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Ekaksh licks the lobe of my ear, his tongue swirling softly on the skin before tracing its path to my lips while pressing soft sloppy kisses all over my face. He finds my lips almost instantly and crushes our lips together in a kiss filled with lust and desire mixed with the syrup of longing and the buried love that neither of us have been able to let go of.

I pull him closer, holding his neck and grabbing a bunch of the small hair on the back. Fuck, it feels so good to touch him again. It feels so good to have him so close. 

Aksh adjusts himself over me and our bodies rub against each other in the process, igniting all the desires that have been already blooming inside of me the entire night. His hand moves from my face to my neck, sliding down over my body, taking in every inch of what he can touch. 

His touch isn’t soft, it’s raw, possessive, greedy. 

The way I love it.