Rajveer's cock was still hard, standing tall and proud, a testament to his desire for me. Meera couldn't resist the temptation any longer. She reached down, wrapping her delicate hand around his thickness, stroking him slowly. "Rajveer, my love," she whispered, "I need you."

Without a word, she led him to the shower, her eyes never leaving his. She turned to Randheer.

" I have a show for you my love. Enjoy!"

The shower's cool spray hit us as soon as we entered, the water droplets caressing our skin like a lover's tender kiss. It was a stark contrast to the heat that still smoldered between us, a refreshing reprieve from the intensity of our earlier encounter.

"Can you make me moan like a bitch?" Meera whispered in Rajveer's ear, her voice a siren's call that sent a shiver down his spine. He grinned wolfishly, his eyes dark with desire as he spun her around, pushing her against the cold tiles. He kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, making her gasp.

With a feral growl, he yanked her back onto his cock, impaling her on his length with one swift motion. Meera's nails scraped down his chest, leaving red trails in their wake, as she cried out with the mix of pleasure and pain that only he could give her. "Fuck yes, look he is looking at your cock disappearing in me." she breathed, her hips rolling back to meet his thrusts.

Randheer watched while sitting inside the tub, his eyes hooded with desire. Meera's order had only served to stoke the fire that burned within him. He knew that she liked to watch, to be the center of their attention, and he was more than willing to put on a show.

He was about to stood up, but Meera motioned him to sit down. Allowing Rajveer to fulfill his desire first.

The sight of them together, Meera's body bent over as Rajveer took her from behind, was almost too much to bear. His cock was rock-hard again, demanding attention.

Meera looked over her shoulder, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Your turn," she panted, her voice hoarse from screaming.

Randheer stepped out of the tub, his muscles rippling with the effort of containing his need. He grabbed Meera by the waist, pulling her away from Rajveer's cock with a wet pop. He turned her around to face the full-length mirror that took up one wall of the bathroom, the steam from the shower fogging up the glass slightly. "Look at yourself," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "You're so beautiful, so full of passion."

Her eyes met his in the reflection, the desire in his gaze making her knees weak. She watched as he positioned himself behind her, his thick cock pressing against her still-sensitive pussy. "I want you to watch," he whispered looking at Rajveer and Meera. "I want you to see how much I need you."

With that, he pushed inside her, filling her up once again. Meera's eyes went wide with pleasure as she felt him stretch her open. His movements were slow and deliberate, his cock moving in and out of her with a steady rhythm that had her panting. She could feel her orgasm building again, the tension in her body tightening with every stroke.

Rajveer watched us, his hand moving to stroke his own erection. The sight of him, standing there with his cock in hand, was almost too much to handle. I reached back, my hand finding Randheer's cheek. "Let him come," I whispered, my voice shaky with need.

With a nod, Randheer pulled out of me, his cock glistening with our combined arousal. He stepped aside, allowing Rajveer to take his place. The water cascaded down his body, making his muscles look like they were carved from marble. He reached for me, his hand sliding down my soaked body until he found my pussy, his fingers sliding in easily. "My pussy is crying for your attention Veer..." she murmured, his eyes on my reflection in the mirror.

I watched as he positioned himself, the head of his cock nudging against my entrance. I took a deep breath, my body taut with anticipation. "Do it," I whispered, my voice a hoarse plea. "I want to feel you release inside me."

Rajveer didn't need any further encouragement. With a roar of pure, unbridled desire, he slammed into me, his cock filling me too deep. I screamed, my back arching as the pleasure shot through me like a bolt of lightning. The mirror reflected the scene, a tableau of passion and lust that was almost too much to take in.

"Make me yours... fuck," I panted, my words a mix of demand and desperate need. "Claim me, fill me with your seed."

Rajveer's eyes blazed with a primal hunger as he took my words to heart. His strokes grew deeper, his cock plunging into me with a ferocity that sent waves of pleasure crashing over me. His hands roamed my body, claiming every inch of me, as if he was branding me as his own. "You're mine, Meera," he groaned, his voice low and possessive. "Only mine."

The words sent a thrill through me, my pussy tightening around his cock. I could feel my orgasm approaching, a fiery crescendo that promised to consume me completely. "Yes, I'm yours," I moaned, my voice barely recognizable as my own. "Both of you."

Randheer stepped closer, his hand wrapping around his own cock, stroking it in time with Rajveer's thrusts. "We'll never let you go," he promised, his voice low and intense. "You're ours, Meera. Our wife."

The words sent a thrill through me, and I knew that this was what I had been searching for. A love that was all-consuming, a passion that would never wane. I leaned back against the cool tiles, my breasts bouncing with each powerful thrust as Rajveer claimed me. The water continued to spray around us, mixing with our sweat and moans, creating a symphony of pleasure that washed away any doubts or fears I had ever had.

"Then use me every night," I murmured, the words barely audible over the sound of the shower. "I just need you to fuck me, every day and night. I want Rome without clothes in front if you. I just want that freedom to be naked in whenever I see you two."

Their eyes met in the mirror, a silent agreement passing between them. They knew what I needed, what I craved. It was more than just the physical release; it was the possession, the claiming of my body and soul by the two men I had vowed to love and cherish.

Rajveer's strokes grew more powerful, his cock hitting that spot inside me that had me seeing stars. My legs trembled, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. "Harder," I begged, my voice a whimper. "Please, harder."

He obliged, his hips slamming into me with a force that had me gasping for breath. The sound of our bodies slapping together was almost drowned out by the roar of the water, the steam billowing around us as we moved in perfect sync.

Randheer stepped closer, his cock jutting out, demanding attention. He took my hand and placed it on him, guiding me to stroke him in time with Rajveer's thrusts. The sight of his brother's cock disappearing into me was too much for him, and with a low groan, he spilled his seed onto my hand, the warmth of it making me shiver.

The feeling of his release only served to heighten my own, and with a scream that echoed through the bathroom, I came, my body shaking with the intensity of it. My pussy clamped down on Rajveer's cock, milking him for every last drop. He followed suit, his body tensing before he too spilled inside me, his roar of pleasure mingling with mine.

For a moment, we all just stood there, panting and spent, the water raining down on us, mixing with our juices. Then, with a gentle smile, Rajveer pulled out of me, his cock still semi-hard and glistening. He kissed my neck, his touch tender in the aftermath of our passion. "Your wish is our command, Meera," he murmured, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror.

They helped me out of the shower, wrapping me in a warm, fluffy towel. Randheer scooped me into his arms, carrying me back to the bedroom where our luggage lay open on the bed. "Where are we going?" I whispered, my voice still shaky with the aftershocks of pleasure.

"Somewhere your fantasies can be full filled," Randheer said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Where we can truly make this everything come true you've ever dreamed of."

The thought of a secret honeymoon, just the three of us, filled me with excitement and I was wet again. I could already picture the days of endless passion, our bodies tangled together as we explored every inch of each other.