My hips move involuntarily. My voice rising higher, my movements more erratic, my whole body clenching, my legs tightening.I writhe in your arms, sounds ripping from my throat as I bite harder into your shoulder with each wave that hits me. My desi But for now, it’s you and me here together. My voice cracks over the words. Your chest to my back, hands to my waist, hips to my assLips against my neck.Breathe right by my ear as you whisper, I’m home.You settle in behind me, and I sink back into you as your fingertips trail over my stomach, to the curve of my waist, up over my ribs, and down again.The third time you reach my ribs, you pause for a second, tapping at my hip, and I twist to meet your gaze. You press in, stretch borderline painfully until you’re flush against me, and pause.Come on. It stings. I would tease Mahima, saying, “I will ditch you for Pandya.” But unfortunately, that day match was called off due to rain.My room is dark, my bed is
