The power surged back an hour later in a jarring flood of light, shattering the spell like a premature climax, leaving them blinking in disorientation, creatures yanked from a dream of tangled limbs. "Well, that's over," Vijay declared, voice too loud in the restored hum, his body still buzzing with the touch's aftershocks, cock semi-hard and aching for more.
"Sleep well," Meena murmured, halfway to the bedroom, her hips swaying with unspoken invitation, though the air thickened with tension. They retired with a new, unspoken 'Great Wall' of awkwardness, forged from that five-second touch, bodies separated by invisible barriers yet yearning across the divide, her pussy slick with frustration, his shaft throbbing unfulfilled.
The next morning, the atmosphere pulsed heavy with it, the 6:45 AM coffee exchange fraught with electric lust. "Coffee," he offered, extending the mug, meticulously avoiding finger contact, though his eyes devoured the curve of her breasts, imagining sucking them until she screamed.
"Thanks," she accepted, equally cautious, her core clenching at the near-miss, fantasies of grabbing him and fucking on the counter flooding her mind. It was… awful, a torment of denied release.
But by the following dawn, the storm had cleansed Chennai, leaving it bright and steaming like post-coital glow, the awkwardness receding like ebbing tides, that spark integrated as new data in their system-a shared 'event' that electrified their bond, bodies now attuned to the hum of desire.
The "romance" infiltrated not with explosive bangs but seeped like morning light through curtains, in myriad tiny, quiet ways that built like slow, teasing foreplay, each gesture a stroke toward inevitable climax.
It commenced with his tie. Days later, Vijay poised by the door, primed for work, Meena observing from the kitchen counter, her gaze hungry as she drank in his form-a good-looking man she'd objectively noted, but now she noticed viscerally, the crisp blue shirt hugging his broad shoulders like she'd hug his cock with her mouth, the clean jawline begging for bites and licks. He was… admirable, a specimen of male perfection making her thighs slick with want.
"Wait," she commanded, the word escaping before restraint, her voice breathy with need.
He halted, his "pre-departure checklist" disrupted, tension coiling in his muscles. "What? Is my shirt... stained, begging for your hands to strip it?"
"No." She advanced, invading his space deliberately, standing inches away, her face level with his chest, breath mingling hot and heavy. She smelled of coffee and 'temple soap,' an aphrodisiac blend that made his cock twitch, her eyelash curl on her cheek an invitation to kiss. He ceased breathing, pulse racing as she closed in.
"You're… crooked," she murmured, voice breathless, her nipples brushing his shirt faintly, sending jolts to her core.
"I'm… what?" he rasped, confused yet aroused, his shaft hardening at her proximity.
"Your tie." She reached, fingers grazing his shirt, knuckles skimming his neck's pulse point. He froze, the intimate act disarming, his heart thumping wildly as her touch ignited fire in his veins-ERROR: VARIABLE UNKNOWN, his brain looped, but his body screamed for more, cock straining painfully.
"Your… your knot is all… lopsided," she whispered, fingers loosening it, brushing his throat, feeling him swallow hard, Adam's apple bobbing like his cock would in her mouth. "You have to pull this part... so," she instructed, hands moving expertly, though trembling with lust, her palm flattening against his chest's solid warmth for a heart-stopping second, feeling his heartbeat mirror her pulsing clit.
She stepped back, breaths ragged, pussy aching empty. "Okay. Now you can go. You… you look better, fuckable even."
He stared, recalibrated by her touch, hand rising to feel the knot-perfect, warm from her grasp, a brand of possession. He cleared his throat, voice thick. "Right. Thanks, for making me throb." He departed, sitting in the car a minute, touching the tie, his cock hard, mind replaying her nearness, fantasizing burying in her heat.