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The Wedding Night
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He walked in his dim lit, well decorated Chamber after ending all the formal meetings that had followed after the Coronation.
It was rare in history, that a single dynasty would have two full fledged rulers. The Western side would be ruled by Shehenshah Aman Khan and Eastern side by Samrat Arnav Singh.
But the irony was that in all this, it was the second day after their marriage, and he barely got time to spend with his newly wedded wife!
And now when he entered inside his larger than life Chamber, he could see her few feet away, already dozed off in deep slumber, a heavenly nymph in red and gold, her body curled to her right side in half sitting half lying position, her head barely on the pillow, with her palms supporting her sleeping face.
Arnav walked across the room, after closing the door properly, with a gift box in his hand, reaching the vast bed which was adorned with flowers and candles, specially for their wedding night which they had not celebrated yet.
And she must be waiting for him, before giving in to her bodily tiredness. Only if he were a bit early!
But...it would all go waste tonight, as Arnav had no heart to disturb the sleeping beauty. He would rather enjoy her breathtaking prettiness, her sixteen Singars just for him, which she had done, totally unaware of her effect on him.
Keeping the gift on the dressing table, he kept his knee on the edge of bed, before slowly leaning down on his wife, observing her soft breaths and how her bosoms raised and fell rhythmically.
Dusting the footwear off his feet, he crawled towards her, balancing his body on his both hands, as he trapped her by keeping his palms either side of her sleeping form, hovering over her, feeling relaxed, breathing in her space as her sweet smell lingered in air.
Only if she had been awake he could have satiated himself, by sucking all the sweetness from her.
Getting on her left side, he lied down beside her, having her back to his front spooning her with his hard body, pulling her softness close, snuggling in the crook of neck.
He waited as she stirred in sleep, before she went comfortable in his hold. She was used to his touches, specially after months of him sneaking in her bed stealthily. It was homecoming.
His left hand rose automatically to her, as his knuckles caressed her soft, satin smooth face. Tonight he had all rights on her, with no fear of being caught. She was his tonight, in all senses.
Slowly her veil was slipped down by him, revealing her hair bun, as he sniffed the jasmines, tucked in their. The smell was more enchanting and fragrant than any drug available in the world and he could keep himself buried in it for the whole night.
Loosening the knot, he undid her long luscious hair, happy to play with her loose tendrils. She had always this natural shade of dark brown, which would tumble over her shoulders and he would like to just bunch them in his fist while kissing her senselessly, drowning in her delicious mouth.
His hand moved to the back of her swan like neck, as he removed the curtain of hair away to have a better view. The beautiful smooth skin, with a single black mole, sculpted with so much precision. Only this was enough to turn him on, and how, he didn't know.
His fingers worked, unhooking her heavy necklaces of gold and precious gemstones one by one, freeing her body of heavy load. Soon the heap of hard metals were lying on the corner table, of course except her holy chain, which he had left behind.
This Mangalsutra, he wanted to keep in her neck, near her heart, as a symbol of his possession. Leaving a lingering kiss on the knot of thread, he moved away.
Skidding himself up a bit, he traced her body with his fingers. From her temples, to her jaw, then dip of neck, and on her shoulder where he left a kiss, before caressing touch on her fuller curves, narrow waist and then down. It was as if his tips of fingers were flowing in a milky riverine.
His touches were soft and butterfly light, but his warm manly hands were enough to jolt her with need, only if she had been awake, she might be withering for his love by now.
He wanted to hold her hands in his but they were underneath her face, as she slept in quite reserved position.
Cupping her side of face in his palm, he carefully made her lie down properly on the soft pillow, turning her body to face the ceiling, straightening her slim legs, freeing her hands from the arrest.
Coming face to face with her, he adored her arched eyebrows, sweeping velvety eyelashes and saccharin sweet lips.The heavy ear rings might be hurting her delicate ears, framed by a button nose, which was again pierced by the large nose ring.
Removing each of them, he tucked her loose hair behind his ears, followed by her bangles, rings, and waist chain to be get rid of. He was literally breathing her, taking in her smell, brushing his lips against her fingers, her waist, her curves.
It might be an hour or so that he enjoyed the staring rights of a husband on his wife. She might be really tired that, even his proximity didn't wake her up yet.
Intertwining his hands with hers, he filled the gap between them with his, adoring her henna for a few minutes. Still not getting any sign of her waking up, he leaned down on her lips, contemplating whether to give in to his temptation to taste her or wait.
But unable to stop himself, he anyways put a lingering kiss on her mouth, touching his rough lips with her soft ones, pressing them together soundly, earning a sleepy moan from her and getting turned on himself in return.
But that was it. Except the moan, there was nothing more!
Finally having enough of his patience to stop himself anymore, he sat straight. His beautiful Empress was sleeping and there was not much he could do now, but control himself.
Sighing on his luck, he tucked her in the woolly blanket, looked her for another minute and climbed down the bed, walking to the balcony, discarding his robe and shawl, to be alone for some time.
