once she'd peaked and crashed, his fingers stopped moving but remained buried deep so she could pulse and clench against the thickness as she slowly floated down from that staggering height of oblivion and brought her legs together. She gripped his shoulders and thrust her hips forward as he inserted another finger. The sensation he created had her spiraling out of control. The place spun as the heat boiled inside her. She let her head fall against him and closed her eyes, indulging in the way his finger felt as he moved it inside her. With his other hand, he guided her to the sand floor, sitting on the edge as he continued to feel her from the inside. He pressed his lips against her stomach, licking just below her belly button. Ashmita rocked against his finger, forcing him to move deeper.

"Are you trying to come, kitten?" Bhaskar asked.

And when he pressed his thumb against her clit, she exploded all over his hand. Her knees buckled and she lost her balance, her hands grabbing him for support. Her torso lifted off the ground as she exploded in wave upon wave of burning heat, grinding her core against his palm and the fingers thrusting to the rhythm of her climax. Ashmita felt utterly boneless. Each breath was a gulp for air as tremors of aftershock shuddered through her. She raked her fingers through his hair and gloried in his possessiveness, then caressed his cheeks while he licked and flicked with his tongue and drove her insane with lust. Lifting her hips off the sand to push against his pelvis, she trembled with need and fought the urge to beg him to do it now- to plunge into her at once and satisfy this impossible yearning. She could barely believe any of this was really happening.

A fiery heat ignited deep inside her as she felt his feathery touch on her quivering thighs. He took her in his arms, then his lips grazed over the top of her body, between her breasts and across her navel. He slid down to kiss her knees and inner thighs, then moved up and up until he could bury his face in her hot, pulsating center. Overcome with both shock and delight, she lifted her hips in response. He slid his hands under her bottom to pull her even nearer to him as he slipped his tongue into her folds and tasted her with his hungry mouth. He had worked her up to such a state of arousal, that she became obsessed with seeing it through. He wrinkled his nose and then kissed her again before easing her onto her back, "Today will be about exploration. I want to learn your body."

He spread her legs apart, taking in the beautiful sight of her glistening folds," I wonder if I can make you come with my tongue."

"Please," she begged.

"Begging? I like that." he positioned himself between her thighs, placing one of her legs over his shoulder, "But there will be no begging today. I'll give you everything you need, cupcake."

He kissed the inside of her thigh and said, "You may not touch me."

He ran the tip of his tongue along her slit and said, "I want you to focus on the way I make you feel."

She lifted her hips off the sand floor urging him to take more of her.

"I'm in control, remember?" he said and he wasn't cruel.

Bhaskar responded by spreading her open with his fingers and licking her with long slow swipes. Her legs tensed against his shoulders He crawled in between her legs, spreading her thighs and lowering his head. His nose brushed her clit, and her back arched so sharply he dug his fingers into her thighs to keep her steady. And instead of backing off, instead of letting her breathe, he turned the full attention of his mouth to it, holding tight onto her, following the movement of her hips. His tongue traced the contour of her cunt, his beard brushing soft against her thighs. Every muscle in her body was flexed and hard against him, against her bonds, the pressure ratcheted uptight and hot in her midsection. She wanted to curl up into a ball, wanted to wrap her arms and legs around him. Ashmita wanted his grip to bruise her. She wanted to come again so bad she could barely think. He uncurled one arm from around her hip, and she felt his fingers brush her ass, under his chin. His tongue dragged up the length of her cunt lips, fingers following the trail, pushing into her at the same time he sucked her clit into his mouth.

"I like the way you taste," he took his time, kissing and licking her slit before adding his fingers to massage inside her.

"Oh..." Breaths escaped her lips in tiny gasps.

He smiled against her mound before diving into her pussy with his tongue. She thrust her hips forward, rocking against his face. Her cry was sharp and loud and made her acutely aware of the near-silence in the room, of the sounds he was making, the sounds she was making, but he hummed again and smiled against her cunt. And flipped his hand over, palm up, and curled his fingers.

"Shit," Ashmita breathed, "Bhash, God--"

He lifted his head, letting his thumb take over where his mouth had been. "Are you going to come for me, baby?"

It wasn't long before her body began jerking, and Ashmita cried out, then pressed her hands at his temples to direct his attack. Heaving violently, she gasped with desire, but before the mounting pleasure exploded within her, she took hold of his shoulders and pulled him up for a deep, wet kiss. It didn't take her long to let go and release. She screamed out his name as her legs contracted against his shoulders and then she sank limply into the sand.

