I let him continue

But my body refused to follow my mind.

My lips kept pressing against his, and my hands reached out to hold him tighter. I couldn't help but feel the intense connection between us, and it seemed like the only thing that mattered in that moment was being close to Sameer.

He pulled away slightly, sensing my inner conflict. “Are you sure?” he asked, concern evident in his voice.

“Yes,” I whispered, unable to find words to express how much I needed him in that moment.

He nodded and leaned in again, this time taking control of the situation. His lips pressed against mine with a passion that left me breathless. I melted into his embrace, allowing myself to give in to the overwhelming desire that consumed me.

His hands began exploring my body, gently caressing my skin and sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I moaned softly, encouraging him to continue. He moved lower, trailing kisses along my neck and shoulders until he reached the top of my blouse. With trembling fingers, he slowly unbuttoned it, revealing my bare skin beneath.

As he continued to kiss me, his hands roamed over my body, leaving a trail of fire wherever they touched. I arched my back, enjoying the sensation of his rough palms against my soft skin.

He paused for a moment, looking at me with a mix of desire and uncertainty. “Is this okay?” he asked, his voice hoarse with need.

“Yes,” I replied, my own voice sounding distant and faraway.

Encouraged by my response, Sameer continued his exploration, his hands moving down to my waist and then to my hips. He pulled me closer, pressing our bodies together and letting me feel the hard length of him against my stomach.

A thrill ran through me as I realized just how much he wanted me. It was a heady feeling, knowing that someone desired me so intensely. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him even closer and grinding against him.

He groaned in response, his hands sliding up my thighs and under my skirt. I gasped as he touched me, his fingers expertly finding the most sensitive parts of me. I could feel myself getting wetter with each stroke, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop him if I tried.

Slowly and carefully he started undressing me, one piece of clothing at a time. I did not protest and allowed him to proceed.

He removed my bra and panties, leaving me completely naked except for my knee-length socks. I felt **** and exposed but also incredibly turned on.

I wanted to please him as well, so I reached for his belt and began undoing it. He helped me, his hands shaking with excitement.

Once his pants were off, I saw the bulge in his boxers, and I couldn’t resist touching it. He groaned loudly as I ran my hand over his erection, feeling its heat and hardness. He pushed my hand away, not wanting to come just yet.

He picked me up and carried me to his bedroom. He laid me down on the bed, kissing me deeply while he positioned himself between my legs.

I spread them apart, eager to feel him inside me. He entered slowly, inch by inch, until he was fully inside me.

The initial discomfort soon gave way to pleasure as he began to move. He thrust in and out, his movements becoming faster and harder as we both lost ourselves in the moment.

I moaned loudly, my hands gripping the sheets tightly as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.

He grunted above me, his face contorted with desire and need. He moved faster, harder, and I felt myself reaching the edge.

Suddenly, Sameer stopped and pulled out, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "I don't want to cum inside you," he said. "It might get you pregnant."

"Then cum on my breasts," I said, raising my arms to allow him better access.

He nodded and resumed thrusting, his movements more frantic now as he approached his climax. I watched him, fascinated by the intensity of his expression, the sheen of sweat on his skin.

Finally, he came, spilling hot liquid onto my breasts. I felt it dripping down my sides, and I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

Sameer collapsed onto the bed next to me, his breathing still labored. He looked at me with a mixture of satisfaction and concern. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yes never been better" I replied.

Our escapades continued till our graduation. But we had to finally breakup since Sameer wanted to pursue higher education in foreign country. We celebrated his last days in India by having sex from morning to evening.

After he left I too decided that if I need to escape the influence of my family I need to move to a different city, maybe a bigger city.