The Delhi Artist Gigolo - Part 3
Early in the morning, around 4 am, I felt a strong desire for intimacy. I woke up and checked on Sakshi. She was in a deep sleep. After waiting for a while, I lit a cigarette, feeling anticipation build up. She lay completely naked, her legs spread wide open. I moved closer to her, starting with gentle kisses on her toes. Slowly, I worked my way up her calves, fondling her softly, then continued to her inner thighs. She began to stir, letting out soft moans, “Shhhh… Mhhhh…” I didn’t stop kissing and licking her inner thighs one by one. She had gone to bed freshly cleaned the night before, and now, her skin felt sensational under my touch. Using both hands, I spread her pussy lips apart and began to lick her tenderly. She woke up and murmured, “How do you know I like to get fucked early in the morning?” I replied, “It might be a coincidence, but I love having sex with you at this time.” “You started in the right place,” she said, her voice trembling with pleasure. “It’s sending sensations through my whole body.” Her fingers tangled in my hair, guiding my head deeper into her, encouraging me to continue. Her moans grew louder as I flicked my tongue against her clit, sucking gently before diving back in, exploring every inch of her with my mouth. I could feel her body responding, her hips bucking against my face. My hands roamed over her smooth skin, one hand teasing her nipples while the other kept her pussy spread open for my eager tongue. I started to squeeze her breasts one by one, circling my tongue around her clit. Her moans turned into desperate cries, her body trembling with need. I entered one finger and started to fuck her with it. Then I let her lick herself from my fingers; she gave me a slutty look and licked the wetness from my fingers. I went down again, continuing to lick and squeeze her breasts simultaneously. “Don’t stop,” she gasped, her voice breathless. “Please, don’t stop, Tanmay.” I increased my pace, my tongue moving faster. She was on the edge, her body arching off the bed, her fingers tightening in my hair. With a final, shuddering cry, she came, her orgasm washing over her in waves. I didn’t stop, drawing out her pleasure until she was panting, her body limp and satisfied. She pulled me up to her, kissing me deeply, tasting herself on my lips. “I love waking up like this,” she whispered, her eyes shining with desire. “You gave me the most beautiful orgasm I’ve ever had. Now, it’s your turn.” With a mischievous glint in her eye, she pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me. Her hands roamed over my chest, her nails lightly scratching my skin, sending shivers down my spine. She kissed her way down my body, her lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She kissed my nipples and pinched them, giving me pleasurable pain. My hands tangled in her hair. When she reached my cock, she looked up at me with a wicked smile before taking me into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head, her hand pumping my shaft in rhythm with her movements. The sensation was incredible. I couldn’t help but moan, my hands gripping the sheets tightly. She was giving me the best blowjob I had ever had. She took me deeper, her mouth hot and wet around me. Her head bobbed up and down, her eyes never leaving mine. I could feel the pressure building, my body tense with anticipation. Just as I was about to reach the edge, she pulled away, a teasing smile on her lips. “Not yet,” she whispered, straddling me again. She guided my cock to her entrance, sinking onto me slowly, her warmth enveloping me completely. We both gasped at the sensation, her tightness gripping me perfectly. She began to move, her hips rolling in a slow, tantalizing rhythm. Her hands rested on my chest for support, her nails digging into my skin as she increased the pace. I reached up to cup her breasts. My thumbs were teasing her nipples, making her moan louder. Our bodies moved together in perfect harmony, the room filled with the sounds of our pleasure. She rode me harder, her movements becoming more frantic as we both neared the edge. With a final, desperate thrust, we came together, our cries of ecstasy mingling in the early morning air. Breathless and spent, she collapsed onto my chest, her body still trembling. We lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, savouring the afterglow. “I love you,” she whispered, her voice filled with contentment. I said, “Sakshi, I want to fuck you on the balcony. Shall we do it there?” She got excited but also scared, asking, “What if anyone sees us?” I consoled her, saying, “Trust me, no one will see us.” Then we moved to the balcony. I made her stand in a doggy position. It was an amazing view. She liked the balcony view and my cock, which was about to fill her pussy with cum. I decided to tease her with my cock, rubbing it at her entrance. She said, “Tanmay, please don’t tease, please enter me. I desperately want you inside, feel you inside me.” I teased her again, and after doing it around four times, I entered her in a single push. She gasped and regained her breath, moaning loudly. The whispering wind carried her moans. I tied her hair with my hand, and my cock moved rhythmically. Her ass synchronizing with the movement. I loved the view of her getting fucked by my cock. “Tanmay, fuck me harder,” she pleaded, her voice a desperate whisper. I increased my pace, thrusting into her with more intensity. Her moans echoed in the early morning air, blending with the sounds of the city awakening. I gripped her hips, pulling her back onto me with each thrust, our bodies moving in perfect sync. Her pussy tightened around me, her wetness making each movement more intense. I reached around to play with her clit, feeling her body tremble under my touch. “Oh god, yes,” she moaned, her voice filled with need. “I’m so close.