Now she had time to recover as he kissed his way from her knees up the inside of her thighs, first one side then the other, as he moved closer to her pussy.
His approach sent the tingling within into overdrive as her lubricating juices tickled their way over the soft folds of flesh inside. There was plenty to taste and savour as his tongue flicked and probed her swollen pussy lips.
As he flicked past her clitoris, Priya gasped. Damian responded by concentrating his efforts there, his head now clamped between her thighs as she writhed in pleasure. Her back arched and she grabbed fistfuls of his hair, but nothing shook him off his goal and he faithfully lapped enthusiastically at her swollen love bean.
The sensations radiating out from her clitoris around her body as he continued licking and reached up to massage her sensitive nipples and breasts were bringing her to a rapid and glorious climax. Her pussy muscles, still aching from their exploits a while earlier started to contact again and her head lightened as the rush of pleasure over took her. Arching her back once more and gripping his head even tighter as her leg muscles tightened she rose majestically from the bed before falling back with the softest of whimpers.
“Thank you....O-oh!” she whispered as Damian, too occupied to reply lapped up the warm juices around her pussy entrance as a reward.
Pirya was being taken close to another orgasm but Damian stopped licking around her pussy and kissed his way back up, past her belly to once more lick her sensitive nipples, which sent a glorious shock through her and brought a whimper of appreciation.
His kisses now reached her neck and finally their lips met as he positioned himself above her. Priya reached down and grabbed his throbbing cock, guiding it to her flooded and still slightly sore pussy.
He gently pushed the head in, making Priya wince slightly.
“Are you ok?” he asked softly.
“Yes, just take it slow,” she re-assured him, gasping as he gently probed a little deeper, “Oh...! Oh...! Ah...!”
Gradually the stinging eased as she became accustomed to his girth once more. Hitching her knees up to his ribs Priya could enjoy his full length inside her. He set a slow rhythm and leaned down to kiss her.
“More!” she smiled, “Give me more!”
Damian obliged, taking longer strokes while maintaining the rhythm and Priya moved with him, pushing into him to take him as deep within as possible.
“Oh...! Oh...! Oh God YES...! O-o-oh!” she moaned, digging her nails into his back as Damian dug her nails into his back.
The rhythm built up, Damian fucking her harder and faster, her moans rising in volume as his big shaft rifled easily through her flooded pussy it felt wonderful as their bodies moved in unison. Priya wanted it to go on and on, and her man obliged.
The room filled with the slap, slapping of his cock ramming home and Priya’s moans, ever rising in volume and pitch.
“Fuck me...! FUCK ME!” she screamed
Slap, slap SLAP! His cock slammed home as Priya arched her back in ecstacy, Damian responding my fucking her harder still and they fell back to the bed together.
By now his thick shaft was stiffening further, and seeming to go even deeper, then with a loud groan he gave one big thrust and held his cock deep inside as Priya felt hot cum squirting into her.
They kissed hard and passionately, Priya pulling him closer to have his body lie on top of her while his cock continued to ejaculate.
“I love you!” she declared.
Damian kissed her softly on the lips before gazing into her big brown eyes while he replied, “I love you too!”
He withdrew and the lovers lay together, kissing softly. It was one of the nights that become a marker that you remember for the rest of your life and Priya was as close to heaven as it was possible to get.
They fell asleep with bodies entwined, sweat and the aroma of sweet sex in the air. The day had been perfect, the night even more so.
Chapter Eleven
Goodbye... For now!
Damian woke up first and just lay there looking at the beauty lying with him on the bed. Her long jet black hair flowed over her amazingly curvaceous body. Her olive skin was immaculate and it was all he could to stop himself running his fingers over her or kissing her, but she looked so perfect he didn’t want to wake her and ruin the moment.
She was to his eyes perfect. His gaze caressed every inch of the goddess lying beside him, the light kissing her curves like an artist using delicate brush strokes, yet this perfect moment would only be saved and immortalised on the canvas that was Damian’s mind.
He wanted that moment to last for ever, but Priya awoke. Her beautiful brown eyes adjusting to the light eventually found focus as the shadowy figure became Damian. A smile crossed her face, matching his.
“Good morning,” she said, breaking the silence, “How long have you been staring at me?”
“Sorry, but you look so beautiful.”
“I bet you say that to all the girls,” she teased.
“I really mean it,” he replied leaning forward to kiss her.
“I’ll let you off this time,” she smiled before she remembered this was her last morning with him, and the smile left her face.
“I love you,” he declared, knowing this would reassure her.
“I love you too,” she smiled
After both had a shower he started packing his suitcase, and Priya set about re-packing the few things she’d brought from her apartment.
Breakfast was a slightly subdued affair, with the impending separation never mentioned but hanging in the background to dampen their spirits. Eventually Priya broached the subject...
