Part 14 : The Night That Lingered
The phone rested against Vedha's cheek. Neither of them spoke for a while. She could hear Sarang breathing softly on the other end.
“I keep thinking about having you close to me,” he whispered.
Vedha went quiet, trying to hide the little smile on her face.
She gently touched the side of her neck, imagining him sitting beside her.
“I wish you were here,” she whispered.
“Trust me, Vedu. I wish that too.”
His voice grew softer, and she found herself listening to every little pause between his words.
“You've gone quiet,” he teased.
“Maybe I'm just enjoying your voice.”
“Then I'll keep talking.”
"Please..."
"Vedu, I'm getting thoughts about touching you..."
"I don't think I can stop you today."
"I've never been so desperate about anything. But today, I feel my mind is not in my control.
I wanna kiss you, and I wanna kiss you everywhere."
"Sarang... " She breathed heavily and continued. "I don't want you to get confined in anything. I'd love to know your thoughts."
"My thoughts...??!! Ughh.. Vedu.. You have no idea what I'm going through... I wanna grab you, hold your waist and pull you towards me..."
Listening to his deep, dark, rich, voice, Vedha began to become aroused...
She smiled into the dark, though her fingers stayed where they were, tracing small, absent circles just below her jaw.
The warmth inside her deepened, slow and steady, until she felt the first subtle shift between her thighs, a quiet, liquid awareness that made her press her legs together without thinking.
Sarang exhaled, a sound that was almost a sigh.
"I’m getting hard just listening to you," he admitted, voice low and honest.
"Not doing anything about it. Just… feeling it."
Vedha’s hand drifted lower, resting over her heart. She could feel it beating faster now, matching the quiet tension building in her body.
The dampness between her legs grew more noticeable, a soft, insistent reminder of how close he felt even through the phone.
She shifted slightly, the movement brushing her thighs together, and the sensation made her bite her lip.
"Tell me what you’re thinking," she whispered.
"I’m thinking about kissing the spot where your pulse beats. Right there on your neck. And my hands, moving down your stomach…"
Sarang was making Vedha's blood boil and her skin heat with his words...
"I can feel you here..." she said softly, almost shyly.
They stayed like that for a long moment, the silence between them filled with the quiet sounds of their breathing and the unspoken awareness of what was happening to both of them.
Vedha’s body felt warm all over, her skin sensitive to the lightest brush of fabric. The dampness between her thighs had become a steady, liquid heat, and she could feel the subtle throb of her pulse there, matching the rhythm of her heart.
Sarang’s voice came again, softer now. "I wish I could kiss your upper back right now. Below your neck... Just once... Slow..."
Vedha closed her eyes, imagining the press of his lips against her skin, the way his breath would feel against her.
Her hand stayed where it was, resting lightly over her heart, but the warmth inside her continued to build, slow and steady, until she felt herself growing even wetter, the sensation almost overwhelming in its gentleness.
"I can feel it," she whispered. "Everything you’re saying. It’s like you’re here."
"I am," Sarang answered. "Right here with you."
To be continued...
The phone rested against Vedha's cheek. Neither of them spoke for a while. She could hear Sarang breathing softly on the other end.
“I keep thinking about having you close to me,” he whispered.
Vedha went quiet, trying to hide the little smile on her face.
She gently touched the side of her neck, imagining him sitting beside her.
“I wish you were here,” she whispered.
“Trust me, Vedu. I wish that too.”
His voice grew softer, and she found herself listening to every little pause between his words.
“You've gone quiet,” he teased.
“Maybe I'm just enjoying your voice.”
“Then I'll keep talking.”
"Please..."
"Vedu, I'm getting thoughts about touching you..."
"I don't think I can stop you today."
"I've never been so desperate about anything. But today, I feel my mind is not in my control.
I wanna kiss you, and I wanna kiss you everywhere."
"Sarang... " She breathed heavily and continued. "I don't want you to get confined in anything. I'd love to know your thoughts."
"My thoughts...??!! Ughh.. Vedu.. You have no idea what I'm going through... I wanna grab you, hold your waist and pull you towards me..."
Listening to his deep, dark, rich, voice, Vedha began to become aroused...
She smiled into the dark, though her fingers stayed where they were, tracing small, absent circles just below her jaw.
The warmth inside her deepened, slow and steady, until she felt the first subtle shift between her thighs, a quiet, liquid awareness that made her press her legs together without thinking.
Sarang exhaled, a sound that was almost a sigh.
"I’m getting hard just listening to you," he admitted, voice low and honest.
"Not doing anything about it. Just… feeling it."
Vedha’s hand drifted lower, resting over her heart. She could feel it beating faster now, matching the quiet tension building in her body.
The dampness between her legs grew more noticeable, a soft, insistent reminder of how close he felt even through the phone.
She shifted slightly, the movement brushing her thighs together, and the sensation made her bite her lip.
"Tell me what you’re thinking," she whispered.
"I’m thinking about kissing the spot where your pulse beats. Right there on your neck. And my hands, moving down your stomach…"
Sarang was making Vedha's blood boil and her skin heat with his words...
"I can feel you here..." she said softly, almost shyly.
They stayed like that for a long moment, the silence between them filled with the quiet sounds of their breathing and the unspoken awareness of what was happening to both of them.
Vedha’s body felt warm all over, her skin sensitive to the lightest brush of fabric. The dampness between her thighs had become a steady, liquid heat, and she could feel the subtle throb of her pulse there, matching the rhythm of her heart.
Sarang’s voice came again, softer now. "I wish I could kiss your upper back right now. Below your neck... Just once... Slow..."
Vedha closed her eyes, imagining the press of his lips against her skin, the way his breath would feel against her.
Her hand stayed where it was, resting lightly over her heart, but the warmth inside her continued to build, slow and steady, until she felt herself growing even wetter, the sensation almost overwhelming in its gentleness.
"I can feel it," she whispered. "Everything you’re saying. It’s like you’re here."
"I am," Sarang answered. "Right here with you."
To be continued...
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