At the same time Khushi opened her kohled eyes, watching him opening the door which led him to the balcony and him stepping out, closing the door after him. She had woken up a few minutes ago, feeling his needy kiss on her, just acting to be sleeping, to see whether he would wake her up to continue the romantic encounter.
But he disappointed her, giving just a small kiss and leaving her alone in bed.
Exhaling out a deep sigh of breath she turned her body on the comfortable king size bed, replaying all the events of the Day, specially that moment, when she had made her husband wear that Raizada Crown, embedded with gemstones and diamonds. How much proud moment was that!
She adjusted the pillow under her head, as she drew up that fluffy blanket over herself, which he had put on her, her eyes roaming around the room.
It was his old Chamber, which had become their now, with she having right to use his bed. She might have spent her nights in his room in past, but at all those times, she didn't have that sense of authority which she had got at this moment.
Now it didn't feel alien to be here. There was an authority, a right. She shifted on bed, when her eyes caught something kept on her dressing table. A gift it was! Stretching her hand, she took it in her hands, opening the lid to reveal the content, and there was a pair of anklets!
A sweet smile curled over her rosy lips, thinking about them, as she looked in the direction where balcony was. Something bloomed in her heart, as a simple gift from him made her feel so elated.
Drawing the blanket off her body, she sat up, taking the ornament in her hand, caressing it.
Inching her skirt up her smooth legs.contrasted with dark henna, she unhooked the current ones, and then wore his gift, looking as beautiful as they could.
Adorning the smile, their sweet tinkling chimed, as she climbed down, stealthily walking to the ajar door of balcony, gazing at him who was in return gazing the night sky, with his back facing hers, his hands placed over the railing.
He was out there in cold, his upper body having nothing there except the contours of his muscles, his hair messed up royally.
She pushed open the door of the balcony, stepping in, as the cold shots of air winded around her, and her footsteps made the sound of small bells tinkling.
Feeling her presence behind him, he diverted his eyes off the dark sky, shifting on his feet a little, as he cocked his head to a side.
"To aaj ki raat sirf itna hi? Humein to laga tha ke apne nate potiyon ko batane ke liye hamare paas ek acchi si kahani hogi!"
(So that's it for tonight? I thought I would have a better story to tell my grandchildren!)
The complaining tone she used made him smirk. So she wasn't sleeping?
His eyes found her, standing a few steps away from him, her open hair dancing around her face, to the rhymes of the blowing cold air, the silvery streamy dark red skirt and blouse hugging her body perfectly, making her look like those of fancy angels from the story book.
He didn't bother to answer her! Nor did she probe him more. Now that they were alone and in peace, they just wanted to admire each other without any word, looking all hot and streamy to each other's eyes.
He inhaled a deep length of air, as he extended his right hand to her, giving her the cue to step in his area, to hold his hand and come to him.
Seeing his sensuous stares, Khushi shyly put her henna clad hand in his, stepping close to him, as he pulled her in his front, making her stand between himself and the balcony.
He turned her around with her back pressed against his chest, his hand circling around her waist, as he leaned himself on her, letting their bodies brush against each other, as they looked at the dark horizon with shimmering stars above, not feeling the need to fill the silence between them with words.
They were just enjoying themselves to be in each other arms.
"Yaad hai tumhein?"
(You remember this?) After a brief moment of soothing silence, he spoke, referring to that night when he had told her that their parents were one of the stars in sky.
"Haan!"
(Yes!) Khushi mumbled in complete relaxed voice, with no edge in her tone. She too felt the same, right at the moment. Their parents might be blessing them for a blissful marriage ahead.
Getting her husky reply, he slowly turned her around, facing her, as she too stared at him with the relaxing air between them.
They kept standing there, locking their eyes for a long time. The moment broke as he kept his one hand on her waist curve, drawing his another hand to her face, smoothening the tendrils of hair, admiring her beautiful face with no worry lines.
It was the most beautiful moment between them. This closeness was beautiful!
"Tum kaho to kahani kya, poori dastan likh denge aaj raat!"
(If you are willing, then forget the story, we can write full novel tonight!)
Khushi blushed on his words, feeling his fervent warm breath on her lips, as she watched his face inching closer to her, his supple lips closing the distance between them to mate with hers, and she closed her eyes into submission, having the desire in her to be kissed by him.
Arnav leaned on her, placing his lips over her, as he started with gentle pressure, slowly moving his lips on hers, subtly sucking her luscious lips, kissing her, creating the momentum in between the lips, urging her to respond to him, simultaneously sucking her lower and upper lips in turns, nipping it softly.
Khushi could feel their kiss to be different from all other kisses in past. Was that because they were rightfully of each other. It was not passionately rough! It was soft, sweet and soothing, enticing.
She closed her lips over his, while he tilted his face, entering in her hot mouth, with his tongue caressing her, as he deepened the kiss wanting more from her.
Her hand flew to his nape, so did she hold him by his nape, trying to reciprocate to his desire filled kiss, herself getting aroused, feeling the intensity of the kiss.
Their breaths grew ragged, as they found the rhythm in between their lips, lost in kissing each other, deriving the pleasure from each other, till the point where he would off their lip lock, breathing erratically, looking down at her with desire clouding his eyes.
