The Answer to my Question

It had been a few days since Rhea had met Sid at the mall.

He had swept her completely off her feet. No man had ever affected her this way before, and she couldn't seem to get him out of her mind.

She wasn't sure of the time. She was in bed, unable to sleep. His rugged face, that irresistible stubble! She felt those divine eyes coming close to hers. She imagined herself lifting her chin, inviting him to kiss her. She felt his lips on her, slowly making out and then his tongue moving along her lips, as if requesting permission to enter her mouth. Her lips parted.

Her legs started rubbing against each other, as though trying to find the angle which would stimulate her clit. She was wet. Her eyes closed, she was mentally lost in the bliss of his kiss, her hands were pressing her boobs, pulling her nipples, the intensity of the pressing and pulling slowly increasing. She felt as though her fully erect nipples were now being tugged on by his fingers.

She moaned as she felt her rubbing legs had finally found the sweet spot. One of her hands slipped down into her panties and started slowly rubbing her soaking pussy. He was at her navel, slowly moving his tongue inside her deep navel, her imagination going more wilder, now his hands were mauling her ass.

Her fingers now moving up and down her pussy, teasing it, as if making her pussy beg for them to enter deep into her. Her legs started moving wildly on the bed, she was crushing her boobs and her tits with force now.

She was letting out slow moans as the combination of her hands, her legs and her imagination of Sid's hard body sliding up and down hers, was taking her to the peaks of sexual bliss.

Three fingers were deep inside her now dripping pussy, moving all around, in and out, and just then, her thumb touched her clit, and moaning audibly, she arched up as a massive orgasm hit her.

A few seconds or a few minutes later, she could not tell, her body fell back on the bed. Her vaginal juices flowing, trickling down her legs, she took deep breaths as she tried to recover, completely covered with sweat now.

Still breathing hard, she whispered "What have you done to me Mr. Sid Sharma?

Why can't I get you out of my head?"

It had been the same every night for the last few nights. She had messaged him the day after they met, and since then they had spoken on the phone almost every night, usually after 10 p. m. Every conversation left her so stirred up that she often dreamed about him afterwards and ended masturbating thinking about him.

Reluctantly, she tiptoed to the bathroom, washed up as quietly as she could, and returned to bed. Sleep still eluded her.

Their dinner had been planned for the previous evening. It would have been their first meeting since the mall, but at the last minute, Sid had postponed it until tonight because of an urgent meeting with a prospective client. Apparently, it could lead to a huge growth opportunity for his business in Pune.

Rhea was disappointed and a little angry; she was really looking forward to seeing him.

Her thoughts turned to Ro, her affection for whom has increased a hundred-fold in these last few days. Almost two and a half years younger than she was, he was like that little brother she never had.

It had always been just Rhea and her older sister, Reema, who was four years her senior. Reema was now married to Ravi, and they already had beautiful one-and-half-year-old daughter Kiera. Reema and Kiera were staying in the room just around the corner while visiting from Ranchi, where Ravi was posted and was probably fast asleep.

Always bouncy and energetic, Ro would message her, call her, and even ask whether she needed lunch while at work. He seemed determined, through that constant attention, to get her to change Sid's name in her phone from that "Hone-wala Miya (to-be husband)?" to just "Miya". He was just adorable and she was sure he would do anything for her. She thought of him as an "Energizer Bunny", always bouncing around!

Her mind darted to their conversation from just a few hours ago.

Sid had asked him to call her, to apologize once again for cancelling their dinner date because he was tied up in a meeting.

Their conversation had lasted nearly two hours. It began with playful banter but gradually turned serious, and Ro ended up sharing details about his family's past.

He told her about the family's thriving business and the happy life they had enjoyed before everything collapsed. They lost nearly everything and were forced to leave their beautiful home when he was ten and Sid was just fifteen.

