They lay naked next to each other, side by side, her back to his front. He inhaled the sweet … fragrance of her hair. She allowed herself to feel his touch as he slowly but surely ran his hand over her thigh and stomach, relaxing deeper into his caressing arms. He held her closely like she was his, and under the warming sheets of the bed they shared they bonded.

Between them there was still a degree of uncertainty, they could not see each others eyes, and had only met three days ago. They could not transmit their thoughts to each other. The windows to their souls were not facing each other as and were instead, instinctively communicating with body language.

She could listen and feel the beating of his heart on her back through his chest. He could read the slight movements of her feet on his legs as they suggested a need for intertwining. He pressed his mouth to the back of her neck and kissed it longingly, his nose buried in a small bundle of her hair and as he did so, could feel her bosom heave. His member lay gently pressed on her buttocks flaccid, began to stir and slightly swell.

She felt so close to him as he tenderly embraced her, feeling a warm security, and her toes began to tingle as she felt the arousal in her loins creeping in on her. His right hand began to palm her stomach. Circling over her tummy and thigh, then her breasts. His eyes were closed as he visualized the contours of her young fleshy body.

The smooth motion of his wandering, feeling palm became interrupted as it passed over a stiffened nipple. Firmly he clasped her breast and his whole body urged to move her in closer. His hips began to writhe and penis swelling more erect, pressing her.

As they listened to the gentle wind outside, she realized that her thighs were moving with his, and almost instinctively, she hooked her right leg over, pulling his between her hips. He could feel the damp warmth between her on his upper leg, and together they rocked each other slowly.

One hand she had on his, over her breast as he gently toyed, pulled and squeezed at her aroused nipple. With her free one she reached down, and from between both their legs she pulled his penis. She felt his sticky fluid run over her fingers as she guided its bulging head to meet the moistened lips of her shaven pussy.

Slightly arching her back, at the same time while he pushed his hips from behind and slid his stiff penis into her.

She could feel his heart pounding on her, and letting out a small gasp, they began to thrust at each other. Long and slow, deep thrusts. They were interlocked, holding each other as their most precious of all possessions.

With more retreating motions he could feel her moistness on his balls, and with each motion she could feel his tip and under-shaft running up against the roof of her vagina. She tried to clamp him even tighter.

Turning her head to his, their eyes met for the first time. They could see each other's feelings of rising intensity, anxiety and pleasure. He kissed her lips, probing gently with his tongue on hers for a second. He then held his mouth to her rosy cheeks.

Breathing in each others breath as they gently panted, they became mildly dizzy from each others carbon dioxide. The pace of their thrusts then increased.

In moments their hips and inner thighs became positively wet with each others fluid and together they sang quiet and passionate sounds to each other. Their foreheads were damp with perspiration, and their movement under the warm and humid sheets blew up the air from under them and they could both taste the scent of their lovemaking.

She raised her right leg higher, trying to open up for him even further, and buried her face into the elbow pit of his arm, which spooned and supported her. Taking her hand from his, which continued to hold and massage her breasts, kneading rhythmically he slid it down her stomach and abdomen until she found her clitoris. The tips of her fingers became sticky and wet from her own natural lubrication as she gently circled and rubbed her sensitive, swollen hub.

Varying the playing motion to her own satisfaction, she could feel the riggidness of his penis making continual rhythmical contact with her inner wet flesh, causing a steadily intensifying friction.

He opened his mouth over the ball of her shoulder and gently held it in his teeth, mounding up loose flesh, which he carefully sucked and licked. He wanted to feel her texture and taste her smooth reddened skin on his tongue while they fucked.

An electrifying bubbling within his balls, knees and feet began to rise within him through his stomach. He held her more tightly in, humping faster until the sound of his girls elevated moaning caused him to erupt inside her. She clenched around him and gasped as she felt his hot cum gush from his cock, her finger rapidly motioning her clit and came almost immediately with him.

Turning her face to his, she ran her tongue deep down his throat, which was instantly replied and they paused. Their universes rushed together at the same time, locked physically, breaths held and riding the waves of their passion.

For a moment there was no real coherence of the outside world, until slowly they began to relax. The sounds of the night breeze brought them back to their familiar surroundings. Their tongues slowly withdrew, and their eyes could once again look into each other. They kissed each other on the lips.