"Ab to tum nipunn hogayi ho!"
(You have become expert!) He said to her in breathless whisper, as she looked at him being breathless herself.
"Kis cheez mein?"
(In what?) The words flew out of her lips in breathless husky whisper.
"Mujhe lubhane me."
(Luring me.) Arnav Said looking at her intently.
"Nahi to."
(Not really.) Khushi mumbled without withdrawing her eyes off him, trying to decipher the exact meaning of his word. He had always lured her to him, like a moth to flames, she didn't lure him ever.
"Tumhein pata hai, is ke baad main tumhare saath kya kya karna chahta hoon?"
(You know what I wish to do to you after this heated kiss?) He answered her unspoken queries.
Yes, for him she had always lured him. Being so close to her, all he wanted to do was to get buried in her warmth, to illuminate his desires.
"Arnavji.." She shook her head softly, looking down shyly. They might have been intimate with each other for hundred times but this creeping blush on her cheeks was something that would suit the most on a newly wed bride like her. To add to it, he was always so blunt and expressive.
"Is galiyare me kaisa rahega? Hamari Suhag Raat yahan manana chaho gi? Hamare nate potiyon ke liye ek sahas purna kahani!"
(How about being in balcony? Want to try our wedding night here? An adventures story for our grandkids!) Arnav asked with pure mischievous glint in his eyes, as he watched her blushing at his comment.
He loved it, when she would blush red. And today it was just turning him on.
Khushi shot her eyes upto his face, with her lips parted open, in shock at his statement. Was he even serious! He was an Emperor now. He needed to be serious with these things, and here he was suggesting their intimate moment in open?
"Samrat Arnav Singh Raizada, aap besharm hain.."
(Samrat Arnav Singh Raizada, you are shameless..) She said in disbelief, shaking her head in negative, with the smile threatening her lips, as she broke out of his hold, running inside the room, igniting the already tensed air between them.
A ghost of smile illuminated at the corner of his lips, as he followed her back in the room, with lazy steps, closing the door of the balcony, he turned to his bed, to find her tucked inside the blanket, all covered inside, hiding from him, and a chuckle involuntarily escaped his lips.
Such a funny wife he had got!
Slowly he stalked towards the bed climbing on it, creeping inside the same blanket as of her.
"Kya hua? Itna kafi hai?"
(What happened? Is it enough?) He questioned her, using her own words with no hard edge in his voice, being playful at the moment, as he rolled on top of her, keeping his elbows on either side of her, balancing his weight on his elbow, covering her petite body with his own.
"Humein sona hai."
(I want to sleep.) Khushi replied with baited breath, feeling his body warmth against her, his masculine body, touching her at certain places, as they were facing each other, with her curves pressing against his broad chest.
"Sone ke to kayi matlab hote hain."
(There are different terms of sleeping.) He murmured as his playfulness replaced with needs of body, leaning down on her, as he started placing hot moist kisses, along the length of her jawline down to her neck which were devoid of any jewellery, as he had removed it earlier.
While she clutched his shoulder tightly with her fingers digging in his skin, as his hand travelled down along the length of her body, skimming over her breast, down to her curvy waist, her stomach, he caressing her body over the red linen fabric.
"Arnavji..." The moan escaped her vocal cord as she felt that need inside her, after such a long time.
"Aaj hamari Suhagraat hai biwi!"
(It's our honeymoon night wifey!) He murmured near her ears, withdrawing his head from the crook of her neck, coming to her face, his eyes dropping down to her inviting lips and he subtly crushed her lips with his, kissing her deep and soundly.
"Aaj raat to main tumhein sone nahi doonga!"
(I won't let you sleep tonight!) He emphasised on the word sleep, as he parted from her mouth, while his fingers which were on her bare waist, started moving on her skin in circles, caressing her waist, her stomach, her navel bothering her time and again.
"Dekhte hain."
(Let's see.) Khushi replied with closed eyes, as her breathing paced feeling the movement of his crawling fingers on her body, which gradually went up her stomach to her midriff with slow crawling touch, as his hand tried to creep inside her tight blouse, wandering on her body.
"Mujhe chunauti derahi ho tum?"
(Are you challenging me?) He whispered in a husk, watching her melting under his touch, breathlessly.
"Nahi to!"
(No!)
Khushi wouldn't dare to do so. Challenging him means inviting trouble for herself.
Soon she felt him pushing himself down on bed, while she was leaned down on him, their positions reversed, she being almost on top of him, as he captured her lips, for an urgent kiss, him nibbling her lower lip, while she playing with her upper one, with closed eyes.
Her one hand flew up to his shoulder gripping it, while he lied down on mattress, dominatively submitting to her.
Drawing her skirt a bit above her knees, he exposed her legs to the raw touch of his feet, feeling her with his toes, while he travelled his palm upto her back, roaming around the hooks of her blouse, trailing down to her lower back, caressing her, teasing her, while she was lying on him, his both hands around her body, both indulged in a simple starter kiss.