He spoke about the transformation that had brought to Sid's life. How Sid had stood by their dad like a rock, fending off debtors, multiple street fights with thugs those debtors sent. Despite all of this, Sid had somehow shielded Ro from the worst of it, allowing him to enjoy a relatively carefree childhood.

The worst incident had been a major street fight involving knives and other weapons. Sid had been only seventeen when he single-handedly fought off thugs nearly twice his size, when they had tried to harass Ro and their mom in the market.

As she listened, tears filled Rhea's eyes. She remembered the scars on his hand that she had noticed at the mall. She now understood more clearly what Sid had endured--and why he had reacted so fiercely when he sought to protect her.

Life had forged him into a tough protector by nature, someone who would do anything for his family. And somehow, in that moment at the mall, she had felt as though he had extended that instinct to her.

Ro had then described the family's change in fortunes: Sid and their father had worked tirelessly to restore the business and rebuild their lives. Now that their father was semi-retired, Sid, at just twenty-nine, managed the business and had grown it significantly.

Rhea felt a huge surge of affection for Ro, and her respect for Sid had also grown. He really was a self-made man from every aspect.

She turned over in bed, her thoughts returning to the conversation--especially the final part Ro had shared.

Ro had described the dramatic change in Sid after his most recent business trip to Mumbai. Ro felt sure something had happened in Mumbai or on the train ride back that had deeply impacted Sid. Sid had grown quiet, seemed lost in thought much of the time, and hardly smiled anymore.

Sid had moved out of his parents' house and was now living alone. He knew their mother was worried about him and didn't want to add to her distress, yet he still refused to tell anyone what had happened.

Rhea remembered how Ro's voice had faltered as he shared that final part of the story. She could hear how painful it was for Ro to see his brother this way. He sounded helpless, unable to figure out how to comfort the person who meant so much to him.

She had wanted to drive straight to their house, hug Ro, and tell him she was there for him--and would always be there for him. She wanted to comfort her little brother.

As she drifted toward sleep, the final words of the conversation came back to her. Ro told her that when Sid had seen her in the mall, it was the first time he had seen his brother smile--really smile, from the heart. Ro couldn't explain what had happened or why, but he was convinced that Rhea had already had a tremendous impact on his brother.

She yawned, nearly ready to fall asleep, and remembered the unrestrained happiness on Ro's face at the mall.

"Don't worry, Ro," she murmured. "I'm going to fill Sid's life with so much love that he'll always have a reason to smile from the heart."

She was determined to make this man--her man, if she had anything to say about it--happy!

Just before 10 p. m., Rhea and Sid left the restaurant after spending a little over two hours there. A few hours before their date, he had called to tell her not to fuss and to wear something casual. "You really don't need to try to impress me, you know," he had said.

She had still gone lingerie shopping and bought several sexy bras and panties--just in case. Deep down, though, she knew she might find it difficult to resist any advances he made.

She wore an elegant floral shirt with lace-panel buttons, neatly tucked into a matching knee-length skirt. She had deliberately left the top button undone, giving him a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage. Sid wore a T-shirt and jeans that did little to hide his muscular build.

Instead of sitting opposite her at the four-seat rectangular table, he took the seat beside her, giving their hands and knees plenty of opportunities to brush against each other during dinner.

Each accidental touch was followed by a lingering glance, adding to the sexual tension that had been building since their first meeting and courtesy of the subsequent daily phone calls. She could tell her open top button of her shirt and that tantalizing cleavage was creating the impact she knew they would.

They turned right toward the parking lot behind the restaurant. The large lot was shared by four or five neighboring businesses. At that hour, the lot was dark, lit by only a few lamp posts. Few cars remained.

On any other night, Rhea would never have chosen to walk alone to her car through a dark parking lot. Tonight, with Sid beside her, she felt safe. Still, she edged a little closer to him. She looked at Sid, who smiled and held her hand, their fingers immediately interlocking as they continued their slow walk towards his car.

