Indian Erotic Story: Tara Takes Vihaan's Hard Cock Deep All Night in the Goa Beach House

Tara pushed Vihaan onto the bed before he could finish his sentence, and the Indian erotic story of that Goa night began with her mouth on his and her knees pressing hard into the mattress on either side of his hips. His hands were still full of the door handle he had just fixed, and the metal clattered onto the wooden floor when she pulled him down by the front of his shirt. She kissed him like she had already decided everything, deep and hungry, and he answered with a low sound in his throat that made her laugh against his lips.

Vihaan had come only to drop off groceries and fix the jammed bedroom door of the beach house Tara had rented for a week. He was thirty one, broad shouldered from years of carrying crates and fixing roofs in the heat, and his cotton shirt was damp at the back from the short ride on his bike. Tara was twenty six, barefoot in a loose cotton dress, her hair still damp from a late swim, and she had been alone in the house for three days. She had watched his forearms while he worked on the lock, watched the way his fingers handled the tools, and she had stopped pretending that she was only being polite.

"You talk too much," Tara whispered, and she bit his lower lip lightly before kissing him again while Vihaan tried to say something about the door and the latch, but she pressed a finger to his mouth and shook her head. "The door works now, so stay," she said, and he looked up at her with dark eyes while his hands found her waist and pulled her closer until she could feel exactly how hard he already was through his trousers.

Tara slid off him just long enough to pull her dress over her head and drop it on the floor, and she wore nothing under it while Vihaan stared openly at her breasts, at the curve of her waist, and at the dark hair between her thighs. "Fuck," he breathed, and the word sounded rough and honest while she climbed back onto the bed and straddled him again, this time with her bare skin against his shirt, and she rubbed herself slowly over the hard shape of his cock through the cloth. He groaned and gripped her hips, guiding her, and she leaned forward to kiss his neck and bite the skin just below his jaw.

Vihaan sat up and pulled his shirt off in one fast motion, and Tara ran her hands over his chest, over the light hair there, over the muscles that tightened under her palms. She pushed him back down and kissed her way down his stomach, tasting salt and sweat on his skin, until she reached the waistband of his trousers. She unbuttoned them slowly, watching his face, and when she freed his cock it stood thick and hard and already wet at the tip. She wrapped her fingers around it and stroked once, slowly, and his whole body tensed under her.

"Tara," he said, his voice strained, and she smiled and took him into her mouth. She sucked him deep, her tongue working along the underside, her hand moving in rhythm with her mouth, and Vihaan fisted the bedsheet and swore under his breath. She loved the sounds he made, the way he tried to stay still and failed, the way his hips lifted toward her mouth without his permission. She took him deeper until her eyes watered, then pulled back and licked the tip again, teasing him, making him beg with his eyes.

She climbed up his body and positioned herself over him, holding his cock steady with one hand while she lowered herself onto it inch by inch. Her pussy was already soaking wet, and he slid into her with a slow, tight stretch that made them both gasp. Tara threw her head back and moaned, loud and unashamed, as she took all of him inside her. Vihaan held her hips and thrust up into her, meeting her halfway, and she started to ride him with long, deep strokes that made the bed creak under them.

The rhythm built fast as Tara rode him hard, her breasts bouncing with every movement, her hands pressed flat against his chest for balance. Vihaan reached up and squeezed her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers, and she cried out and rode him even harder. He thrust up into her again and again, his cock driving deep into her pussy, and the wet sounds of their bodies filled the room along with her moans and his rough breathing. She could feel her climax building, a tight heat low in her belly, and she chased it without slowing down.

"I am going to come," Tara gasped, and Vihaan grabbed her waist and drove into her with short, hard thrusts that pushed her straight over the edge. Her pussy clenched hard around his cock and she screamed his name as pleasure tore through her, her body shaking above him. The sight and feel of her coming undid him completely. He thrust deep one last time and came inside her with a loud groan, his cock pulsing as he filled her, his arms wrapping tight around her back to hold her against him while they both shuddered.