The scene was erotic. Both devouring each other, playing with their mouths, their tongues occasionally fighting, and his hands busy in their own ministrations. They were just feeling each other after a long gap, with both moving their lips quite lazily, changing the angles, while her hands slowly feeling him everywhere, and accidentally it reached his part, making him break out of sudden.
"Sankadevi! Zara aaram se!"
(Miss. Troublemaker! We have to go slow!)
He remarked in husky voice, making her blush, as their kiss broke after ages. Her not so innocent act had really ignited the flames and they were still taking large breathes.
He slowly leaned ahead to trail his lips towards her ear line, travelling through her jaw line, his one hand caressing her behind, his other hand stalked up to her front curves, as her blouse was unhooked and loosened now.
His hand roamed over her front, on the fuller breast, cupping her fullness beneath the fabric, touching and squeezing it, while the pad of his thumb brush over the small sensitive erect flesh on her curve, generating heat in her body, causing her to moan, almost inaudibly.
He stopped at once, intently looking at her heated flushed face, wanting her to express her yearn to him.
"Hum ne jaan boojh kar nahi kiya."
(That was not intentional.) Khushi said holding her breath, signalling towards her touch on his sensitive part, looking at him with her baby brownish orbs, which mirrored her inside feeling.
She watched the corner of his lips pulled up into a smirk or smile, she didn't know why, but he made a quick movement holding her waist and legs, so that presently, she was sitting on him.
She was straddling him, with her legs folded on either sides of him, her whole torso pressed against his, her both hands on either sides of his head, so as to not crash down on him, their faces inches apart, as he enjoyed their position, as his both hands were placed on her thighs.
"Par mujhe wo pasand aaya."
(But I loved it.) He mumbled, with their warm breathing mingling with each other, as she looked at him anticipated, as he planned to give the power to her.
"Ab bolo..."
(Now tell me...) He trailed off, stroking her cheek with the back side of his hand, tucking a free hairlock behind her ear.
"Kya karna chahogi mere saath tum?"
(What would you like to do with me?) He whispered huskily taking her breaths away, opening up her mind to the possibility of vivid imaginations!
Her lips parted open with naked desire at his open preposition, so did her eyes which got still on his dark ones, as her heart skipped a loud beat, resulting her breaths to grow heavy.
Arnav kept on watching her intensely, her sweet soft lips closing, being pressed against each other, her eyes dropping down in extreme shyness. He traced her lips with his thumb and as a reaction she lowered her head, to capture the whole length of his thumb to suck on it, slowly, letting the flesh swim in her warm mouth, crimson blush creeping up her satin cheeks, as she slowly nibbled on him, turning him on.
He couldn't tell her how sensuous her action was. She didn't know how she had created wild fantasies in his mind.
"Kuch na karen to chalega!"
(How about doing nothing!)
Getting his thumb out of her sensuous mouth, her soft shy voice reached his ear and he didn't fail to notice the shy smile curling her lips, which she was desperately trying to hide behind her bold mask, but so far hadn't been successful.
She did certainly know how to provoke him, to make him feel want more of her, even while doing nothing.
"Woh koi vikalp nahi!"
(That's not an option!)
His hands automatically skid up her thighs, to her behinds, up to her waist, and he firmed his hold on her waist, jerking her more to himself, leaving no space for air to pass between them, all the while she kept straddling him, with closed eyes and open mouth.
With his close jerk, she got crushed onto him more, resulting her lips to go closer to his, with their lips an inch away from mating again, their eyes, boring into each other, his lust filled & wanting dark eyes smouldering her brownish shy yet desire filled eyes, silently communicating with her, to give him what he wanted.
"Kiss me." He whispered huskily, locking his gaze with hers, inhaling in the same air as of hers.
Tonight there would be no inhibition, no hesitation between them. If he needed her, then she wanted him too. He could see her impatience, by her fervent intake of breaths, and with the way she was looking at him. Her eyes had the curtains of shyness, but behind that, there were flames of want, want for him, his body, his love!
His hands slowly travelled up her torso, caressing her body subtly, as after a silent moment of contemplation she again initiated the move between them, by leaning down on him, pressing her rosy lips on his, kissing him slowly, delicately, sucking on his upper and lower lips simultaneously, with her own definite pace, not rushing into things.
He closed his eyes, giving into the temptation of her soft petals, relishing the feeling of her hand on his nape, as she placed her one hand on his neck, while the fingers of her other hand ran through his wide opened hair, caressing him, as she flew in the slow passion of kiss with him, and he let her do what she wanted to.
Tonight he would let her play with him in her slow pace, not bothering to rush it. He was simply loving the feeling of her willing lips on his, and the feeling of her soft fingers weaving his hair.
After a moment of her slow torture on his lips, she withdrew, leaning a little away from him to look at him, at his face, and she found him staring back at her intensely, his dark pooled eyes, asking for more.
She had always been a receptor of him, never a giver. And tonight she wanted to end that difference. Breathing erratically as of him, she inched her lips closer to him again, tilting her head a bit, as she again locked her lips with his, giving him what she knew of!