"So," he said in his dreamy voice. She turned toward him. "Have you decided on an answer to my question?" She knew exactly which question he meant. She saw that question every time his name appeared on her phone: "Hone-wala Miya?" Still, she gave him a quizzical look and a mischievous smile... their hands still interlocked.

He sighed and was about to say something when she interjected. "It's only been a few days since we met. We've had just a handful of phone calls, and this is our first date. Why are you in such a hurry for an answer?" she asked.

"Because after just a few days, a handful of phone calls, and one date, I feel as though I've known you for ages..." he said. "And..." He tugged gently on her hand and turned her toward him, drawing her close. Her free hand landed on his shoulder, while his other hand settled at her side. They were very close now. "I'm finding it hard to stop myself from kissing you."

He drew her closer until her breasts rested against his. She looked into his eyes, aware of how sharply the moment had hardened her nipples and her senses. They held each other's gaze for a moment. "You don't have to wait for an answer to that question before you kiss me," she whispered in his ear, stepping back, breaking their contact and giving him a dazzling smile as his hand fell from her side.

He glanced up at the sky, and they continued walking slowly. She was enjoying the game now and said, "Traditionally, if you want an answer to that question, you--or your parents--should approach my parents. That's the proper way to do it." Her lips twitched mischievously.

She saw him staring at her.

"Fine, call them right now and I'll ask them", he said.

She stopped. They were only a few steps from his SUV. "Are you challenging me, Mr. Sharma? You think I won't do it? You remember what happened the last time we had a staring contest, don't you?" she asked, giving him a mischievous smile. They reached the car, and he leaned against the passenger-side door.

"Call them and put them on speaker", he said.

Once again, she noticed the quiet authority beneath his polite voice. She tilted her head to one side, staring at him. They were still holding hands. She studied him, wondering whether to call his bluff. Something felt off. Why was he so confident?

Accepting his challenge, she said slowly, "Okay. Remember, you asked for it."

Freeing her hand, she pulled out her phone. She looked at him once more, giving him a chance to back out. He had rested his head on the car, and his eyes were closed as if he had not a care in the world. Just that look made her knees feel weak. She decided to spare him. Instead of calling either parent, she dialed her sister, giving him what she thought was a safer way out.

She put the call on speaker, and her sister answered before the phone had rung twice. Before Rhea could say hello, Reema's excited voice boomed through the phone, firing off questions at a dizzying pace. She had no idea the call was on speaker.

"Did you like him? He is so cute yaar!

I can't get over that twinkle in his eyes. He's so polite."

"Wait--hello? What?" Rhea tried to interject, but Reema kept talking. Sid still had his eyes closed.

"He just showed up at our house and rang the bell out of the blue. He sat with all of us for a whole hour.

Told us about meeting you, about himself, his family.

And he asked Papa's permission to meet you for dinner today!

God, he's so sweet and such a gentleman. Both Mama & Papa liked him a lot. I just loved him!"

"What? HE CAME HOME, WHEN"? asked Rhea, a look of shock on her face, looking at Sid, who still had his eyes closed. He reached for her and pulled her closer. She was now leaning against his crotch, both his hands encircling her around her waist. The phone remained between them, still on speaker.

Reema was still rambling.

"When you had gone out lingerie shopping.

Are you going to let him see those sexy panties?"

"DIDI (Older Sister), STOP!!!", Rhea exclaimed, her face flushing with embarrassment, but Sid's eyes were still closed, and he was holding her even closer now. "I'll call you later!" Before Reema could say anything else, Rhea ended the call and slipped the phone back into her bag.

Still stunned, she stared at him. As he drew her closer, she rested her hands on his chest. Without realizing it, Rhea was gently kneading his chest with her fingers.

"You went to my house, met my parents, and asked for permi--"

"I thought you said that was what tradition demanded, right?" he interrupted, opening his eyes to meet hers.

God, this man is incorrigible, Rhea thought.

