how good it can be.”
She continued to stroke him, her fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles that sent shivers down his spine. Arjun’s moans grew louder, more desperate, as the pleasure built inside him. He could feel himself tightening around her fingers, his body trembling on the edge of release.
“Come for me,” Priya commanded, her voice firm but gentle. “Let go.”
Arjun cried out as the orgasm hit him, his body convulsing with pleasure as waves of ecstasy crashed over him. Priya held him through it, her fingers still moving inside him, drawing out every last shuddering gasp.
When it was over, Arjun collapsed against her, his body spent but humming with satisfaction. Priya smiled down at him, her eyes gleaming with pride. “You’re ready,” she said softly. “Now go and make Sharma’s son fall in love with you.”