In the time period of being with him, she had definitely learnt to kiss deeply, slowly, sensually in satin like touch, exciting the desires and needs, to tease with love bites and to provoke with sloppy sucking.
But she knew, she could not be like him, she couldn't match his fervent and depth of engaging romantically.
After a moment of controlled torture, he moved his lips with her in synchronised rhythm, moulding their lips together in slow scorching hot kiss, with their tongues diving deeper into each other's warmth.
He never thought that a simple smooching kiss with her could be this provocative tonight. He could feel himself to be turned on by her act, and above that, she was straddling him with their parts touching, being in close intimate contact.
It was not that she was first time doing this. But seems the air around them and that hanging thread of his name from her neck, it was something tickling her hormones.
His fingers crawled inside her blouse, tracing her bare skin of back, creeping to her stomach upto her breast with light touches and caressing.
His hand skid the hem of that red satin blouse up her bustline to her breast, to pull it off her body.
"Arch your back." He said in a breathless whisper with wild hormones rioting in his cells, as he revealed her feminine beauty to his eyes, removing the skimpy cloth, earning a moan from her.
She felt the cool air touching her front which soon got enveloped in his warmth as he fondled her curves with his large claws, her fingers curling tightly in his hair, as a reaction of his seductive touches on her body. She gripped his hair, parting away from him, breaking their lip lock, with both of them breathing heavily from the impact of their rushing hormones.
"I have many plans. Want to try?" He mumbled huskily, gazing deep into her sparking brownish orbs, pinching her nipples.
Khushi hissed with mix of pain and pleasure as she stared at him for a moment, while his eyes were looking hungrily towards her front curves lying uncovered in front of him.
She rose her right hand to his face, distracting him from her sensitive flesh, transfixing her eyes on him, as she touched his face with the slightest of touches, trailing her fingers from his temple, down to his eyes, to his jaws, touching him like touching a sculpted beauty.
And he was. For her, he was like that sculpted masculine beauty, from those statues. Being transfixed, he continued to gaze at her with a sightly open mouth, feeling the soft trails of her fingers doing havoc with her hormones.
He didn't know what she was doing! No, she was not touching him sensually or anything this time. It was something else, And the look in her eyes, which was stuck onto his face only, it was of pure admiration. She was admiring him! As if he was the most prized possession for him.
Her fingers trailed down from his jaws line to his collar bone, as she replaced her fingers with her lips. She knew that this Man was Hers now, and she had picked up what she had seen him doing to her all other times.
She leaned down further on him, burying her face in the crook of his neck, warming his skin with her soft warm breaths, as she scooted close to him nuzzling him softly, trailing her nose along the length of his neckline, soon placing her lips on his neck, dropping series of soft kisses there towards down to his collar bone.
He firmed his hold on her bare waist, as he felt that loving gentle touch of her lips, the light weaving of her fingers in his hair.
She was not doing something extravagant, but whatever she was doing, it was stirring a deep down feeling in him, the feeling which he didn't recognise, the feeling which he had never felt. The feeling was bothering him inside out, it was hot, it was deep, it was sensual, it was soothing, it was provoking, it was... Loving!
He tilted his head, giving her more access to his body, as she travelled her soft lips along the length of his jaw line, skipping his lips this time.
She moved to his earlobes, softly nuzzling him, before kissing him there. The restless hormones started rioting in him, as the erotic feeling between them grew seconds by seconds, generating heat in their bodies.
The feeling of her lazy trailing soft lips teasing him, the feeling of being in her arms, held by her, the deep down reaction of his parts to her touch, suddenly became too much for him to take. It was simply the most difficult job for him to keep lying there, doing nothing when she was provoking him with her soft, slow, lazy touches.
Khushi curled her fingers mindlessly around his nape, while drawing her lips up from his neck line to his jaws. She was just in the moment, unaware of his condition, when she heard his deep restless groan, and the next moment she was flipped over on the bed, with her back pressed against the mattress, him being on top of her, breathing raggedly.
He quickly drew her legs around his waist with his one hand, pressing his hardness more onto hers, over the fabric, forcing that small gasp to escape her lips, with that core intimate contact.
"Tum achche se janti ho ke mujhe pagal kaise karna hai!"
(You do know to drive me crazy!) His deep husky voice caressed her ears, as he decided to let his chained desires free after this torture.
He crashed his craving impatient lips onto her supple one, this time taking her for a deep, wanting, wild kiss, unleashing his cravings, as he pressed her onto the mattress with his body weight, stroking her with his hardness, with their lower garments still on their bodies, and her upper curves mating with his hard ones.
"Arnavji.." That wanting and pleasure filled moan escaped her lips, as an reaction to his strokes and touches at appropriate places of her body, while she had arms wrapped around his neck, holding him close to herself, as he adored her body with his manly touches and kisses.
Flowing in the stream of passion and want he tore his lips away from her lips. Pulling back from her, he looked at her breathlessly, as she lied there like the water nymph, senseless, vulnerable.
And now time to fulfill one of his many fantasies!
Stretching his hand, he took a bowl from the table, which she didn't know even existed there before this moment. When did he bring it? And what was it?
