Note: After all the flirty texts, online dates and crying on the phone for the last 2 years of long distance, Amila and Dhruv are finally meeting in her house. Here’s what goes down when two extremely horny people in love can finally touch each other.

A spicy read for your Me-time routine #iykyk

I sprayed on the perfume I wore the first time we did it, wondering if he’d remember. Just then, the doorbell rang. Nerves hit me—I mean, two years of long-distance without meeting? Totally normal. I sprayed the other side and ran to open the door.

There he was, holding my favorite flowers and a single bag.

“Hello, my love,” he said.

I threw myself into his arms, refusing to let go. He chuckled—that deep, familiar sound that made my chest ache—and scooped me up like it was the most natural thing. His cologne, his warmth… I was already melting.

He laid me on the bed, eyes gleaming.

“I’m here now,” he grinned. “Time to pay for all those pics and texts you sent me.

I giggled, shrugging innocently. “You have no idea what I’ve planned for tonight,” I teased.

After drinking water from the fridge—he returned to the room. But I was waiting, hidden behind the door. As soon as he stepped inside, I leapt onto his back, and he caught me instinctively, his laughter filling the room.

Before he could react, I pulled out a scarf and quickly blindfolded him.
“What’s this?” he asked, his voice tinged with amusement.

“Just trust me,” I whispered in his ear. He relaxed, his grip on me loosening as he let himself fall into the moment.

The second his hands were free, I moved swiftly, looping the scarf around his wrists to bind them behind his back. His breath hitched as he realized what I was doing, but the smirk on his lips told me he was enjoying this new side of me. I guided him to the bed, where he sat down obediently.

“You caught me,” he teased, his tone playful.

“That was the plan, my love,” I replied, the nervous excitement in my voice giving me away.

He tried to speak, but I pushed him gently onto the bed, leaning over him.
“From now on,” I said firmly, “you speak only when I tell you to. No sounds, no movements unless permitted.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing.

The sight of him tied up, blindfolded, and obediently waiting on my bed sent a delicious thrill through me. “Our safe word is ‘Purple,’” I whispered. He nodded.

“So, my love, we’re going to play a game,” I began, tracing a finger down his chest. “We’ll test your senses and taste buds.”

“If you speak out of turn, you’ll be punished,” I warned, my voice a soft, sultry command. He nodded, falling silent once more.

I dipped my finger into peanut butter and gently placed it on his lips, letting him taste it as I slid my finger into his mouth. He closed his lips around it, his tongue brushing teasingly against my skin.

“Peanut butter,” he murmured, a playful smile spreading across his face.

“Good boy,” I purred, leaning closer to whisper in his ear. “You deserve a reward.”

I slowly slid his t-shirt over his head, revealing his broad shoulders and the faint lightning-like stretch marks running across his skin—a beautiful testament to his dedication at the gym. 

“For the next round,” I said softly, dipping a finger into jelly, “let’s make it a little more interesting.”

I spread a small dollop onto my elbow and leaned over him, brushing it lightly against his lips. He opened his mouth instinctively, tasting it as I guided his tongue with a subtle movement of my arm.

“Jelly,” he said, his voice low and confident, a hint of hunger in his tone.

“Very good,” I whispered, leaning in to kiss him lightly on the jaw. The way his breath hitched at my touch made my pulse quicken, fueling my anticipation for what was to come.

For the next challenge, I climbed on top of him, balancing on my knees with him beneath me. Leaning forward, I brought my mouth close to his.
“Open your mouth now,” I whispered. “Guess this, darling.”

As his tongue brushed my lips, I felt myself losing control for a moment. Pulling back before things escalated, I asked, “What is it?”

“Jelly,” he answered, his voice tinged with frustration.

I smirked, unbuttoning his jeans and leaning forward to kiss his torso, trailing lower until I held the zipper with my teeth. Slowly, I unzipped his jeans, meeting his gaze as he shifted in anticipation.

“Stay still,” I warned. “Unless you want me to zip them back up.”

He froze, obedient as I slid his jeans off. Returning to my previous position, I leaned forward, this time letting my left nipple graze his lips. His tongue flicked over it, and I moaned softly, pulling back before he could latch onto me.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Chocolate,” he replied, his voice strained.

I could tell he was getting impatient. His arousal was evident, and the frustration was etched across his face.