Her leg slowly closed down and he gently withdrew his penis from her, which was followed by a thin flowing stream of semen and pussy liquid. He wiped her clean with some bundled tissues from the bedside and they kissed again, holding each others cheek before she turned over into his arm.

Together they lay there again, her back to his front, just listening to the breeze through the open window that cooled and soothed over them. Their heartbeats returned to normal and their breathing wound down to a calmness, helped by the sound of rustling trees and together they fell into a deep sleep.

Feeling his eyes on her as she stroked his shaft with her mouth only made her pulse beat harder and faster. The broiling emptiness of her pussy was clawing at the walls of her consciousness. She might have sucked him until he filled her mouth with his cream, but she realized she was the one who could only take so much more.

She finally released his pulsing cock from her mouth, pulled his shorts the rest of the way off and yanked off her bikini bottom. His eyes were constantly on her as she moved back over him to sit astride his hips. Holding his cock in place, she finally lowered her smoothly waxed pussy onto his rigid shaft.

They groaned at the same time, and he pulled her forward to kiss her as she began to ride his length with the rocking drive of her hips. He clutched her ass tightly, pulling her open as he met the rock of her hips with his thrusting cock.

She felt the power in his hips, in the unrelenting push and pull of his impossibly thick cock while he kissed her with a hunger that made her head swim. She started to cum, but he held on, holding back his explosion as he drove into her deeper and faster.

Finally, he rolled, taking her with him, until she found herself lying beneath him. His cock was still embedded deeply in her pussy as he gazed down at her. She was no longer the boss’s daughter. No longer some obligation to be fulfilled. She was his. The essence of who she was and everything she desired belonged to him as he drove his throbbing stalk deeply into her body.

The slick, see-saw friction of his solid girth was turning her into some raw, writhing thing. Some helpless organism fed on its own needs and desires. Just as she felt the telltale ripples of another climax, he reared upright and pulled his cock out of her body, leaving her panting and inflamed.

“I want you from behind,” he said simply.

Between his growling tone and wild look of need, she couldn’t speak. She took one, lingering gaze at his cock as it stood up, glistening with her honey, then she rolled over and tucked her knees under her body, raising her ass for him.

He clutched and squeezed at her cheeks while his wet cock ground back into the sheath between her swollen sex lips.

“Oh, fuck, Arnav…yes,” she mewled as he thrust hard and deep into her pussy.

“Show me how you like your rim touched, dirty little rich girl,” he growled.

Siksha’s eyes watered. Her pussy wouldn’t stop rippling from within as he drove her hard to the edge. Her heart was pounding as she reached back between her own cheeks fingered her rim. Despite his nasty words, she felt anything but dirty. She felt beautiful, and the dire force of his needful thrusts proved how desired she was beyond anything she’d ever known.

As she started to cum, Arnav gripped her hips and thrust with a force that rocked her entire body. His fat shank exploded with blossoms of wet heat inside her while he moaned and gasped for precious air.

Her warmth wakes me. I had drifted off, but here she was on top of me, rubbing her pussy against my crotch. I don’t think she is wearing any knickers, I am sure I can feel her lips through my underwear. I really want to make love to her. I want to fucking celebrate. I did it. I did what she said. I was bold, assertive, in control. I got the bloody grant! And now I want her in a way, like never before. I want to fuck her just a touch harder and just a touch faster.

She needs to be on her back. That’s how we are going to start. So I move her there and I catch her eye. I sense that she is saying to me with her look – over to you, I’m yours. God I hope she means this. I reach for her pussy and start to stroke it and feel her start to handle my prick. My cock begins to push against the cotton of my underwear; I feel her slit beginning to moisten. But it’s better if it is really wet, so I take my fingers from her gash, and put them to her mouth. I’ve never felt confident enough to do this before. And fuck, she licks them, tasting herself, and leaves enough saliva on them to further lubricate her lips.She is not just giving me a blow job. She’s bloody well deep throating me! She’s never put her lips so far down my cock. This is heaven. And now she is bobbing up and down, coating my cock with saliva. It’s glistening with slipperiness. I’ve got to give her a sign that this is fucking magnificent, so I start to finger her cunt again. I know that she loves it when I masturbate her.