"You know what is it?" He asked the question playing in her mind, while she looked at him dazedly, shaking her head in no.
"It's honey. And I am going to pour it on your body, all over it, rub it on your parts and then lick it off, inch by inch!"
He whispered to her, talking all dirty, raging her senses with the wild imagination he was creating in her senses. She felt that she would loosen her first orgasm of the night right now, seeing that smirk on his face.
Arnav went on his knees, having her beneath him, trapping her in between his legs, as she lied there with anticipation.
Raising the bowl to his eyelevel, he tilted the silver bowl, as the brownish golden sticky liquid, moved with the force of gravity, down in a trail, as a visible line of glistening nectar fell on her milky body, making her squirm under the wet cold sensation.
He could see the first drop of amber thick bile falling on her neck, before it flew, down to her chest, moving to the natural dip of her cleavage, and then trailing to the side, contoured by her ribs, to somewhere beneath her shoulders.
He slightly moved his hand containing the bowl, to the right and left of her, in circular pattern and the dark mounds of her two curves, which were already hard, glistened sweetly with the honey coat, making him turned on just with the sight.
Done with the empty bowl, he threw it somewhere, as his face inched downward, with his hands on her either sides.
"Look at me!" He commanded her, before his tongue sweeped her skin clean of the rancidly sweet taste. Slowly, provocatively, clumsily, his tongue, his lips worked on her, feasting on her body in this latest fashion, a new fantasy, making her moan after his each lick.
Her hands were meanwhile in his hair, guiding him for her maximum pleasure.
Done with her neck, he focussed his attention down to her chest, enjoying the favourite sweet feast.
His sucking, licking, salivating mouth ran all over her sensitive skin and she felt herself flying in air with his occasional caresses, kisses and nips down to her deep cleavage, his both hands rubbing her orbs together to make them marinated in dark yellow, pressing them with each other in order to bury his tongue in between, leaving behind a deep, erotic smooch.
Kneading her small flesh with feathery pressure, he rolled her moulds in between his fingers, as his lips suckled her hard and elongated mould of right one, which tasted heavenly delicious.
"Pure amber!" He whispered, while her eyes closed in pure ecstasy, her trembling lips opening to let the fresh air in her lungs with his outrageous acts.
The exciting sensation which aroused on her curves, shoot straight down to her core, she crossed her legs, feeling excessively hot down there, while he ended his bulbously delicate torture on her curves.
Replacing his fingers on the right twin, his warm, hot, moist mouth now got closed around it, his tongue now rolling all around her mould, pressing her hard, making her breast swell with the ministrations.
Her skin freed of sticky sensation, he now closed his teeth around her dark hard flesh, teasing, playing with her treasures, tugging, and kneading it, tracing his teeth with her soft skin, suckling it to his heart's content.
Khushi's hands on the other hand were tightly gripping his hair, as she occasionally caressed his scalp, feeling her core throbbing with the sweet pain, as his lips built up a small storm there.
As her another moan followed, he left her curves to move down, all the way leaving the moist deep kisses on her smooth belly, up to the navel, leaving her feeling to be all messed up and dirty with the wetness, which was also so much erotic.
And when he reached there, beneath her navel, both of them got hit with a hard reality. The pain of recent lose surfaced their desires, as their bodies went stiff. But both of them knew that even one of them did show it, the other one would break down.
If he was scared of her going back to that hard shell, she was afraid that he would collapse mentally this time. The mask of ignorance they were wearing, for the sake of love of each other, remained there as Arnav nuzzled his face in her softness.
Placing deep loving kiss on her navel, he let her loose her guards. Soon his tongue followed in the hollow and it gave her the reason to moan, as he kissed his way down to her body.
They were here together, after a lot of hurdles. And they knew somewhere their flesh and blood, their baby might also be happy in his own world.
"I love you."
He murmured against her belly, as he very slowly travelled his lips down. The hooks of her skirt opened as he pulled the fabric down to her pelvic, burning her skin with his hot breath, as he all the way felt her smooth legs, while removing the last shred of cloth off her.
Khushi closed her eyes shut, panting hard, as she felt herself stark naked, his warm breath touching her, penetrating her, as his presence on the core of the feminity was maddening her, making her squirm, while he moved to her thighs, kissing and caressing her there, making her wriggle with desire.
Done with honey, he now chose second of four bowls.
"I have this white cream now!" He had risen his head, taking the other bowl, and an impatient wanting moan escaped her lips as that deep thirst built in her, making her feel hot and flowy down there.
"Arnavji, please?"
He caught her eyes, as he took a larger than coin sized paste in his fingers, applying it all over her inner thighs, hearing her hoarse voice, while his fingers now moved around her part, outlining her with lightest feathery touch, building up the feeling in her to grow more intense.
"Please what?" He asked breathless, his own heartbeat going haywire, as he looked up at her, only for her eyes to reflect the need for him.
"It's too much!" She almost cried.
"Tonight is our night. Nothing can be too much!"
