Nothin' Stops Here (Best Three Days of November: November 21 to 23)

I was waiting for him at Cinemas. I was feeling anxious. My heart was beating faster than ever, my hands were cold as ice, my stomach was gurgling with hunger and my head was full of bullshit. After a few minutes of searching, he approached me. He was looking more nervous than I was. We waited for the cab to arrive. None of us were talking; the nervousness and a strange fear of losing it all possessed us. The cab arrived late. Each minute was passing by like a second. We got into the cab, still silent. The cab driver was looking at us suspiciously. I masked my face with the face mask ('no' thanks to the pandemic). To clear the uneasiness, I picked up a trendy conversation that turned into a romantic topic soon. We were stuck in a traffic jam when both of us saw a couple sitting in the next cab. The love between them was highlighting to our eyes. They were so different from us. The girl had her head rested on the boy's shoulder and they were holding hands. Raydon showed me the couple in the next cab. I completely ignored them and even criticized the idea of being so much romantic. He said nothing but I understood what he wanted. I looked at the couple till the cab overtook the next cab. Soon, we reached the hotel. The hotel was not that grandeur and was located in a dead location.

The owner asked, "Please, let me check your identity cards." While checking my identity card, his eyes got fixed on my date of birth. He gave me weird look. But fortunately, he said nothing or I would be feeling shameful.

"I am starving!"

"What? We have less time at hand."

"Buy me some packaged food!"

"Okay." Raydon bought me some choco-chip cookies and a packet of Lays. We walked upstairs, got inside the room, and locked it. While I was busy making myself sure that there is no CCTV camera fitted anywhere, he spent his rehearsal time in the washroom. It was when I finished the FBI duty, he came out of the washroom. I had brought a nightdress with me so I changed my clothes to feel comfortable. When I got out of the washroom, I saw him resting on the bed. The instant of troubling him came into my head and I slept next to him opening the packet of Lays.

"I'm starving. If you don't do anything and stare at me like this, nothing is going to happen. I would head back home so, think it yourself, what do you want?"

"What?!"  "And yes, don't start with a kiss... I don't need kisses."

"What?! How am I going to start?"

We wasted a couple of minutes eating Lays and looking at each other. I was eating when he kissed me. I gulped the food at once and kissed him back. He started kissing me hard and then rode on me, still kissing. He moved down my body, kissing my neck, licking my ear and cheeks, and again kissing me on the lips. I was taking in every pinch of sensation slowly. He moved down towards my vagina, kissing everybody part coming on the way slowly. I felt it high when he kissed my vagina and licked my thighs. It was the first time, I had allowed anyone to take my panties off. He kissed my clit, tasting the essence of love. He licked my vagina and clit simultaneously. I was feeling the immense sensation with my eyes shut. My vagina turned watery with his saliva. Every lapse of touch of his tongue on my clit was making me more watery. He slowly bit my clit while licking it making me quiver with great pleasure. After a brief sexual moment, he moved up my body, kissing my stomach and then kissing my perfectly clothed incited breasts. He removed the sports bra and kissed my tender breasts slowly. My eyes were perfectly shut. He sucked my breasts hard and when his teeth bite my nipple, I quired with pain and pleasure. I did not want any kind of bite marks on my intimate areas so, I used to say, "Don't bite!" whenever he used to bite. He used to get amused by seeing my reaction and started sucking my delicate part even harder. He fingered my clit when kissing me and forced his fingers inside my vagina. Shit! What a pain! I reacted at once. He was looking a bit confused. I did not want the pain to be a problem and decided not to waste my time explaining my pain to him. Instead, I asked him to open his clothes. He turned blushy pink. He took off his t-shirt and pulled me to sit on his lap and then kissed my neck and licked my cheeks, inhaling me slowly. I forcefully undressed him. I was eager to see his dick. The dick, I used to touch over the pants. His dick is one of my favorites. The instant I looked at his dick, I kissed it, took it deep inside my mouth, and sucked it. It was an awesome experience. I sucked it and enjoyed watching him quaking. Then I kissed him while he rode on me and split my thighs away from each other and pushed his naked dick inside my vagina. I felt the pain coming. He pushed it again and again. I was feeling like screaming. I opened my mouth stopping the shriek of pain inside from coming out. He pushed even harder. The pain was intolerable. I closed my eyes with pain. It continued for a few torturous minutes. At the end when the hymen was finally tearing off, I felt both pleasure and pain. I clapped on my mouth with both my hands. Oh my fuck! He kissed me without stopping for a moment. Finally, he broke my virginity and I felt tremendously relieved and asked him to put on a condom for safety. Without waiting for a moment, he put on the condom and resumed the work of pain with pleasure. I was feeling his dick pushing me on the inside. I enjoyed it very much. Soon, I felt myself coming. The speed increased and I was getting the effective pleasure of having sex. I did not want it to end. My knees started paining after a while. It's been an hour; we were deriving sexual pleasure from each other. I wanted more. Though I was completely satisfied, I wanted more.

"You know, you were right, sex develops emotional feelings..."

    I could not get what he was saying. I asked him twice but he did not answer. It was when we noticed the time; he got off me and kissed me. We had exhausted the given time, minutes ago. I should have reached home till then, according to the hour. Despite having not a minute at hand, we cuddled under the blanket and kissed each other hard. 

"I am not that moron... I got you."

"Thank god, you got it."

"But explain it to me once," Samara demanded.

"No, you got it. I don't have to explain it again."

     I gave him a fishy look and went to the washroom for changing the clothes.

     She came out of the washroom and I approached her, pulled her closer, and continued kissing without a break.

"Let me get out of..." I kissed her again, interrupting her in between finishing her speech.

     I just could not stop kissing her. She looked at the mirror, waving her curls, and was looking at her lips briefly when I pulled her from the back and turned her around, perfectly kissing her the next moment. I opened the door and was ready to depart when I was on my way to kiss her over the face mask. The door was perfectly opened and we were kissing as if nothing mattered to us. 

Finally, we departed from the hotel. While heading back home, in the cab, all of a sudden, I got a feeling of putting my head on his shoulder and a strong urge to hug him. I did what I wanted to. I could not explain to him why I did this. I had a strange feeling growing inside of me that I need him with me like this at all times.

      22nd November wasted on texting messages and sending love. When I met her in my office, I kissed her to my fullest. We were so much close to each other.

"If I ask you, do you love me? What would be your reaction?"

"What do you think, would be my reaction?"

      Both of us discussed reactions and replies and reached a conclusion where she said, "If you propose to me tomorrow with a red rose in your hand, I'll think about it."

That was enough for me. I was ready to propose to her the next day. I was sure she will accept my proposal. She loved me the same way, I did. Oh, the love of my life, I will give up anything for you.

    The evening of 23rd November had a shade of love in the sky and the essence of liveliness in its breeze. I was standing there, perfectly nervous, looking at her eyes. It was my first time proposing to someone with a red rose in my hand. Fortunately, no one was present in the field. I looked around to ease my nervousness and with a rush of adrenalin in my body, I proposed to her, "Do you love me?" The red rose was still in my hand.

"Is this is a way of proposing a beautiful girl like me?" she shot.

   I stayed muted for seconds. "Okay." I took a deep breath and proposed to her with the red rose, "I love you, my love."

  She accepted my love, my rose with the sweetest reply, "I love you too, Raydon." I did not have any words to explain my happiness. The only way to express my happiness was to kiss her hard. I was an expert at that; I did that.