"So", he said, his charming smile back on, "am I getting to see those sexy pan...", his words were lost as Rhea's lips met his. She slipped her hands behind his neck, trying to pull him down to her, but he lifted her toward him instead. She clung to him as they kissed, slowly and passionately.

She had imagined this moment, and now it was finally happening. More importantly, she realized he wanted this just as much as she did.

She ran her hands through his hair, then brought one down to stroke his cheek and the stubble along his jaw. He gently lowered her as they continued to make out, his hands lifting her chin and then started moving down to her breasts. She felt his tongue trace her lips from side to side... as though asking for permission to enter her mouth, just as she had imagined.

Just as his hands were about to reach her breasts, she broke the kiss and pulled herself back a little, looking at him. His eyes held the same longing she felt in her own. She gave him another quick peck, then took a larger step back. They just stared at each other.

He finally moved. Assuming she wanted to stop there, he smiled, stepped aside, and opened the passenger door for her.

There he was again, respecting her boundaries. God, how was he so perfect? Rhea thought.

She glanced at him, then surveyed the nearly deserted, dark parking lot. She stepped forward, closed the passenger door he was holding open, then moved around to open the rear passenger door, keeping her eyes on him.

Leaving the rear door open, she walked around the back of the SUV and opened the rear door on the driver's side, opened it and got in, as she threw her purse on the driver's seat. Sid smiled, his hand instinctively moving to the scar on his chest.

He had expected to see disappointment on her face. Instead, she smiled, whispered, "Slowly, passionately."

He looked up to the skies, and slowly walked to the open door, got in the car and shut it.

Sid looked at her as he slowly ran her fingers through her hair. The words slowly, passionately echoed in his mind. Rhea took his hand, pressed his palm to her cheek, and moved it gently against her skin, while he just kept admiring her. He gently drew her closer by the nape of her neck. She leaned in, and their lips met.

His tongue was in her mouth in an instant, facing no resistance to entry this time. They explored each other's mouth for the first time, as their tongues slowly moved around, savoring every bit of each other's saliva. He cupped her face in his hands, while her hands caressed his jaw line and she gently scratched into his irresistible stubble.

They finally broke apart and she leaned back on the seat, looking longingly at him, pushing her chest out suggestively, inviting him. The buttons on her shirt strained against the fabric. He closed in on her, his lips moving to neck, slowly licking her all the way from the base of her neck up to her ear, where he gently bit her ear.

She moaned as her hands grabbed the back collar of his shirt, trying to tug at it. His right hand covered her right breast and squeezed it very gently. As he continued nibbling on her ear, he moved to her left breast and squeezed just a little bit harder. Between her lips, her neck and her ears, he continued kissing and licking, while alternately squeezing her breasts, the pressure slowly increasing.

"Ahhhh"... she moaned, "aur zor se (harder)" she whispered, wanting her breasts squeezed harder, while continuing to tug at his shirt. His hand reached the first button, but he paused and looked at her, silently asking for permission. She met his gaze, kissed his cheek, and nodded.

Their lips met again as he undid the first button. She tugged at his T-shirt once more. Her undid her second button, just as he gently bit her lip. "Ahhh" ... she moaned slightly and tugged even harder at his shirt. He pulled back and took off his t-shirt. As he removed his T-shirt, she unfastened the rest of her shirt, pulled it free from her skirt, and tossed it toward the front seat.

She looked at him, admiring his strong body and ran her hands on his chest. She saw the big scar right on top of his heart, met his eyes, but did not touch it.

She reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, but he stopped her. "Mujhe dekhne do (let me see)" he whispered. She glanced through both windows. The parking lot remained quiet. She smiled at him and leaned back on the seat, chest slightly pushed out, putting herself on display for him.

She had a truly beautiful, sexy black lace bra on. The cups covered her areolas and met at the center but left a good portion of her mounds including her gorgeous cleavage showing. He could see her erect nipples beneath the fabric. It looked as if those firm breasts with those erect nipples were fighting to burst out.

