Chapter 3 Someone else

Riya's point of view

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

Harsh was laying 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, 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.

"This was done to keep the evil eye away from you." He remarked this while putting his pen down.

My cheeks were stroked by his warm palms. 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.

After he removed the red towel that had been wrapped around my torso, I was completely nude. 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 ecstasy 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 said quickly 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 up. I let out a gasp.

He quickened the pace of his foreplay. He was completely drenched 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 was in desperate need of 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.

He was squeezed between my thighs and resting 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 in an attempt to avoid Harsh's kiss. He kisses me and moves my face towards him; I felt 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 was only able to suck my lips from the outside.

I was completely drained. 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 was lost in my own 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 never done anything 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?

Rachit, on the other hand, kissed my lips with ease.

Please give me the strength to keep my emotions under control.

Harsh is someone I can't betray.

But why was I recalling everything with such zeal? That passionate kiss I had with Rachit the last night.