Avasa (Part II)

USUAL DISCLAIMER: Very serious love story.

This is part II of the story. If you haven't read part I, you probably should. Also, the glossary of Hindi terms and pronunciations is given at the end of both parts.

Needless to say, please report all grammatical errors to brand_new_writer@yahoo.com.

Without further ado, please read on!

- brand new writer

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Avi's dragging me up the stairs by the hand. My head is already getting woozy. "Hey, are you two going to eat dinner--" Arjun is asking. Neither I nor Avi is least concerned about food right now, so we just walk right by him. "Oh, right, I forgot I'm invisible," he shakes his head. "Kids."

She takes me to her bedroom and quickly locks the door. She lifts me up in her arms and kisses me on the mouth. She sits me down on the bed, and dims the lights. Admittedly, I'm just a little nervous and I'm sure it shows on my face. She comes back and sits down next to me. She lets her hand slide up the inside of my thigh.

"Listen," she says quietly. "Don't be scared. I promise I won't hurt you. Anytime you want me to stop, just say so, okay?"

"Okay," I mumble.

"Nadya, do you trust me?" she asks me.

I look at her directly. "Yes," I say. "More than I trust myself."

"Then you needn't worry." She winks at me. "*You* are going to love this."

I manage a smile. "Bring it on."

I'm wearing a sleeveless, slinky shalwar kameez with a silk dupatta around my neck. She slides off the dupatta with a finger. She pulls me up by the hands so that we are both standing and facing each other. She places her hands on my neck and starts kissing me. I run my hands through her silky hair, savoring every second of her kiss. It grows faster, harder, angrier. Before I know it, I'm unable to breathe and my heart is beating against hers so hard that I can practically hear it.

In a quick split-second maneuver, she has my bra out my sleeve. Fuck, where did she learn to do *that*?

The kissing has not stopped. Her tongue is exploring corners deep inside my mouth. She unhooks my shalwar and lets it drop to the floor. I step out of it, so that I'm now only in my sleeveless kameez. Slowly she slides her hands up through the side-slits, over my belly and just touching the bottom of my breasts. She starts unzipping the kameez from the back.

She stops the kiss almost reluctantly. She puts her hands on my shoulders, staring into my eyes. Never dropping her gaze, she slides one strap down my shoulder, exposing my left breast. She cups it, squeezing it hard, and starts kissing me again.

My hands are shaking at her waist. My legs are trembling.

She lets her hands move down from my shoulders to my back, to my hips. She slips them under the kameez, so she can touch my wet underwear. She gently rubs my clitoris through my underwear. She leaves one hand right there...just barely brushing against my pussy. God, I want her to take me right there and then. I want her to enter me. But she gives me a stern look that tells me not to be so impatient and overeager.

She uses her free hand to slide the other strap down, and eases me out of my kameez. Her hand is still touching my sex through my panty, her tongue is now working on my chin and neck.

She lifts me up and slowly lays me back down on the bed. I strain to see what she's doing, but she instructs me to close my eyes. I obey.

Soon, she is rubbing oil over my body. She is straddling me, and massaging my thighs, stomach and breasts, releasing the tension in all my muscles. Don't stop, baby, I pray. Keep touching me like that. She is crushing my breasts and kissing me wildly. My hands are sliding her shirt up her back.

She bends down, kisses my neck, and whispers in my ear, "Turn over." I lie face down on the bed. She rubs the oil all over my back, her hands moving leisurely but strongly up my back, loosening my body till I'm in a nearly trance-like state. She pulls my panty down for a second, and rubs oil over my hips, slipping a creamy finger between them just to tease me for a second. I cry out sharply.

I realize that she has taken off her clothes. I can feel her hard nipples press against my back as she massages me. I can feel her wet between the legs.

She kisses the back of my neck. Then she gets off me, and for a few seconds, I am wondering where she is.

Then I know. "Relax," I hear her tell me. She lifts up my arms and starts tying them to the bedpost with silk scarves, allowing my head to rest comfortably on the pillow, my stomach down and my back and hips facing her. She moves my legs apart. I am getting more and more wet.

"Do you like it rough?" she asks me, mischievously.