He drew a deep breath, awestruck. His hands trembled as he reached toward her. He wanted to rip that beautiful bra apart, see the whole view, and then crush those breasts with all his strength. He could almost visualize her matching panties. She enjoyed his reaction, pleased by the effect she had on him.

Struggling to contain his excitement, he reached toward her and brushed each mound with the backs of his fingers. She arched, her head falling slightly back at his touch. He turned his hands and repeated the motion, this time letting his thumbs slide into the sides of her bra and gently flicking each tit.

"Aayeeee.... ahhh" ... she moaned audibly. Her hand shot straight at the bulge in his crotch and started pressing it. His thumbs flicked the tits again; she pressed on his trapped cock harder ... "muuuummmy" ... He bent down licked her mounds, his hands moving behind her and unclasping her bra, slowly taking it out, almost as though he was scared.

A small light from a nearby lamp post, seemed to fall directly onto her breasts as though they were in a spotlight. "Bhenchooooood (sister-fucker)", he mumbled softly, as he looked at them in awe. He just stared at them.

Looking at their perfectness, her beautiful areoles and fully erect nipples. The size, the thickness, her nipples!! He felt as though they had been manually and intentionally shaped to perfection! Yet he could tell, they were all natural.

In all his memory, there was just one other woman he knew who had such perfect breasts.

Even as he staring dumbstruck at Rhea's boobs, his fingers gently brushed his scar and that beautiful image of that other woman popped him in mind, smiled, winked and disappeared.

The action did not go unnoticed, but Rhea desisted from commenting or reacting.

"You like them", whispered Rhea, continuing to watch his reaction. "They are gorgeous", he replied, as though in a daze. Touching them gently as though they were a priceless treasure. He moved the index finger of each hand around each boob, making concentric circles, very slowly making his way to the top, while flicking the nipples with his thumb.

Rhea felt as though his touch was sending electric sparks across her body. Her legs started a slow thrashing motion, her head had rolled back, and she was moaning loudly now. "Ahhhh... ouuuu... nahi (no)... ahhh", her hands crushing his cock over his jeans even harder. She started tugging on the belt of his jeans, as his slow erotic circles, which had reached halfway up to her areoles, continuing up towards her tits.

She did not even realize his hands were gone, as he had stripped off his jeans and underwear in a flash, resuming the gentle circling of her breasts, his hard bare cock was now in her hand. As he finished the next circle, almost at the top now, she moaned saying "Miyaaaaaa (husbaaaand), please chooso unko (suck them)", in the back of her mind a little shocked that she had just addressed him as "Miya (husband)". There was a smile on Sid's face that she did not see. Her hand was slowly masturbating him and pressing and releasing his cock at the same time.

Sid bent down, covered the areole and nipple of her right breast in his mouth and sucked. His left hand was pulling, twisting the other nipple while alternately squeezing her breast. He switched repeatedly between her breasts and each time the intensity of the squeeze became harder. "Aaahhhhh" she moaned hard as he had just squeezed one of them hard and simultaneously bit her other nipple hard.

Her hand pressed his cock hard, while her other hand pushed his head deeper into her breasts. Another hard squeeze and bite... she jerked up, lifted his head and started kissing him as if she had been possessed. Biting his lips, her tongue at war with his tongue. He responded with equal vigor, pulling her hard into a bone crushing hug, his cock now, right in between her legs over her skirt, dry humping her.

Their passionate love making had seemed to shift into a higher gear.

"Ahhhhh... nahi... dheere... mar gayi (I am dying)"... she screamed as he crushed her and dry humped her hard.

He immediately stopped and released her, moving back. Shocked, she opened her eyes looking left and right outside the windows thinking he had spotted someone, her hands instinctively covering her bare breasts. But it was all quiet.

"Kya hua, rukh kyon gaye (what happened, why did you stop)?" she asked.

"Sorry, did I hurt you? I sometimes forget my own strength. I'll go easy", he replied panting a little, with a concerned look.

