The Night I Lost My Innocence

She stretched out her arm, and I grabbed it, pulling her onto the bed. I kissed her lips, and she responded by running her fingers through my hair, deepening the kiss. I then gently pressed my hand against her breast, and she shivered, arching her back. “Oh Raj,” she gasped, “What are you doing?”

I ripped off my shirt, revealing my bare chest. The room was dimly lit, casting a romantic glow. It felt like a scene from a wedding night. I wanted to take off her suit, but she held my hand, blushing.

“Raj,” she whispered, “I’m shy.”

Undeterred, I continued kissing her, moving down to her breasts, then her thighs, finally reaching for her clitoris with my thumb. She moaned, a sound that sent shivers down my spine.

She wrapped her legs around mine, and I lifted her hand, tracing the outline of her areola. She writhed beneath me, her moans growing louder. “Raj,” she breathed, “This feels so good.”

I slowly unbuttoned her pants, taking a deep breath in to savor the intoxicating scent that emanated from her. It was heady, almost overwhelming.