**”Fucking My Fiancée”**

Nandini and I had been dating for years before I finally got down on one knee. She said yes in that breathless, teary-eyed way that made my chest tighten. Now, with the wedding just a few months away, every touch between us felt electric, like we were rediscovering each other all over again.

Tonight, we decided to make it slow, romantic—just us, the dim glow of candlelight, and the way her dark eyes caught the fire when she looked at me. We’d already had dinner, laughing and stealing kisses like teenagers. But now, as we stood in our bedroom, the air was thick with need.

I pulled her close, my hands sliding under her thin silk dress, tracing the curve of her waist. She shuddered as my fingers brushed the lace edge of her panties. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmured against her neck, sucking lightly at the delicate skin there.

Nandini sighed, arching into me, her fingers tangling in my hair. “Touch me, Manik,” she whispered, already breathless. “I need you.”

I didn’t make her wait. My hands roamed up her thighs, pushing the dress higher until I could hook my fingers into her panties and drag them down. She stepped out of them, kicking them aside, and then I was kneeling in front of her, my breath hot against her inner thighs.

Her pussy was already glistening, the scent of her arousal thick in the air. I pressed my mouth to her, licking a slow stripe from her entrance to her clit. She gasped, her hips jerking forward. “Fuck,” she moaned, her hands tightening in my hair.

I buried my face between her legs, eating her out like I was starving for her. My tongue worked her clit in firm circles before plunging into her, fucking her with my mouth. She writhed above me, her thighs trembling as she got closer. “I’m gonna come,” she warned, her voice shaky.

I sucked her clit hard, and she came with a sharp cry, her body shuddering as she gripped my shoulders for balance. I didn’t let up until she was panting, her legs weak.

Before she could recover, I stood and kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on my lips. She moaned into my mouth, her hands already tugging at my belt. “Your turn,” she murmured, pushing my pants down until my cock sprang free, already hard and aching.

Nandini dropped to her knees, wasting no time before taking me into her mouth. Her lips wrapped around me, warm and wet, her tongue swirling just under the head. I groaned, my hands tightening in her hair as she sucked me off, bobbing her head, taking me deeper.

“Shit, baby,” I hissed, my hips jerking involuntarily. She took it like a champ, letting me fuck her mouth until I was throbbing.

But I wanted more. I pulled her up, turning her toward the bed. “Bend over,” I growled, giving her ass a light smack. She obeyed instantly, her perfect round ass on display, her pussy wet and ready.

I rubbed the head of my cock against her, teasing her, before sliding in with one deep thrust. She cried out, arching her back as I filled her completely. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” I groaned, grabbing her hips and pulling her back onto me.

I fucked her hard, each thrust making her whimper. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, the bed creaking beneath us. Nandini reached back, gripping my thigh, urging me deeper. “Right there,” she begged, her voice broken. “Don’t stop.”

I could feel her clenching around me, getting close again. I reached around, rubbing her clit in quick circles, and she came with a loud moan, her pussy squeezing me like a vice. That was all it took—I pounded into her one last time before my orgasm ripped through me, filling her with every last drop.

I collapsed onto her, both of us panting, sweat-slick and spent. When I finally pulled out, Nandini turned to face me, kissing me lazily. “We should do this every night till the wedding,” she murmured.

I grinned. “Deal.”