She looked at him for second and then she slapped him, looking angry, yet her eyes were filling up with tears.

"Aaj bola hai, phir kabhi nahi bolna (you have said it today, but don't ever say it again).

Break every fucking bone in my body if you need to, but don't you ever control your passion when you fuck me, samjhe (understood)" ... she said in a fierce voice.

He just looked at her, his cock now only half erect. God, I love this girl, he thought. He caressed her cheek with his palm and wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes.

"So", he said in his quiet charming voice, "am I getting to see those sexy panties?"

A smile broke across her face, despite those wet eyes. The next second they had grabbed each other and were kissing hard. His cock was instantly hard again and this time he crushed her boobs with all his might. She screamed, but he showed no more mercy. He had circled her boobs with each hand right around her areolas and squashed them making her areoles and tits pop out.

His mouth was on them biting, sucking, moving between them, while his cock was dry humping her hard over her skirt and panties. She continued to scream and pull on his hair like mad. Just like that he released her. Her boobs were red, with bruising now showing up. She was breathing hard. Panting she said, "do it again, do it again, aur zor se (even harder)".

The whole chain repeated. Vicious kiss, followed by her areoles and tits being popped out hard in conjunction with vicious biting and sucking, her screaming, but this time, his dick pushed even harder between her legs into her skirt and panty covered pussy. Rhea felt his dick jab into her clit, jerked and thrashed around as an orgasm hit her. Her head had crashed back into the seat rest as she looked at the roof of the car.

He was just contemplating giving her a break, but she pushed him hard back on the seat, slid down on the floor and jammed his cock into her mouth, sucking on it hard and fast. One hand cupping his balls hard, the other moving up and down his shaft as though she was determined to make him come in a few seconds.

He threw his head back groaning, grabbing her hair and pulling her harder into his cock. She gagged, he pulled back but the next second she had pulled him back in, deep throating him. Her tongue was moving around his cock like a machine, round and round, licking him, swirling his cock inside her mouth, as it went in and out. She pulled him out and started licking his pee-hole at a manic pace, while her hand moved up and down his shaft at full speed.

The exhaustion from her orgasm finally caught up with her. She stopped and sat on the floor, resting her head against the seat as she caught her breath. Her hair was all over her sweat covered face. His precum was shining like lip gloss on her lips. They looked at each other, although he could see only one of her beautiful eyes.

"You still have to see my sexy panties," she blurted between breaths.

They both started laughing. "You are a psycho" ... Sid said, laughing. She shook her head... "No, nymphomaniac!!." They burst out laughing again.

He reached toward the front console, grabbed a bottle of water, and offered it to her. She took several gulps before passing him the bottle. He drained it completely and threw it back up front.

"Now, let's get to those sexy panties please" ... he said.

He extended his hand and she took it. He pulled her toward him, and she bumped against his chest. "Ouuuu" ... she said loudly as her sore breasts crashed into his chest. They both looked down at them. Bruising had begun to show, especially around her areolas.

She looked at him, patted his cheek. "Good. You've used them properly." He stared at her in disbelief. She smiled, kissed him quickly, then ordered, "Now move."

Back in game mode, she slid off him and settled in the middle of the seat, hands resting on the seat back as though she were sitting on a throne. "Get in the middle" she ordered. She undid the hook and lowered the zipper of her skirt, then lifted herself slightly to signal that he should remove it.

He reached for the skirt, intending to pull it off, but she said "Dhere se, nazara enjoy karo (slowly, enjoy the view)" she said with a smile. He lowered the skirt slowly. As the panties came into view, she watched his eyes widen.

The skirt was out now, and he had thrown it aside and was transfixed at what he was seeing. They were indeed striking panties; that they were sexy would be an understatement.

Black with a fully meshed front. The mesh resembled a barbed-wire fence: it suggested a barrier while leaving the view almost unobstructed. He could clearly see her beautiful pussy.

