Keshav said while lifting her chin "But i want to do something else right now"
Jasmine glanced up at him, her gaze curious and tinged with a hint of amusement. "Oh? And what might that be?" she asked, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
Keshav said while bringing his lips closure to hers "your lips are dry, i want to wet them. These ones as well as lips in between your legs."
Jasmine's breath hitched as he spoke, her cheeks flushing slightly at his bluntness. "That's quite the request," she said, her voice a little shaky. "And a little demanding, don't you think?"
Keshav smirked, his fingers tracing a path down her neck. "I like being demanding," he teased, his voice dropping to a huskier tone. "Especially when it comes to you."
Despite her initial surprise, a shiver ran down Jasmine's spine at his words. "Hmph. It's not like I mind," she said, a coy smile playing on her lips. "But you better keep your promises."
Keshav's eyes darkened with desire, his touch growing bolder as he pulled her closer. "Oh, I fully intend to keep my promises," he murmured as his hands began to wander beneath her clothes. "And I have plenty more to come."
Jasmine bit her lip, her body responding to his touch, as a mix of anticipation and a hint of surrender filled her. "You tease," she whispered, her arms encircling his neck, drawing him closer.
Their bodies were aligned now, the space between them disappearing rapidly. Keshav's hand glided under the fabric of her shirt, his fingers tracing a path up her bare skin. "Is this what you want?" he whispered, his breath hot against her ear, before his lips trailed kisses down her neck.
A soft moan escaped Jasmine's lips, her body pressing closer against his, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly. "Yes," she breathed, her body arching into his touch. "This is exactly what I want."
Keshav continued to trail kisses down her neck, his hands roaming across her skin, exploring every inch he could reach. His touch was possessive, a silent promise of the pleasure that was yet to come. "Good," he murmured against her skin, his voice low and full of desire. "Because I plan on giving you exactly what you want... and more."
Jasmine's body thrummed with anticipation, her mind awash in a haze of sensations. She tilted her head back, giving him better access to the sensitive skin of her neck, her fingers tangling in his hair. "Then don't hold back," she whispered, her voice trembling with arousal.
With those words, Keshav's restraint snapped. In an instant, he had her pinned beneath him on the couch, his body pressing hers into the cushions. His lips traced a path down her neck, leaving a trail of kisses in their wake as he pushed her shirt up and off her body.
Jasmine's breath hitched as she felt the cool air against her skin, her body arching instinctively towards his. The look in his eyes was dark and hungry, igniting a fire deep within her. "Keshav," she gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he nipped at her collarbone.
Keshav's response was to capture her lips in a fierce, possessive kiss. His hands traced a path down her body, his touch both gentle and firm, exploring every curve and contour. He wanted to claim her, to make her his completely.
Jasmine surrendered to the kiss, her body responding to his touch with a fervor that matched his own. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, her hands gripping his hair tightly. Her body was aflame with desire, every fiber of her being screaming for more.
Keshav deepened the kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth, tasting her, claiming her. His hands roamed over her body, his touch possessive and demanding. He relished in the sounds she made, the way she responded to him, the way she gave herself over to him completely.
The intensity between them was almost unbearable, a whirlwind of pent-up desire and need. Jasmine's body ached for his touch, her mind consumed with nothing but him. She knew that he was the one who could completely satisfy her, who could give her the pleasure she craved.
Keshav left her lips, his kisses trailing down her body, his tongue leaving a wet path in its wake. His hands continued to explore, his touch growing more heated with every passing moment. He wanted to worship her body with every touch, to leave no inch of her untouched.
Her body responded to his touch as if it were a language all its own, every nerve ending on fire, her breathing growing ragged. Her body was his in that moment, and she willingly submitted to him, wanting nothing more than to feel him everywhere, inside and out.
As Keshav's lips and hands continued their exploration of her body, he could feel her trembling beneath him, her need for him growing impossibly stronger. He relished in the power he held over her in that moment, the knowledge that he could bring her to the brink of ecstasy with just a touch.
His tongue traced a path over her skin, his touch becoming more and more urgent. He wanted to make her moan, to make her cry out his name, to make her forget everything but him in that moment. His lips found their way to the curve of her hip, his teeth grazing her skin.
Jasmine's breath hitched, and a soft moan escaped her lips as his teeth scraped against her sensitive skin. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly, nails digging into his flesh. Every touch, every kiss sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through her body, building the pressure within her to an almost unbearable level.
Keshav continued his assault on her body, each kiss and touch pushing her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. He could feel her body trembling beneath him, her moans becoming more urgent, more needy. He wanted to draw out this moment, to make her completely surrender herself to him.
He lifted his head, his eyes meeting hers, and the intensity in his gaze was almost overwhelming. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice rough with desire. "I want to see you come undone, completely, for me."
With those words, he increased the intensity of his touch, his hands and lips working in tandem to push her to the edge. Jasmine's eyes locked with his, her body arching towards his touch, completely under his control.
"Keshav," she whimined, her voice desperate, needy. "Please, I can't... I need-" Her words were cut off as he captured her lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth, claiming her completely.
Her body was on fire, every nerve ending alight, her very being focused on the sensations he was igniting within her. She was teetering on the edge, her body quivering with the intensity of her arousal. She needed him, desperately, urgently, completely.
Keshav pulled away long enough to whisper against her skin, "Let go, Jasmine. Let me take you over the edge." His hands were everywhere now, no part of her body left untouched, his touch possessive and demanding.
His words sent a shiver through her, and she felt her resistance crumbling under the onslaught of his touch. "Please," she gasped, her voice trembling with arousal. "I need you...now."