Ashmita lowered her arms to reach around him and pulled his tight body into hers. His erection pressing against her was heaven, and her body responded, turning molten, preparing her for the ultimate slide of skin on skin. Ashmita boldly lowered her hand to cradle his erection. His groan reverberated through her, raising her arousal to a fever. His alluring scent filled her nostrils, making her want to press her face to his torso and breathe him in. She rose on tiptoes to press her lips against his and slide her tongue into his mouth. Their earlier kisses had nothing on this one. Ashmita moved her hands around his front, she slid one hand down the front, finding the hot flesh which she wanted badly. Her other hand went back to his shoulder to find balance as she stroked him. The slit between her legs dampened and the pulsing pressure yearned to be released. Ashmita wanted him. Now. On the sand. Anyway, she could get him.

She didn't hesitate, "I want to make you feel good," she knelt in front of him, taking his cock in her hand, "Would you like that?"

"You have no idea," Bhaskar said and guided her face closer to his body," But now I want you to do what you want."

She darted her tongue out, licking the pre-cum from his tip.

"Fuck!" burst from his lips.

His reaction encouraged her, so she swirled her tongue around his cock before taking more of him into her mouth. He twisted his fingers into her hair and pushed her further onto his shaft. She hummed around him as she took his balls in one of her soft hands. The more he tugged on her hair, the deeper she went.

"What a skilled mouth you have. If you keep that up, I'm going to come down your pretty little throat," he said and panted.

She gripped the base of his cock, wrapping her palm around it as she kept up her quick strokes with her mouth. The moans that came from deep within his chest told her he was close.

But, immediately, forcefully he withdrew his cock from her mouth and gasped, "No, no, Ashmita, that is saved for your pussy."

He got up and sat beside her, his throbbing cock was bathed with her saliva, the drips of saliva were falling on sand making a patch of wet grounds.

"That was perfect and if I would not have controlled myself everything would have gone under your throat," he pulled her up into his lap and kissed her.

"We have plenty of time." he moved his hand up and down her back in long, deliberate strokes.

He slipped his fingers between her legs and ran them along her entrance. Every one of his touches demanded her lust for him, making her instantly crave more.

"I don't know how much I can handle, but I like your Dominant side. I want you to show me," she giggled.

As he fingered her, he attacked her mouth, nipping and sucking on her bottom lip. She turned and got up on her knees so she could face him.

"Show me now," she teased him.

She saw the agony of unspent desire carved into Bhaskar's face just before his head came down, his mouth crushing hers in an unyielding kiss. His tongue pushed deep inside to mate with hers and she met each stroke with a fresh surge of passion. His body moved partially over hers as he inserted a leg between her thighs. The length of his erection lay thick and heavy on her belly. Skin roughened by chest hairs scraped a new level of sensitivity over her breasts and her nipples hardened against his warm skin. Her belly was tightening again, demanding more, aching for the fullness of him thrusting deep inside her, joining them with the same intimacy of his darting, exploring tongue. She hooked one leg around him and arched her hips, rocking slightly, thrilling in the sensation as he grew even harder against her belly. His fingers tangled in her hair, his body sliding over hers with a hot, dragging friction. She slid her arms around him, her nails scraping lightly down his back.

He reached for his backpack and settled between her thighs a few moments later, fully sheathed. Supporting his weight on his elbows, poised for entry at the juncture of her thighs, he looked into her eyes. He didn't say anything, didn't move as he looked at her. His eyes held a depth of emotion she'd never seen there before. Hunger, need, the same raw desire that strained at his jaw, but so much more. He hungered for her, not just a woman's body. The urgency to bury himself deep inside her was the culmination of building desire and not merely the urge to sate an immediate need. Every primal, possessive instinct he'd shown along the way had returned to gather in that look with a common theme: You belong to me. Not forever. She knew that. For one day at the most, perhaps even for only one hour. She told herself it was enough.

"Hi," she whispered.

Then, finally, he brought his mouth down to brush kisses over the column of her throat.

"I want you to look into my eyes while I do this," he said and sat upon his knees, wrapped her legs around his waist, and pushed inside her and he slid into her an exquisite inch by inch until he'd buried himself to the hilt.

He filled her completely, his heat pulsing thick and heavy inside her, and she threw her head back on a soft moan at the overwhelming sensation. His kisses had trailed to one breast and he took the peak into his mouth, his tongue flicking her nipple to an erect nub. He cupped her other breast and teased that nipple with his thumb. Fire licked her veins and spread a web of aching heat throughout. She spread her legs wider and wrapped them around him, resting her heels on his strong, muscular back. He slid all the way in, then drew out slowly, and the sensations were almost unbearable, agonizing their intensity. He withdrew a couple of inches and then thrust hard with a force that pounded a wall of red-hot desire straight to her core. Her eyes widened when he started to move. As he plunged deep inside again, she rubbed herself against his pubic bone and threw her head back as he pumped wildly into her.

Her sighs soon grew to moans, and she reached the heights of rapture, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck as she buried her face in the crook of his shoulder and exploded with sizzling triumph.

"Feel me, kitten? All of me," Bhaskar didn't give her time to respond.