“You know how I felt these past two months,” I teased, watching as he laughed in exasperation.

“I want you so bad right now,” he admitted. “Please.”

His plea sent a thrill through me, but I wasn’t ready to give in just yet.
“Shut up,” I ordered. “Open your mouth and stay still. Don’t move, or you’ll regret it.”

He obeyed, his face now between my thighs as I straddled him, squatting just enough to test his limits.

He opened his mouth to taste the next item—but the second his tongue met my skin, he froze. The surprise flashed across his face. He clearly hadn’t expected it to be me. My V.

And just like that, he lost it.

Funnily enough, I didn’t stop him.

He aggressively untied his hands and grabbed my thighs, holding me in place so I couldn’t move. I surrendered—right then, right there.

But that was just the beginning.

He started licking me slowly, deliberately. His tongue traced every curve, every crease, leaving little bite marks on my inner thighs. He sucked on my clit so hard I screamed a little, certain I was about to cum. Seeing me all edged up, he stopped. I could feel his smug grin pressed against my thighs.

I closed my eyes, trying to mentally retrace every move of his tongue. “Don’t stop,” I begged. “Please. I can’t play this game anymore.”

That was when he flipped me over and grabbed the same scarf, tying my wrists behind my back.

“I know, baby,” he murmured, “but actions have consequences.” He punctuated it with a teasing pinch on my nipples.

I sighed as he kissed my neck—aggressive, hungry—his fingers still playing with my breasts.

“Please fuck me already,” I groaned, tugging on his hair and pulling him away from my neck.

To my surprise, he smirked. “I’ve been waiting for you to say that. And because I’m a good guy, I’m gonna do exactly what my lady says.” He winked as he slid on a condom.

Crawling back onto the bed, he kissed every inch of my body. As he hovered above me, he whispered, “I love you. I missed you so much. I’ve been craving you. And now you’re finally here—under me—exactly how I dreamed.”

“I feel the same,” I whispered in his ear. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long. I want to feel you inside me.”

He untied my hands—I needed to hold him as he slipped in.

He reached for the lube bottle beside the bed, lathered his length with it, and poured some onto me as he whispered everything he was about to do. It made me wetter. Frustrated with how slow he was going, I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, pulling him closer.

He slid inside me, slowly—so slowly I could feel every inch of him. My hands gripped his back, nails digging into his skin as my body arched. I moaned, breathless, as he started to move.

Up… down… up… down.

Each thrust made me feel like my soul was leaving my body.

He pulled my hair gently, his teeth grazing my nipples as he pushed deeper inside me.

I screamed. “Ahhh! Aaahhhhhh! Fuck—please, faster!”

But once he took control, there was no rushing him.

Every movement was calculated. He watched my body—every twitch, every breath—and every time I got close to cumming, he stopped.

Not this time.

I grabbed him by the neck and sucked hard on the skin just below his jaw, leaving a deep, red mark. “Can you stop your game and fuck me for real now?” I demanded.

His eyes darkened with lust. Without a word, he reached down and started rubbing my clit while thrusting harder—faster with every stroke.

“Moan for me,” I whispered, dragging my nails down his back.

Our moans started syncing, deep and guttural. His movements became urgent. He looked into my eyes and wrapped both arms around me. I felt like a little doll tangled up in his body.

“Cum together?” he whispered.

“Yes… yes,” I gasped. “I’m gonna cum… please, fuck me—more!”

He slammed into me harder, faster, relentless.

And then—we both exploded. Our moans filled the room as we came together. My body collapsed onto his, shaking, stars dancing behind my eyes. He kept whispering my name as we lay tangled in each other.

“Don’t pull out yet,” I whispered.

He stayed inside me, shifting us gently so I was lying on top of him. We cuddled like that, breathless, hearts pounding, his softening length still inside me.

“So… what’s next?” I asked, a mischievous glint in my eye.

“Roleplay,” he said with a grin.

We both burst out laughing as I rolled off him and flopped onto the bed beside him.

About the Author: 

Vanshika Gaur(She/Her) is a cosmologist in her dreams, a lover of her mother’s recipes, and can often be found cruising around India Gate on a Yulu. She’s passionate about writing that helps women feel empowered and informed about their bodies and relationships—because owning your story is the sassiest thing you can do. Occasionally, you might even spot her hand modeling for That Sassy Thing, but mostly, she’s just here to keep it real and relatable.