He flashed a crooked smirk at her, as he placed his lips there, near her core, rubbing her lips against the greased creamy skin, placing her mouth on her hotness for just a moment, kissing her shortly before withdrawing his lips, as she sighed, letting her head fall back on the bed.
"I love cream!"
He whispered, brushing the back of his hand against her wetness, feeling the moisture of her on his skin of hand, already smeared by the milk fats.
Coming to her eye level, he licked his hand in front of her, taking her breath away, as she felt almost choking with overwhelming desire.
"You are already so wet!" He came up on her, whispering in her ear, covering her petite frame with his strong body, letting her feel his raw hardness with his fabric in between.
Khushi bit her lips, as she quickly pushed him down. Even he did deserve some messiness!!!
He obliged, to be again beneath her, while she looked at the bowls kept there im the tray which she had not paid much attention to. There were three left there, and she had no idea what they contained.
"Mango pulp, Cherry juice or Cream. Choose one!" He eased her out with information, making her look at him with soft gapes. How could she play with food like this?
But then, he had ignited that fire in her that nothing looked taboo, as she dared to choose one!
"Cream!" Her voice was coarse.
"Go for it!" He was breathless.
She lifted the bowl of pleasant milk cream, in her trembling hands. If she did it today, she would never be able to eat this cream again, with an innocent mind. It was so exciting and at the same time outrageous. Looking at her waiting face, and then back in her hands, Khushi decided to go dirty.
"Relax Khushi! Loose down your guards! You are not doing anything wrong!" His voice sounded rough, as he tried to build in confidence in her.
This time Arnav could feel the smooth creamy texture, being applied on his chest, being expanded on his brown skin by her smooth fingers, as her slow hesitant touches moved to his neck and jawline
Arnav closed his eyes as a reflex to her action, his words seemed to be affecting, as she leaned down on him out of need, moving all over her upper body. Done with it, she took a minute to massage him thoroughly, her both hands moving fro and back from his shoulder to down.
Done with it, she leaned to him, and her lips found his earlobe, as she took it in her beautiful mouth, nibbling it, caressing it, turning him on.
He placed his arms on her bare back, holding her to himself, as he watched the hot woman turning into an erotic muse, with her lips playing on his sweet spot, moving down, licking him clean of the greasy cream, taking care of his sensitiveness with the faint sweet richness, grazing her teeth on his hollow of neck.
A small smirk crossed over his lips as her daze-filled expression made him content, while she moved her tongue on her lips, sucking her own lips with the remainant of the whipped milk outlining her upper lip and lower one, it was damn unbearable. This might be total innocent on her part but equally sensual for him.
"Damn it!" He spoke with clenched jaws, and the next moment they were kissing intensely, harshly, passionately, him living his fantasies to the fullest.
When they broke up panting and gasping, she continued her torture down on him with her lips and tongue, caressing his tender points of chest, fondling his nipples with her tongue, at the same time he was caressing her breasts with delicate touches of his hand.
Her tongue was nestling his sensitive parts, and in between the need of her passion, she didn't know when she just dig her teeth a bit sharply on him, earning a hiss from him, making her break away with a gasp.
She herself didn't know, from where this boldness came into her!
"Dard hua?"
(Did it pain?) She asked breathlessly. She had bit him hardly unable to control her rioting hormones. Her body was already into flames right now.
"No! Carry on..." He groaned with his clenched jaws, letting his head raise back on the bed, his fingers lacing through her hair, holding her to himself, and he certainly liked the feeling of her mouth on his body, tasting him, enjoying him.
He had really rotten her to his desires by now!
Satisfied with his answer, she hesitantly creeped back, crawling down his body, as his one leg was propped up, tightly kept over the bed, as something deep stirred in him, feeling her soft hands on his lower garment which she slowly started opening with her delicate fingers, layer by layer, undressing him totally.
"Fuck!" He couldn't control the cuss, as her hands again touched his outrageously aroused part while undressing him. This was pure sexual torture on her part.
Helping her to get rid of it as soon as possible, he let it slip down the bed, and next moment it was him over her, as they again reversed their positions, and he was impatient this time.
"Meri taraf dekho!"
(Look at me!) He demanded, as he settled himself in between her legs, his palms cupping her down there, as his fingers touched her bulged out flesh, with bare-feathery touch, putting lightest pressure on her, making her difficult to breath with convulsing desire growing hard in her.
Her hands fisted on the pillow, her eyes closed as the whole lot of attention of her body was focussed on one single point where he was touching her, driving her mad, excessively.
"Biwi, aankhein kholo apni!"
(Wife, open your eyes!) He said in desire filled voice, as she opened her dazed orbs, looking down at him, somehow holding herself, looking at their connected bodies, the visage of her handsome man looking so ravishing right now, only for her.
Her lips parted, inhaling a sharp breath, as she watched his sweated face inching closer to her core, building her anxiety, as his mouth tantalized her, the raw pleasure shooting up her entire body.
His mouth explored her G Spot, stroking her sensitive nerve endings, while his fingers rubbed her, taking her to the heights of build up, so much so that it made her squirm under him biting her lips, holding all her moans in her, and he felt her muscles flexing in the heat of his mouth, and he stopped all at once, withholding her flow.