With a swift, fluid motion, Keshav lifted her off the couch and laid her on the floor, his body coming down on top of her, claiming her completely. He took her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head, leaving no doubt who was in control.
Jasmine's body arched against him, instinctively seeking out his touch, his domination awakening something deep within her. She was completely at his mercy, and she relished in the feeling of helplessness, of being completely consumed by him.
"Look at me," he commanded again, his voice rough with desire. "I want to watch you cum for me." His free hand slipped between them, finding its target, and he began to work her, his touch skilled and practiced. Her body responded instantly, and she knew she was close, so close.
Jasmine's eyes locked with his, her body trembling with the intensity of her arousal. She was teetering on the precipice now, her body straining towards release. "Please," she gasped, her words a desperate plea. "Please, Keshav, I can't...I need..."
"Let go, Jasmine," he whispered once more, his voice thick with desire. "Let yourself go. I've got you." With those words, he increased the intensity of his touch, his fingers working her expertly, pushing her to the edge and holding her there.
Her body was taut with anticipation, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable level. And then, with a final, desperate cry of his name, she let go, her body convulsing beneath him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. It was a climax like she'd never felt before, the intensity of it leaving her trembling and writhing.
Keshav held her through the aftershocks, his body still pinning her in place, his touch now soothing and gentle. He watched her, a satisfied smile on his face, as she slowly came back to herself, boneless and spent.
Then keshav said "Its time for my dick to enter pussy between your legs "
Jasmine's body quivered with anticipation as Keshav's words sent a spike of desire through her. She could feel her body responding to his words, her arousal building again.
"Yes," she breathed, her voice a barely audible whisper. "Please, Keshav, I need your dick."
Keshav's eyes darkened as he heard her words, his own desire flaring to life. He shifted his body, positioning himself between her legs, his hands gripping her hips.
She felt exposed and vulnerable, her body open and vulnerable to his touch. But there was no fear, only a deep, urgent need. She wanted him, all of him, and she was helpless to resist.
Keshav lowered himself over her, his body pressing against hers, and she could feel the hardness against her body. He took her face in his hands, his eyes meeting hers, searching her gaze for any sign of hesitation.
But there was none. Her body was begging for him, and her eyes were pleading. She wanted him, desperately, and she didn't care about anything else in that moment.
Keshav didn't need any more encouragement. He kissed her deeply, possessively, his tongue invading her mouth as he pressed himself against her. And then he was there, the tip of him poised at her entrance, just waiting for her to give the word.
Jasmine could feel the anticipation building inside her, her body taut with need. She wanted him to take her, to make her his completely. "Please," she pleaded, her voice trembling with desire. "Please, Keshav, I need your dick. I need your dick inside me."
With those words, Keshav didn't need any more encouragement. He surged forward, his body entering her in a swift, powerful motion, filling her completely. Her body arched against him, her gasp of surprise and pleasure lost in the sound of skin on skin. He paused for a moment, his breathing ragged, as if unsure of what to do. Jasmine wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, pulling him down to her, her body desperate for more. "Don't stop," she pleaded, her voice thick with desire. She wrapped her legs around his waist, using them to pull him closer, urging him deeper inside of her.
Keshav's body responded to her plea, his desire overwhelming him. He moved in a steady, powerful rhythm, his body moving with a natural grace.
She held on to him, her claws digging into his body, her head thrown back in ecstasy. She had never felt anything like this before, filled and filled completely by him, taken by him, possessed by him.
His pace quickened, his breathing growing more ragged as he lost himself in her. With each thrust, he pulled her closer to him, his body wrapping hers in a cocoon of pleasure. His lips found her neck, his teeth grazing her skin, and she let out a soft, needy moan, wanting more of him, needing more of him. He was everything to her, her world, her future, her everything.
She could feel the pressure building within her, the pleasure growing more and more intense with each moment. She knew she was close, so close, and she wanted nothing more than to reach that peak with him.
His hands roamed over her body, touching her everywhere, his touch claiming her, possessing her. His lips brushed her neck again, and she felt his teeth nipping at her skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.
The combination of his touch and the sensations of his body inside of her were driving her wild, her body trembling and quivering with the intensity of her arousal. She was completely lost in the moment, completely lost in him.
And then it hit her, a wave of pleasure so intense that it nearly took her breath away. She cried out his name, her body arching up against his, her fingers digging into his skin as she rode out the wave of ecstasy. It was powerful, consuming, and left her trembling and spent.
Keshav slowed his movements, gently bringing her back to herself, his touch now tender and soothing. He knew she was tired and satisfied, her body boneless beneath him. He pulled her close, his arms wrapping around her, his body still pressed against hers.
She buried her face in the crook of his neck, her arms clinging to him tightly, her body still shaking with the aftermath of her orgasm. She felt safe, held, protected in his arms, and it was a feeling she never wanted to lose.
Keshav's hand came up to stroke her hair, his voice low and tender as he whispered words of comfort and affection. "You're mine," he murmured, his lips brushing against her skin. "Only mine."
She nodded, her body still trembling, her mind still reeling. She was his, completely and utterly. She had given herself to him, body and soul, and she knew that she would never be satisfied with anyone else.
They lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, for what felt like hours. Jasmine's body was heavy and sated, her breathing slowly returning to normal. She felt safe and comfortable in Keshav's arms, the world outside fading away as she focused on him and him alone.
Keshav gently shifted positions, rolling onto his back and pulling Jasmine close to him. She snuggled against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder, her body pressing against his. His hand came up to run through her hair, his touch gentle and possessive.
"You're amazing," he whispered, his voice tinged with affection. "You're mine, always."
After some time they got up to have dinner before sleep.