“I’ll take you to the airport, my driver can be here when you need him to be ready.”
“Thanks... that would be nice.”
“I’m going to miss you.”
“I’ll miss you too, but we can arrange to see each other again.”
“Yes, of course,” Priya replied, fearing deep down he’d tire of her quickly once he had returned to Britain.
“I’ve just bought a cottage in Wales,” Damian announced, “its beautiful there, and I’d love to show you around.”
“...That would be wonderful!” She enthused at his suggestion.
“Well let’s do that.”
Suitably cheered up they returned to the room to collect their luggage, with Priya’s bodyguard carrying hers they checked out and made their way to the hotel entrance where Raj and Yasmin met them coming the other way.
“Oh Good!” exclaimed Raj, “We didn’t miss you!”
“We wanted to come to the airport and see you off,” Yasmin explained
“...but we didn’t know which flight you are on, or what time!” Raj continued.
“That’s awfully nice of you,” Damian smiled.
“Not at all...!” Yasmin insisted, “you’re our friend now and I never got chance to thank you for fixing Rattan Singh!”
“Ah, well that was a pleasure!” Damian laughed
“They were magnificent!” Priya cooed and went on to explain in detail as the four made their way out of the hotel and into their waiting cars.
At the airport the mood was sombre, but Raj and Damian tried their best to cheer the girls up.
“We’ll all have to meet up in England!” Raj suggested.
“I was telling Priya earlier that I’ve just bought a cottage in Wales and that she should come for a holiday.”
“We could ALL come!” Raj agreed, earning himself a dig in the ribs from his wife who realised the couple would have preferred time alone.
“Yes, I could show you all around and I am sure there will be romantic opportunities and places for you and Yasmin to spend some time together away from the pressures of work.” Damian replied, coming to Raj’s rescue.
“Not at all,” Priya smiled, “it would be wonderful!”
“That sounds like a plan!” Damian agreed.
“Can passengers for British Airways flight BA4123 please make their way to gate 24 where your flight is due to board!”
“That’s me!” Damian smiled bravely at Priya who looked ready to cry, “I’ll get in touch as soon as I reach Britain and we can start making plans for that vacation!”
“Yes,” Priya agreed.
Unable to kiss in such a public place they hugged, with Raj and Yasmin following suit. Then as Damian started walking towards the boarding section of the airport Raj called out to him.
As the Englishman turned his new friend flanked by the two beautiful women did his mime on his invisible harp, but this time both women shivered as though someone had tickled them, looked at one another knowingly and laughed.
Raj pointed in surprise to Priya and Damian as he realised what he’d done and everyone laughed as Damian slowly made his way out of view.
On board the plane he slumped into his seat by a window and barely noticed the repeated calls for last passengers to board the flight. Then a scruffy man sat next to him and struck up a conversation Damian wasn’t really in a mood to contribute to.
“Are you flying to Britain?” the stranger asked.
Damian nodded, given that it was a non-stop flight to London, he suppressed his irritation by staying quiet.
“I have to hurry back,” Damian’s new friend continued, “I was visiting relatives in India, but my idiot son is so lazy he is ruining my business!”
Damian mustered a sympathetic nod.
“...Oooh,” the man continued, “I’m a bit windy today... Flying always gives me wind!”
Damian turned to the window and winced. This was going to be a long flight.
Then a familiar sounding voice seemed to be causing some commotion behind them.
“I’m terribly sorry,” the voice of a man seemed to be saying rather a lot.
Then the stewardess leaned in to speak to the man sitting next to Damian.
“Excuse me,” she began politely, “We have made a slight error on the bookings for this flight. Would one of you consider an upgrade to first class?”
“Do you mind?” The man asked before Damian had chance to respond. Slightly relieved to be freed of his windy companion he smiled to himself as the stewardess led the annoying man away.
Damian turned back to the window, hoping the new occupant of the seat would at least not be windy.
“Thank you... Thank you!” the familiar sounding newcomer repeated before tapping Damian on the arm, making it impossible to ignore him anymore.
Turning to face his tormentor, his anger was tempered upon seeing a very familiar face.
“Raj!”
“Sorry, Old Man, you’re stuck with me!”
“How... What...?” Damian spluttered with a huge grin on his face.
“It was so hard to keep it secret,” Raj began, “...and we couldn’t all get seats on this flight...” he continued.
“...You mean?” Damian interrupted as he realised what Raj was implying.
“Yes, the girls should arrive in London a few hours after us,” Raj confirmed, “So we’ll have to hang around at the airport a few hours, I’m afraid...”
Damian threw his arms around his friend... Suddenly it wouldn’t be such a bad flight after all!
As the plane took off Damian looked at the country that had made a life changing impression on him slowly getting further and further away, but the adventure was only just beginning.
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