"Arnavji.. what..oh.." Her quivering voice came out at a plea, making uncomprehending words, as he had left her hanging in between.
She breathed with anticipation, anxiously, impatiently, while he moved away from between her legs, coming on top of her, combing his mane away from his face, as he suppressed her body underneath his weight, his hardness touching her, making her skin tingle.
Holding her both hands in his one, he found her lips, indulging into a deep erotic smooch with her, giving her her own taste, while his finger drew in her warmth, as his thumb rubbed her, trying to give her the undoing.
He continued, moving down his mouth, finding her pleasure spot on her breast, suckling her moulds, tugging and nipping her with his playful mouth, building that sensation in her so much so to make her explode.
She didn't hold her explosion this time. Her screams echoed in the Chamber, her loud erotic moans satisfying his male ego. Her muscles clenched together, her body shivered in response of her climax, and he watched her falling apart with a deep sensual moan escaping her lips, her wetness spreading on his fingers, while her toes curled with the affect of the flow of pleasurable waves, off her body.
"Very Good!" He murmured near her ear, before getting off her body, out of her hold. She was clutching him so tightly, relishing the peak of pleasure she just experienced, and now it was his turn.
Leaving her hands free, he left a kiss on her cheek before moving downward, as she looked at him with that satisfying smile after her peak.
He wrapped her legs around his waist and the soft sound of ringing of bells hit his ears, as he looked down to her anklets.
Not that he was complaining! As he caressed her bare calf under his palm, up and down, before drawing it to his lips, placing a tickling bite there.
He liked the sound so much along with the sight, of just those on her body and the thread of his name in her neck, and no clothes on. It appeared quite sexy to him, turning him on even more and he couldn't help but left a love bite as a memory there.
She hissed in sweet pain, still gathering herself together, breathing erratically, watching him hovering over her in his naked glory, his eyes smouldering, hot, sinful, love filled and fervent, his breaths heavy, as he settled in between her parted legs.
"Khushi?"
He asked her once, just to bring her in the moment, placing himself on her hot wet entrance, feeling her, and the course of electrifying pleasure shoot up his entire body.
Feeling him raw against her, she clutched the sheet tightly, closing her eyes giving him the consent. Though on their subconscious mind, there was that fear. Some insecurity, some hesitation, knowing that what they were going to do. Today they were moving on... and it was giving a mixed feeling to them.
"It's for good!" She whispered getting an assuring kiss from him, both giving silent strength to step ahead as he slowly pushed himself in her wetness.
Soon her muscles grew tight around him, as she sank on the bed, breathing through her mouth, with both of them divulging in pleasure.
"It's for good!" He buried his face in the crook of her neck with a whisper, as her breaths were ragged, her breast heaving up and down against his bare chest, as she tried to absorb the sharp shoot up, hugging him tight with her one arm wrapped around his back and other being place over his biceps, as her cries again made way in the air.
After a moment he looked at her precipitating face, her eyes closed with hint of moisture on her thick eyelashes, and she appeared as heavenly beautiful to his eyes, as she was his now, completely his.
Brushing his lips on her eyes, kissing away the hint of moisture he eased out of her slowly. A low groan escaped his lips, as he again sank back in her warmth, his blood getting on flames by being buried in her.
She gulped holding onto him, as he created the intimacy between them, making movements in her, against her walls, with indefinite significant pleasure, as she found herself responding to him, to his thrusts, as they continued their sensual actions between the sheet, indulging in each other, consuming each other, uniting their bodies together, taking each other to the extremes to erupt out together.
The deep panting, low manly groans, and erotic moans filled the room, cherishing the silence of Dark night, as they continued to rock against each other, finding their undoing.
"Let it go!" He said through his teeth, devoting his time to her, letting the fire explode through their bodies, as he continued to stroke her, feeling her muscles clenching around him, and driving himself to the edge.
A deep moan flow out of her lips, following his words and his pressure, as she convulsed around him, undoing herself, losing her breaths, her sanity, while he continued in her for few more turns, finding himself to be free in her, as the arousing Sexual tension eased off, him finding his climax deep inside her, as he let his body cover her, with his face being buried in her neck, soaking the satisfying feeling.
"We need to take a bath!" She mumbled earning a groan from him.
He was already bombarded with his new fantasies hearing it. But now she needed rest. Other things might follow.
And at that moment he realized that since their first night together it was Love-Making between them. He had always kept her comfort, her pleasure, her body above the mere act of sex. They were connected, comfortable, and breathtakingly entwined. He had always that feeling of affection for her, but only that they had not realized it.
Getting their senses back, he looked at her with that stare that screamed 'I LOVE YOU' and she read it without any need of words.
"Sleep!" He whispered with a butterfly kiss there on her face, seeing her on verge of sleeping, tucking her in covers before wrapping his arms around her, and she buried her face in his chest, feeling secured and loved in his arms.....
Indeed the time has a wonderful way of showing the two love birds what really matters!
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Two more shots😄
Maybe a short filler too on Payash and Chaman😉