You started talking,
And I couldn’t take it.
Not because your voice wasn’t sweet but because I needed silence.
Not emptiness, the kind of silence where your body does the speaking.
Where your eyes scream louder than your throat ever could.
So I pressed my palm over your mouth,
Felt the surprise hit your lungs.
Your gaze froze, wide and helpless then something shifted.
You melted into my grip like you’ve been waiting for it your whole life.
That look, that was the trigger.
The one where your pupils dilate, lips part against my skin and your thighs twitch from the need you try to hide.
My other hand slid under your saree,
Slow, Heavy.
I didn’t tease- I claimed.
Your breath broke into pieces,
Your body begged without a sound.
You moaned behind my hand, twisted your hips forward, searching for my fingers.
And when I gave them to you…
you were already soaked, swollen, shaking.
Still silent.
Still mine.
You started grinding against me desperate, filthy, beautiful.
Your thighs locked around my wrist, breath wild behind my hand, eyes begging me not to stop,
And I didn’t.
You convulsed on my hand hard, raw, ruined.
Your body gave out before your sound ever could.
And I didn’t let go.
I held your mouth until the last tremor passed, until your soul surrendered.
Then I leaned in, lips brushing your temple and whispered low, deep, dark:
“That’s what silence tastes like when you’re mine.”
And I couldn’t take it.
Not because your voice wasn’t sweet but because I needed silence.
Not emptiness, the kind of silence where your body does the speaking.
Where your eyes scream louder than your throat ever could.
So I pressed my palm over your mouth,
Felt the surprise hit your lungs.
Your gaze froze, wide and helpless then something shifted.
You melted into my grip like you’ve been waiting for it your whole life.
That look, that was the trigger.
The one where your pupils dilate, lips part against my skin and your thighs twitch from the need you try to hide.
My other hand slid under your saree,
Slow, Heavy.
I didn’t tease- I claimed.
Your breath broke into pieces,
Your body begged without a sound.
You moaned behind my hand, twisted your hips forward, searching for my fingers.
And when I gave them to you…
you were already soaked, swollen, shaking.
Still silent.
Still mine.
You started grinding against me desperate, filthy, beautiful.
Your thighs locked around my wrist, breath wild behind my hand, eyes begging me not to stop,
And I didn’t.
You convulsed on my hand hard, raw, ruined.
Your body gave out before your sound ever could.
And I didn’t let go.
I held your mouth until the last tremor passed, until your soul surrendered.
Then I leaned in, lips brushing your temple and whispered low, deep, dark:
“That’s what silence tastes like when you’re mine.”