She wiggled and worked her bottom, rubbing her pubic hair against his stomach until he could delay no longer. He'd been wanting to make love to her all day, and it was all he could do to keep from exploding before he'd done all he could to give her the full measure of his abilities.

"We have all day," he whispered, needing to apologize in advance for his eagerness, and vowing to give her everything he was capable of before evening, "But I must have you now, Ashmita. I must."

"I want you, too. I thought of nothing else all day. I can't wait any longer," Ashmita panted.

Their eyes locked on each other as he rose on one arm and reached down with the other hand to guide his way to her damp, primed opening. With a groan, he slid some two inches into her, then withdrew and returned for the full onslaught of his passions. She implored him to drive deeper by cupping his buttocks in her hands and gyrating her hips as he drew in and out with unstoppable lust.

"Open wider," he growled, and she readily obeyed, throwing her head back on the sand and gasping with hungry desire.

He rose on one arm again and dipped his face to suck furiously on one of her breasts, while the friction below sent an excruciating fire through his body.

"May I touch you now?" she asked.

"I'd like nothing more," he smiled.

She put her palms against his stomach and ran them up over his chest and across his shoulders. "You're so strong," She leaned forward, trailing kisses along his jaw and lips.

Her tenderness took his breath away. He slowed his movements, taking in their connection. He'd always taken his tribal partners fast and hard. Never allow for any kind of intimacy other than what was necessary. This encounter seemed different. When he felt his stomach muscles tightening, he mentally cursed himself for wanting to give in so soon. He slowed his pace easing her onto her back. Her bottom lip trembled as she gripped his shoulders.

"Harder," he whispered through heated breath, "I want you to take all of me. Wrap your legs around me."

Ashmita lifted her legs and hooked them around his waist. He slid balls deep into her heat He dug his fingers into her hips, raised her off the bed, and pounded into her.

"Oh God, you're so tight," he cried as a sleek sheen of sweat formed over his skin as he allowed himself to be caught up in her frenzy.

The more he gave her the more he wanted. The feel of her warmth around his cock along with those sexy, little noises that escaped her lips was too much. Not to mention the fact that she'd obeyed him and never took her eyes away from his. Perfect! He increased his pace pounding into her with an unrestrained force. She raised her hips off the sand floor, meeting him thrust for thrust. He needed her closer to him, so he bent down and, pulling her up into his lap. She cried out on the wave of pleasure pain. Her fingers tore through his hair and clutched in a desperate need to anchor herself as he withdrew slowly and plunged hard and fast again, and again, taking her to a new, burning height with each thrust. His mouth clenched on her breast around a hoarse grunt. Her body bucked off the ground as he tensed deep inside her and then, on an almost savage roar that rumbled in his throat, he found his release and swept her over the black edge of her climax.

"Ashmita," he swept her hair up into a makeshift ponytail and tugged her head back, nipping and sucking on her neck, "You are mine now."

He closed his eyes, exploding into her pussy as he swiveled his hips against her a few more times. Her muscles clamped his pulsing length, milking every last drop of his release as she rode wave upon wave of blinding heat. He stayed seated deep inside her until the last shudder left her body. She clasped his biceps and cried out before dropping her head to rest on his shoulder. He stroked her back as he kissed her hair. He waited until her breathing returned to normal before rolling off her.

"Ashmita," his voice was butter soft, a balm to her splintered nerves, "Come here, baby."

His arm came around her waist, pulling her down firmly into the cradle of his embrace as he sprawled out over the sand, her cheek pressed to the thudding beat of his heart.

"That was amazing," his fingers curled in her hair, brushing her fringe aside, and his lips pressed gently to her forehead, "You're amazing."

A knot formed in her throat at his tenderness. The sexual energy-consuming her had been drained, the anxiety attack squelched, and emotion rushed in to fill the gap. At least half of the ache of longing she'd kept suppressed for so many days had been for this...to be folded in his warmth and to be cherished, to feel complete and at peace instead of like a live wire that had been abruptly severed. She slanted one leg over his and folded her arms across his chest to prop her chin on.

Ashmita gave him a playful smile," Tell me something I don't know."

"It's always been different with you, Ashmita. Something special after so many years of fucking with tribal women, fucking you was like enjoying a fresh rain after a scorching summer heat," his grin came on slow and sexy as he linked his arms around her, his hands resting on the small of her back.

The sun was setting down. Bhaskar was very happy, today he tasted a virgin cunt as well as an experienced cunt. They reached the bungalow before evening. When they reached, they found Okato, along with some other 4 nos of tribes were conversing with Arnab near the porch area. Bhaskar stopped there and Ashmita went ahead.

Okato and other tribes greeted Bhaskar. Arnab said, "Okato has come to invite all family members to attend a marriage ceremony to be held tonight in the village."
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