The first soft light of dawn crept through the heavy silk curtains of the master bedroom, painting the large bed in gentle gold. Ananya woke first, her body still humming from the previous day’s endless pleasures. Between her thighs she was slick and aching, the memory of being fucked in the garden and on the mountain edge making her clit throb with fresh need. She could still taste him on her tongue from the night before, and the ache only grew stronger.

She looked at Vikram sleeping peacefully beside her. His chest rose and fell in slow, even breaths, and his cock lay thick and semi hard against his thigh, resting heavily on the silk sheet. Without a second thought, she slid down the bed silently, her long wavy black hair falling over her shoulders like a dark curtain as she positioned herself between his spread legs. She took his cock gently in her warm hand, stroking it slowly from base to tip until it hardened fully in her grip, the thick vein pulsing under her fingers. Then she leaned down, pressed a soft kiss to the head, and took him deep into her mouth in one smooth motion.