I can only moan in reply.

"I'll take that as a 'yes'," she laughs.

She slips her hand inside my panty again, and touches my clitoris for a second. I can barely breathe, let alone make noise.

I feel her hand come down and hit each of my buttocks in turn through my underwear. She does this four or five times, very gently. She strokes and massages my hips again. Her hand comes down once more, this time harder.

Once. Twice. Thrice. More, baby, more, I want to scream.

She continues stroking my hips, letting her hands move down to the outside of my legs, whispering their way up the insides, brushing against my sex yet again. She slides my panty down my legs and pulls it off. I feel her hit me. Her hand is getting harder. I count mentally. Five times. Ten times. Fifteen times. She touches my hips again, using her fingertips to caress them, stimulating them, enhancing my sensations. She brushes her lips against my warm, soft hips, planting feathery kisses on them. She slips her fingers between my buttocks every now and then, but not long enough for me to orgasm.

The combination of spanks and soothing caresses is making me lose my mind.

"Harder," I murmur.

Her free hand is gently stroking my cheek. She brings her hand down on me another time.

One. Two. Three. Four.

"Faster."

Five, six, seven, eight.

Hell, I could easily go for a hundred more.

Her touch is rhythmic and light. She spanks each buttock alternately and then smooths and caresses my hips and the insides of my legs, as I squirm before her.

I am moaning. My pussy is throbbing. My juices are dripping down my legs. She senses how close I am to orgasm right now. She starts untying my hands. When she has released me, she turns over my body so that I am facing her, only to tie me up again. This time, she spreads my legs apart, and ties them to the corners of the bed as well.

She surveys me for a few seconds. Seeing me tied up and completely under her control is exciting her. She is getting covered with her own juices. I am sure that if she let herself, she could come right there. 

She climbs on top of me, kissing my mouth with an insane passion. I can see her erect nipples. Her breasts are looming above me. I want to lick them so desperately. She lets me. Hungrily, I let my tongue roam over each breast in turn. I kiss and lick her nipples.

Then, as if to say, "Enough!" she twists both my nipples. My body archs upwards in pleasure. My hips are still burning from the spanking. The heat is radiating throughout my body. She licks each nipple and sucks my breasts for a while.

By this time, I don't even care if I am making too much noise. Arjun probably has headphones on to drown me out.

She moves her lips down my stomach. She sprinkles kisses all over my belly, her hands rubbing the inside of my thighs. After what seems like a lifetime, she lets her hand cup my pussy and apply pressure. I am writhing in frustration. I want her to let me release.

She moves her head between my wide-apart legs. She finds my love bud and bites it. "Ohhhhh, God, uhhhhm, uhhhhm, Avi." While her tongue flicks my clitoris, she slips two fingers inside me. And then a third.

But before I can climax, she pulls out her fingers and just sits between my legs, a strange smile playing on her lips.

And then she does it again. She slips her fingers inside me, and licks me, and pulls away as soon as I am close to orgasm.

"Please, Avi. Take me now. PLEASE." I beg her as urgently as I can. My entire body is overcome with ecstasy.

"Do you want me?" she asks.

"Yes," I gasp. "Now."

"Only me?" she is tormenting me on purpose.

"Only you. I swear, only you."

"Good."

She outlines my pussy lips with her fingers. She slips her fingers inside me again, her tongue at my navel, and pumps hard, in and out. It is only a matter of seconds before my orgasm rocks my body. I swear, I have never had an orgasm like this before. I am shaking so hard that I think I'm going to hurt myself. She is kissing me, and in a few seconds, I feel her body responding to mine, as she reaches her climax.

She is on top of me. Our bodies have finally calmed down. She unties my hands and legs. She cradles me in her arms, a twinkle in her eyes as she pushes the hair away from my face. She kisses my lips briefly. "Did you enjoy that?" she asks, grinning. "You little animal, you."

I am exhausted. I can only smile. I cuddle up closer to her.

And before I know it, we are both giggling like a couple of schoolgirls. This letting go of inhibitions, letting my guard down, letting myself truly belong to this other person who truly belongs to me...this feels amazing.