She had completely shaved pubes. The panties were soaked from her juices as was her pussy, which was glistening. She was watching his reaction with a smile. "Look what you have done to my brand-new panties. NOW CLEAN IT", she barked. She was enjoying the incensed look on his face.

She knew his carnal instincts were rising rapidly, and he wanted to just rip the panties out, ram his cock in and fuck her to oblivion. Just as his hands started to rise, she jammed her foot on his chest, pushing him back and said, "No hands Loverboy, just these" ... she leaned forward and touched his lips. He looked at her and saw her gloating look of enjoyment at the torture he was feeling.

Bitch, I can play this game too, he thought, still looking at her. I promise you, you are going to rip those panties with your own hands.

He pulled her legs, bringing her butt to the edge of the seat. He then kneeled and put his hands on the seat on either side of her; he slowly started licking her in circles around her navel. "Ahhh..." she moaned softly, her hands moving to grab his hair. He stopped her. "No hands" ... he said. It was her turn to look incensed, but she smirked and returned her hands to seat rest and put her head back.

He continued his slow attack, licking, gently biting, but staying away from the navel. Unable to use her hands, Rhea started shaking, arching her tummy, inviting him into her navel, but he resisted. Finally, after a few more minutes on intense teasing, he plunged his tongue into her navel.

"Aaaieeee..." she moaned arching her lower back even further. "Yes... yes... right there" ... as he continued swirling his tongue inside her navel. He slowly moved down from her navel, still licking her. She squirmed even more. Her hands were now on his hands squashing them hard.

She looked down and saw that he had almost reached the waist band of her panties, the heat in her body now palpable. "RIP IT... TAKE THEM OFF" ... she screamed, thrashing around like mad now. The heat inside her was intense. He pulled down the waist band with his teeth, and just as she was getting a feeling of relief, he let them go just above her pussy, her clean pubes now exposed.

"I want to you let your hair grow here. I like a little bushy pussy", he said. "I'LL GROW A FUCKING JUNGLE THERE... JUST DON'T STOP NOW" ... she screamed. He bit her pubes; she sat up and then crashed back down. He started licking her pubes along her waist band biting her every few millimeters. He could sense her leaking even more now, her juices trickling down the sides of her already drenched panties.

Her hands were crushing his. He slid down and slowly let his tongue inside her panty from the side and licked one of her pussy lips from bottom to up. His tongue got the first taste of her pussy juices, and he looked up at her. As soon as she looked down, he smacked his lips.

She gave him a murderous look. "TAKE THEM OFF NOW OR I'LL KILL YOU" ... she roared like a wounded tigress.

He just smiled and repeated the motion on the other side. Her voice softened into a plea.

"Please take them off... use your hands if you want, I can't take it anymore." She sounded close to tears.

Her body was overwhelmed by the desire to be fucked hard.

He moved to the middle of her pussy and licked it over her panties. "Ahhhhhhh" ... she screamed loudly, grabbed his hair with her left hand, moving his head away and with her right hand, just ripped off her panties. She was about to say something, when he dived straight in gave her pussy a vicious lick from top to bottom.

"Mummmmmmmmmy...", she screamed and she grabbed his head pushed it into her pussy, lifting her ass at the same time to ensure maximum contact. His tongue was now deep in her pussy, going in and out, up and down hard and fast. She matched his motion with her ass movements, screaming, her body about to explode. She could sense another orgasm approaching with his vicious tongue fucking.

She could tolerate his tongue assault of her burning pussy for just a few more seconds. Sweating profusely, she pulled him by his hair, looking straight in his eyes, she said, "Fuck me, fuck me right now, put your cock in... pleeeaaaseee, do it now", almost begging towards the end. He needed no encouragement, given his own intense state of heat.

He pushed her back on the seat, she had already spread her legs as much as the cramped place would allow, he entered her hard. His cock just slid in given her extreme wetness and she felt it had gone straight in and collided with the back of her pussy. She felt the walls of her pussy burning as he rammed her hard and fast.

