The rush of pleasure hit Amy like a tidal wave, pushing her to the edge of ecstasy in seconds. She was a virgin, her fantasies never venturing beyond fleeting thoughts. No toy, no experience—until now. This electrifying moment was her first, and it was almost too much to bear.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Aurora murmured, her voice a soft caress in Amy's ear as she lifted her head, catching Amy's faint moan.
"Mmm…" Amy nodded, her mind lost in the intoxicating sensation.
Aurora's lips curved into a knowing smile. Without another word, she dipped her head, her tongue tracing slow circles along Anirudh's length. Soft moans spilled from both women, and Amy's hips rocked instinctively. The raw intensity sent Anirudh's pulse pounding. Minutes stretched into eternity until he could take no more. "Aurora, Amy, please… I can't hold out. I need you," he gasped.
Amy's thoughts dissolved into a haze, her body driven by a primal hunger she couldn't name.
"Lie back, Amy. Let this bad boy show you what a man feels like," Aurora whispered. Amy's eyes, clouded with desire, flickered with hesitation. It felt wrong, yet her sister's coaxing and the fire within her won out. She sank onto the bed, the plush mattress vast enough for a crowd, let alone three.
Anirudh, barely restraining himself, climbed toward her. He glanced at Aurora, who warned, "It's her first time. Go easy."
"Promise," Anirudh said with a nod. He gazed at Amy, her legs parted slightly, and eased closer. He'd learned from Aurora not to rush. This was Amy's first; he couldn't be rough. Leaning in, he whispered against her ear, "Amy, I'm here."
"Mmm…" Amy's voice was a faint, dreamy murmur. Her eyes stayed shut, too shy to face the moment. The fire inside her had burned away all reason, leaving only instinct. She knew what was coming and didn't resist.
Her soft response sent a thrill through Anirudh. He brushed his tongue lightly against her earlobe, drawing another moan as her body shifted. He aligned himself carefully.
His size was daunting, and Amy, untouched, was tight. The sensation of him entering made her tremble, her moans rising like she'd been shocked. As he pressed deeper, her body quaked, legs wrapping around his waist, hands clutching his arms.
Anirudh moved with care, kissing her lips to soothe her. One hand propped him up, the other kneaded her breast gently, easing her pain. Aurora's hands roamed Amy's skin, calming her further.
As Amy's tension melted, Anirudh pressed fully inside. Oddly, there was no barrier. No membrane? he thought, but the tight, pulsing warmth erased the question. Each movement sent him soaring.
Amy's pain faded, replaced by a pleasure so fierce it consumed her—a feeling she wanted to flee yet couldn't bear to lose.
Watching them meld together, Aurora felt a spark of her own. A thrilling itch spread through her, her desire flaring. She pressed herself against Anirudh's back, her tongue teasing his ear, her curves rubbing against him, hands gliding over his chest.
Anirudh was in paradise. Amy's shy innocence and Aurora's bold seduction collided, overwhelming him. Held by Aurora, joined with Amy, he felt like a god. Forgetting Aurora's warning, he quickened his rhythm.
The room pulsed with the sound of skin against skin, moans echoing through the villa.
Meanwhile, at Chicago International Airport, a flight from Australia touched down. After 18 hours, most passengers trudged off wearily, but a man in his thirties, sharp in a suit, stepped out with a grin.
He strode through arrivals, where another man waited by a Mercedes.
"Young master," the man said, taking his suitcase.
"My wife?" the suited man asked, sliding into the car.
"You told us not to tell her. She's moved out of the estate."
"Figured. Take me to her villa. Time for a surprise," he said, smirking.
The driver nodded and steered toward the villa where Aurora and Amy were.Lost in the Clouds"