Chapter 3

Someone Else

Riya’s POV

Harsh’s call interrupted my thoughts, so I closed the shower and emerged wrapped in a red towel, looking extremely attractive to my open wet hair. Harsh thinks I look sexier with wet hair.

Harsh was lying on the bed, keeping a close eye on me.

“What are you seeing?” I asked him.

“You,” he said in my ear as he got out of bed, hugging my waist, keeping his face on my shoulder, and looking in the mirror.

“Let me get ready,” I fluttered and murmured to him.

“How much do you have to get ready?” he asked, as he moved my waist towards him.

“Let’s cancel today’s outing; I want to spend time with you,” he murmured, pulling me into his arms and laying me on the bed before I could respond.

He was also lying on my side and kissed me on the forehead after sweeping my hair away from my face.

I was attempting to wrap my arms around him.

“Let me see you resting in this manner.” He said this while staring me down in the eyes.

I shyly closed my eyes.

He said, “Open your eyes and let me see.”

With a smile, I replied. “No, you’re making me nervous if you look like this.”

He drew a small black mark near my ear with a pen on the edge of the bed.

“Why?” I inquired.

“I did this to keep the evil eye away from you.” He remarked this while putting his pen down.

His warm palms stroked my cheeks.

In his arms, I felt completely at ease and confining. He approached me from the side and laid on top of me, kissing me on the neck. His touch made my body shiver.

“Let’s move,” I said, holding his black, combed hair in both hands. We had to leave, but he whispered in my ear, “Now I have nowhere to go,” and began kissing the back of my neck.

I had no clothes on. It was after he took the red towel off of my body. Then he tossed it on the bed’s edge.

I tried to wrap him around my body to cover myself, but his T-shirt got in the way, so he took it off and wrapped himself around my body.

“Your breasts are wonderful,” he exclaimed, placing his hot palms on my chest. “When I noticed your light pink nipples, I couldn’t help myself” and started turning his tongue over them one by one.

As a result, I tightened my grip on his hair.

He kisses the top of my belly button and puts his tongue on it. I became engrossed. I was moaning in e****** when he murmured to me with his raised hand towards my genital area.

“You have a lot of attractiveness.” While rubbing my main area with his fingertips, he felt my dampness.

He noticed and murmured, “You’re feeling so desperate because you’re ready to deliver it to me right away.”

As a result, I put his middle finger into my womanhood, and he pushed his middle finger into my entry.

“Please,” I blurted as I grasped his hand. As I got uncontrollable, he placed his lips on my neck and began pushing his finger in and out swiftly.

“Your vaginal squeeze squeezed thick white thighs, resulting in a perfect fit,” he said again in my ear.

“Please hurry.” I let out a gasp.

He quickened the pace of his foreplay. It completely drenched him in sweat.

“Can I enter my manhood inside you?” he inquired.

I replied, “no,” stating that I needed more time to prepare.

He waited for my permission, and after some time had passed, I asked him to let him in since I desperately needed his help.

He undid his jeans, put on his briefs, and inserted a condom on his firm cock before entering it into the genitals, as per my consent. His manhood had reached its full potential.

I screamed in pain.

“Should I come to a halt?” With concern, he inquired.

I told him no.

With all his power, he pressed his cock into my femininity and slid it all the way within. I squeezed him between my thighs, and he rested on top of me, slowly twisting his manhood inside out and holding my hands with his fingers. While attempting to kiss me on the lips, he entangled my toes in his feet.

I shift my gaze to the other side to avoid Harsh’s kiss. He kisses me and moves my face towards him; I feel compelled to turn my face towards him; he brushes his lips against my turning face towards him; he looks lovingly at me. As I squeezed my lips together with all my might, he tried everything he could to open them. However, he could only suck my lips from the outside.

It exhausted me as his sweat dripped down my skin. After releasing himself, he was also completely focused on me. When I persuaded him to lie down on his side, he did so.

“I love you,” he whispered in my ear, and I, who was sleeping on his side, responded, “I love you, too.”

I returned to him and laid down in his arms, wearing my T-shirt and shots from the washroom.

When I closed my eyes, I lost myself in my world.

What was the matter with me?

Why do I want Harsh to stay away from me?

So, what happened to me today? I’ve done nothing like this before.

Is it true that I love Harsh?

Why am I thinking of Rachit while I’m with Harsh, of course?

Why hadn’t I let Harsh kiss me on the lips, after all?

Rachit’s touch sent a tingling sensation over my entire body.

Why didn’t I feel the same way about Harsh?

Why is it that such a kiss does not make me happy?