They lay tangled together for a long time, breathing hard, her head on his chest and his cock still softening inside her, while the sea sounded faint through the open window and the fan turned slowly above them. Tara traced lazy circles on his skin with one finger and smiled when she felt him stir again. "You were supposed to leave an hour ago," she said softly, and Vihaan laughed and kissed the top of her head. "The door is fixed, so I have no excuse left," he said.

But neither of them moved to get up, and Tara kissed his chest, then his stomach, then lower, while Vihaan watched her with hungry eyes as she took his cock into her mouth again. He was already hardening under her tongue, and she sucked him with slow, deliberate pulls until he was fully hard and throbbing, and this time she did not tease him for long. She turned around on the bed, presenting herself to him, her knees spread wide, her wet pussy open and glistening in the lamplight, and she said over her shoulder, "Take me like this."

Vihaan moved behind her and gripped her hips, positioning his cock at her entrance, and he pushed into her from behind in one deep stroke while Tara moaned and arched her back, pushing back against him. He set a hard, fast rhythm, his hands holding her steady, his cock plunging deep into her pussy with every thrust, while she reached back and grabbed his thigh, urging him on, and the bed shook with the force of it. He leaned over her back and kissed her shoulder, then bit it gently, and she cried out and pushed back harder to meet him.

He pulled her hair lightly, just enough to lift her head, and whispered filthy words in her ear about how wet she was and how good she felt around him. Tara answered with moans and with her own dirty talk, telling him to fuck her harder, telling him not to stop. He obeyed, driving into her faster, his balls slapping against her with every stroke, until her second climax hit her even harder than the first. Her whole body tightened and she screamed into the pillow, her pussy gripping his cock in pulsing waves.

Vihaan pulled out just as she came, and Tara turned quickly and took him into her mouth, sucking him hard and fast while he groaned above her. He came in her mouth with a shout, his hands in her hair, and she swallowed everything, licking him clean with slow strokes of her tongue. He collapsed beside her, spent and laughing, and she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and grinned at him like a woman who had gotten exactly what she wanted.

Later, after they had showered together under the cold water and eaten the fruit he had brought in the grocery bag, Tara led him out to the small balcony that faced the beach. The night air was warm and smelled of salt and wet sand, and the sound of the waves was steady below them. She wore only his shirt, unbuttoned, and he wore only his trousers, and they stood close together looking at the dark water. Vihaan put his arm around her waist and pulled her against his side, and she leaned her head on his shoulder.

"You are trouble," Vihaan said quietly, and Tara laughed and turned in his arms to face him. She kissed him slowly this time, soft and deep, her hands sliding under his shirt to rest on his bare back. The kiss grew hungry again, as it always seemed to do between them, and she backed him against the balcony railing and pressed her body to his. She could feel him growing hard again against her hip, and she smiled into the kiss and slipped her hand into his trousers to wrap her fingers around his cock.

Vihaan lifted her onto the railing, careful and strong, and Tara wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him close. He pushed his trousers down just enough to free himself, and she guided his cock to her pussy and sank down onto him with a soft moan. Out there under the open sky, with the sea below and the warm wind on their bare skin, they moved together slowly at first, then faster, her legs locked around him and her arms around his neck. She kissed his throat and whispered his name again and again.

He held her tight, his cock thrusting deep inside her, and Tara rode him there on the railing, her body rising and falling, her moans mixing with the sound of the waves. When her climax came this time it was slow and rolling, a deep wave that made her cling to him and bury her face in his neck. Vihaan followed a moment later, groaning as he came inside her again, his forehead pressed to hers, both of them breathless and laughing softly in the dark. He held her there until her legs stopped shaking, then carried her back inside.

Back in bed, Tara curled against Vihaan under the thin sheet, her leg thrown over his hip and her hand resting on his chest, while he was already half asleep, his breathing slow and even, and she watched his face in the lamplight for a while before closing her eyes. "Stay till morning," she whispered, even though she knew he was already asleep, and Vihaan mumbled something that sounded like yes while his arm tightened around her. Tara smiled in the dark and whispered, "Good, because I am not done with you yet."