"I need a shower," Meera whispered, her voice hoarse from the passionate cries that had filled the room. Her skin was sticky with sweat, her body feeling both exhausted and alive with energy. Randheer chuckled, the sound reverberating through his chest, and kissed her deeply before pulling out of her.
The two of them stumbled to the en suite bathroom, their limbs entwined and their bodies still humming with desire. The cool tiles felt like heaven against their fevered skin as they made their way to the large, marble shower. The water was already running, the steam billowing out to greet them.
Randheer stepped in first, the water cascading over his broad shoulders and down his muscled back. He held out a hand to help Meera in, his eyes never leaving hers as she stepped under the spray. The water washed away the evidence of their passion, their mingled fluids swirling down the drain in a dance of erotic memories.
Meera reached for the soap, lathering it in her palms before sliding them over his chest, the bubbles trailing down his abs and coating his cock. It was still half-hard, a testament to his unyielding desire for her. He groaned as she stroked him gently, the soap making his skin slick and sensitive.
Her own body was alight with sensation, her skin tingling as the water washed away the last of their passion. She leaned into him, her breasts pressing against his chest as she kissed him, their tongues tangling in a dance of love and hunger. The soap slipped between them, making their skin glide together as they kissed.
Randheer's hands roamed her body, his fingers tracing the curves of her hips and the indent of her waist. He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pinned her against the cool marble wall. The contrast of the cool stone and the hot water was a delicious shock to her system.
He kissed her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below her ear. "I want to feel you again," he murmured, his voice a deep rumble that sent a thrill through her. Meera's eyes fluttered shut as he positioned his cock at her entrance, pushing into her inch by inch.
The water sluiced over them, mixing with their passion as they moved in a slow, sensual dance. The steam billowed around them, obscuring the edges of the room, leaving only the two of them in their own private sanctuary of desire. Meera's hands found their way to his ass, her nails digging in as she urged him deeper.
Randheer complied, his hips moving with a deliberate, rhythmic force that had her gasping and clinging to him. The water streamed down her back, creating rivulets that traced the curves of her body, emphasizing the eroticism of their union. She could feel his heart beating against hers, a testament to the love that fueled their desire.
Meera's hands moved from his ass to his shoulders, her nails digging in as she pushed back against him, her hips rocking in a silent plea for more. He obliged, his strokes growing stronger, his cock plunging deeper. The water muffled the sounds of their love making, creating an intimate cocoon of steam and passion.
Her eyes found his, the intensity in them leaving no doubt about her need. Randheer's gaze was equally fiery, his eyes dark with desire as he watched her face contort with pleasure. He could feel her tightening around him, her inner muscles clenching in anticipation of another climax. He quickened his pace, his movements punctuated by the slap of wet skin on skin.
The steam in the shower thickened, wrapping around them like a warm embrace, as their passion grew more frenzied. Meera's breath came in short, sharp gasps, her body moving in perfect sync with his, their hearts racing together. The water sluiced over their tangled limbs, mingling with their sweat and creating a slippery dance of love.
Her eyes never left his, and in their depths, he could see the reflection of his own desire, the need that was consuming them both. His hands found her hips, his grip firm as he guided her movements, pushing her down onto him with an urgency that had her moaning.
Meera's breasts were pressed against his chest, her hardened nipples grazing his skin with every movement. She could feel the water droplets on her skin, mixing with the sweat that beaded along her body, creating a delicious friction that had her squirming with pleasure. Randheer's chest was a wall of heat against her, his heart thundering a rhythm that matched their love making.
The water beat down on them like a drum, setting the pace for their dance of desire. Meera's head fell back against the cool marble, her mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy as another orgasm built within her. Her eyes squeezed shut, her body tightening around him, her muscles contracting in a symphony of pleasure.
Randheer could feel her pussy pulsing around his cock, the walls tightening as she approached climax. He groaned, his own release hovering just out of reach. He didn't want it to end, wanted to savor every second of this beautiful agony. But the need was too great, and with one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her to the hilt.
"I will make sure you are pregnant on this honeymoon," he growled, his voice a mix of passion and determination. The words sent a thrill through Meera, and she tightened her grip on his shoulders, her eyes meeting his with a mix of amusement and desire.
Her chuckle was low and throaty, a sound that only served to stoke the fire in his eyes. "Is that a promise, my love?" she teased, her hips grinding down onto him in a slow, deliberate motion that had his cock pulsing with need.
"Consider it a vow," he said, his voice thick with desire. His hands tightened on her hips, guiding her in a rhythm that had them both gasping. The water rained down on them, beads of it rolling down their skin like a caress from the gods themselves.
Meera chuckled, the sound rich and full, a beautiful contrast to the guttural moans that filled the air. Her eyes sparkled with mischief and love as she leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. "If that's what you wish, my love," she whispered, her voice a siren's call that sent a shiver down his spine.
Randheer's eyes blazed with a fierce hunger as he claimed her mouth once more, his tongue delving deep as his hips thrust upward, driving into her with a force that had her nails digging into his skin. The water sluiced over them, a warm embrace that heightened the sensation of their bodies sliding together.

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