It was past 12 in the noon when Rohit came to my house to cover me up with those artificial colors we play with on Holi. When I answered the door, he was already there. Bathed in multiple liquid colors that painted his white t-shirt into an attractive rainbow hue. I almost didn't recognize him and was about to close the door on his face. He pushed it open with his strong arms and reached out to my face with glossy red colors on his hands.
"Happy Holi!"
He cheered, but I was annoyed. "Now I have to wait days for this color to leave my skin." I thought to myself.
"I told you I'm not playing this year!" I wailed at him and went to see my face in the mirror. I didn't like the view. I never liked playing Holi even when I was a kid. These colors scared me and I felt like I was losing the usual glow of my skin to these chemicals.
"Hey, relax. Everyone's playing," he tried his best to alleviate my anger with all the possible excuses you can think of right now.
And then he said, "let's go outside."
I glared at him and sat down on a chair across his tall standing figure. I noticed that even with all those colors, he still managed to look handsome. A half part of his face was painted in a deep blue color while the other part was covered with red.
His long black lashes cast a shadow on his newly colored face, while his red (now blue) thin lips were curled into a mischievous smile.
Oh, I knew what that smile meant.
"What are you thinking?" I asked suspiciously.
"Let's play. It's our first Holi, na Riya?" He pouted and I was nothing but annoyed.
Though cute, he was pretty annoying.
"No, I'm not going." I stood with an intention to ignore him and excuse myself to my room so that I could wash my face and read for sometimes until my parents get home from my aunties house. But Rohit's long arms stopped me on the way and enveloped me in a tight breathtaking hug.
"I'm not going without you," he whispered, there was a slight magnetism in his voice that could make you wanna strip naked. Though I was defending myself with my arms against my chest, deep down I knew how weak I was in my knees.
"What do you want?" the tone of my voice confirmed how I was feeling by being engulfed with the heat of his body and those strong muscles.
He brought his face close to mine with heavy breathing and a thudding heartbeat resounding through the colored shirt. In a heartbeat, time stopped and we were busy exploring each other's mouth. Our tongues were battling with each other and lips absorbing the taste of our saliva. The taste of his lips was bitter and full of chemicals, but that didn't stop me from feeling what I already started to feel between my thighs. Unknowingly, my fingers joined his head, stroking, and pulling on his hair.
Pulling out of my lips he whispered, "are you horny, barbie doll?"
His shining dark eyes rested on my lips, watching the way I form words with a desperate attempt to cover up my sexual desires.
"What if I am? Would you still play?" I stared at him, running my fingers through the hairline on his neck.
"I will play," he explained, "just with every part of your body."
I took a moment to register what he meant and a moment later he took off my top at lightning speed. He covered my tits, cupping, and squeezing them with his expert hands. His tongue touched my ear lobe, tracing, and tasting every bit of my naked skin.
I moaned in delight as his fingers flipped on my nipples, teasing and pinching them imperceptibly whenever he wished. At that moment, I would do anything he'd ask me to do. Even if he wanted me to play Holi with him and get covered in colors, I would accept his request. Because I wildly wanted to get over with the sensation I was feeling in the bottom of my stomach.
I wanted his hard and pulsating cock right in the pool of my moisture and I would do anything for him to swim in the ocean of cum inside my body. I would do anything for an orgasm.
He pressed his masculine body against my perky boobs, effectively occupying every bit of my skin. I felt the soft fabric of his shirt on my rock-hard nipples and they screamed for the attention of his mouth.
With one smooth motion, he pulled my hair back and engulfed the skin of my neck with his hungry mouth. Licking and nibbling, building an extreme appetite in my pussy. His hands trailed down through the exposed skin of my back, causing me to shiver in a familiar electric shock. An absolutely sensual shock.
My moanings have become louder, breathing heavier. I pulled off his shirt over his head and threw it off in the ground below. Now we were both half-naked. Standing on the cold tiled floor with our bare feet and smooching each other. Hands traveling each other's body, sometimes his stopping at the curves in my back, sometimes at the most sensitive areas of my anatomy. And my hands flying off in the air, momentarily grabbing him in me, letting his mouth fall on my chest and I watched him licking and sucking on my aching nipples.
My hands retired to his throbbing cock, I touched his boneless muscle through his tight jeans, frantically undoing his fly and grabbing what's mine between my palms.