She groped for him, wanting him to come up on her, still feeling his cock slamming hard into her. Thump, thump, thump sounds filled the car along with the squelching sounds from their wetness. "Aur zor se... thod do mujhe (harder, just break me)" she screamed as she tightened her legs around his waist and hugged him as hard as she could.

He was on her now, her body feeling the strain of the weight and their uncomfortable cramped position, but she did not care. Their eyes met, and she saw an angry possessive look in them. "Tu meri hai or sirf meri hai (you are mine and only mine)" ... he snarled, his fucking becoming even harder and faster. Her hips were matching his thrusts in perfect rhythm now.

"ou... ou... ou" she moaned hard, feeling the pressure. Hugging him even harder as he buried his head into her neck, she whispered in his ear "Mein sirf aap ke hu (I am only yours)". He growled and pushed even deeper into her. She felt her pussy getting stretched to accommodate his size and girth, the pussy walls starting to tighten around his cock.

He pulled out, sat up pulling her up in the same motion and in an instant, he had her in his lap. She quickly aligned her pussy to his cock, and it slid in filling her again. Her head fell backwards and she was bouncing hard on it.

His hands were on her hips, hers on his shoulders, as he moved her up and down, making her bounce faster on his cock. He was bucking his hips again and within a few strokes their motions were again in sync. Her bouncing tits were driving him crazy.

He was grunting hard now. "I am going to cum, where do you want it" ... he grunted. "I don't care, I don't care... in me, on my tits, in my mouth, wherever you want... just don't stop now" ... she blurted back.

She felt her pussy tightening even more around his cock. Her hand went down below and cupped his balls and she pressed them hard, just at the exact same time he had taken his hand and had started pressing hard on her clit.

She screamed; he grunted equally loud. She exploded into a massive orgasm just when he exploded inside her releasing high volumes of cum inside of her. She kept bouncing on him and he still bucked his hips releasing in spurts.

She just slumped on him. They were both sweating.

She felt exhausted and completely spent.

She felt him begin to soften inside her, then slumped down to the floor, resting her head on his thigh. His cum dripping down her legs. They were both panting. His cock was right next to her mouth, semi-flaccid now, as she saw the last few drops of his semen still oozing out. She took it in her hand, brought it closer to her mouth and started licking it. She pressed to squeeze on his cock, extracting the last few drops and kept licking them.

Still breathing hard, she masturbated him slowly, as if trying to bring his cock back to life. Seeing a response from it, she slowly increased her pace, now licking it, her head still on his thigh. They lay there for a few minutes. He trying to get back his breath, she on his thigh stroking and licking his now semi hard cock. She was amazed that it showed life when they had barely finished a few minutes ago.

"So," he said, still catching his breath, "have you decided on an answer to my question?"

She did not respond but kept licking and masturbating him.

A couple of minutes later, she reached for her purse on the front passenger seat and pulled out her phone. Still sucking his now almost hard cock, she punched a few keys and threw the phone on his belly and continued sucking him, now with a little more intensity.

He picked up the phone and saw that she had changed his contact's name.

It no longer displayed "Hone-wala Miya? (to-be husband)".

It now showed, "???????? MIYA ????????"

He smiled, happier than he had been in a long time. Setting the phone aside, he gently stroked her hair. She was still sucking him.

His right hand drifted to the scar over his chest. In his mind, a beautiful face appeared. She smiled, winked, and nodded before fading away, just as he smiled back to her.

"I love you, Mrs. Rhea Sharma," he said. She was still sucking his now almost hard cock.

She continued sucking ... she paused, looked up at him, and smiled. "I love you too, Miya." and smiled.

She glanced down, looking at his now hard cock. Smiling proudly, she said, "Your Biwi (wife) has done her part" still moving her hands up and down his hard cock.

"Now can you please be a good Miya and fuck your Biwi again?"