A/N 18+ Mature Content. Read at your discretion
"Toh kya decide kiya?" whispered Rishita Bhabhi sitting to his right, "kaise angooti dena hai?", as Shiva sat down to eat lunch. He mentally groaned, he didnt want his loving but interfering Bhabhi telling him how to give a ring to Raavi, that, in his opinion, she should just bloody wear. He just smiled at her blandly and shoved a big bite of thepla in his mouth to avoid answering her.
Dhara Bhabhi sitting to his left, leaned in, and whispered, "dekh, purane pyar ka naya naya izhar kiya hai... kuch dramatic aur romantic soch, a story you can tell your kids," Melodramatically clutching her own small bump. She had an excited look in her eye that scared him.
Are you f**king kidding me? Shiva realized he had been sandwiched between his Bhabhis, on purpose and glared at Raavi as she glided in and out of kitchen, serving lunch.
"Dhara, tu theek hai?" asked Gaumbi, alarmed, seeing her clutch her baby bump. "Aur ye kya kusur-pusur ho raha hai?"
"Haan, Gaumbi, daal main kuch toh kala hai," said Krish suspiciously, looking at the three of them. "sach bolo, kya ho raha hai, nayi kaand ki planning?"
Shiva scowled at Raavi, as she grinned at him. She enjoyed throwing him to the wolves, aka their Bhabhis, and watching the ensuing chaos.
"Kuch nahi, Gaumbi... bas angooti dene ke planning," said Dhara absentmindedly and immediately slapped her hands over her mouth as she realized what she blurted out.
"Kaisi angooti, kis ki angooti," pounced Gaumbi, looking suspiciously at Dhara, Rishita and Shiva. Shiva rubbed his temples, f**k his life. This must be what every wise man likely meant about being in love was a form of hell.
"Shiva, tu koi aur kaand plan kar raha hai, toh humein abhi bata de, main toh Dhara ko leke kahin dur chala jaaunga. Tere taante khatam hi nahi hote," warned Gaumbi. He had enough of Shiva's problems.
"Gaumbi, main nahi... ye sab iss gadhedi se poocho," grumbled Shiva, staring at Raavi acting coy and innocent.
"Raavi toh meri good baachi hai... saare kaand karne ki adadat teri hai!" said Gaumbi smiling at Raavi.
"Ye chipkali kahan se aapko good girl dikhti hai?" he asked, glaring at Raavi. Good baachi, my ass. She always got him in trouble and sat on the sidelines as chaos ensued. Gadhedi.
"Haan Shiva, mere saar pe kya bill phad raha hai... ye toh teri problem hai na?" said Raavi innocently, sitting down to eat.
"Meri problem? Ye angooti sabke saamne pehenwane ki shrat maine rakhi hai? Maine kaha tha, wahin pada hai, pehen le" asked Shiva, getting riled up, "Teri inhi sab nautanki ki wajah se main hamesha phasta hoon."
"Kya bola abhi tu?" asked Dev, as Shiva winced realizing he was digging a deeper hole for himself.
"Kuch nahi, main aur ye chipkali apas main lipta lehenge," said Shiva hastily, as his brothers gave him a strict, tell-me-what-the-f**k-is-going-on look.
Finally, the brothers coaxed out the truth, and didn't hesitate to go to Team Raavi. Which didn't surprise him, his brothers would love nothing more than watch someone as prideful as Shiva come out as the biggest petticoat chap, as his mother lovingly put it. Speaking of which, only his mother remained neutral, and that wasn't saying much, she could flip easily. Soch Shiva. This will not do. At least make it difficult for chipkali so she would think twice before making such outrageous demands the next time.
"Aacha theek hai... main Raavi ko sabke samne ring pehen doonga," said Shiva nonchalantly, and everybody got excited. Only Raavi narrowed her eyes suspicious that he agreed so quickly.
Shiva munched on Godpaapdi, and casually said, "But, wait a sec! isn't this all so one sided? Angooti dene ka idea sochun, plan karun aur phir doon...Raavi ko bhi thoda sa mehenat karna chahiye, na? 2021 zaamane ki ladki hai, nahi?"
"Kya chal raha hai, tere kurafati dimag main, Shiva?" asked Raavi. She wanted her ring in the filmiest style... he better not back out.
"Why don't we make it interesting... lets have a friendly soccer game. All of you against me. I'll be the goalie, and if anyone of you can score a goal, I will put the ring on Raavi, in front of everyone. If not or if you backout now, then, Raavi wears the ring before we leave for the Diwali party. One ring, One ball, one goal, all of you against me. I understand completely of course, if its too much risk for Raavi..." he said casually, shrugging at the last part. She would never be able to resist a dare.
Everyone looked at Raavi in question. Oh, so that's how he wanted to play it. Bring it on. The more stubborn he got; she would return the favor. Shiva Pandya, sabke saamne toh tu hi mujhe angooti dega. Woh bhi shaan se, seena thokhke.
"Fine. I agree to your terms," said Raavi confidently, extending her arms for a handshake. "Let's shake on it?"
He shook her hand and at the same time, both of them said, "harne ke liye taiyaar?"
"Chipkali! Mera soccer ka jersey nikal ke de..." asked Shiva, coming into their room to change stopping in his tracks as he saw Raavi with her phone making odd, no, scary faces.
"Bas meri surprised face ki practice kar rahi hoon," said Raavi, explaining herself answering his silent question. When he still looked puzzled, "Girl Talk magazine main maine pada tha," clearing her throat to quote verbatim "a girl should be always prepared with a manicure and practiced expressions for proposals."
She took out his clothes and asked, "As you go down on one knee and give me the ring, should I go for a dramatic "O" face with hands on my cheeks, a soft teary-eyed look with a pout, or fall to the ground with you and cry? Keep in mind the last one is a tad dramatic but still very romantic."
"Since you aren't going to win against me of all the people, I'd say, go for a 'I-am-tired-let-me-wear-this-ring-and-go-to-bed' look," said Shiva arrogantly.
"Tu itna overconfidence laata kahan se hai? Main bhi toh jeet sakti hoon,na?" said Raavi, as she pressed his clothes to his chest, trailing a finger down his nose, kissing it trying to get a reaction out of him.
Shiva stared at her, wordlessly. "Kya hua, ghoor kya raha hai?" she asked him curiously. The Shiva she knew would have told her off to next century, never one to resist a challenge or a dare.
"Raavi, hil mat, theek hai?" he cautioned her, snaking his arm protectively around her.
"Kya hua Shiva?"
"Kuch nahi, bas, maine bas ek chipkali dekha, tu mere saath reh, hil mat"
"KYA! KAHAN? KYUN? KAB? BHAGA USKO SHIVA!!" yelled Raavi, freaking out, too scared to look anywhere.
"Chilla mat chudailon ki tarah. Dekh, teri awaaz sunke, meri taraf aa rahi hai" said Shiva as if he were commenting on a cricket match.
She skipped and hugged Shiva from behind, burying her face into his back, "Kaise aaya chipkali aandar... har raat ko tu check karta hai na mere liye?" she asked fearfully, clutching on to him for dear life. Each night Shiva checked every corner of the room for her to make sure there weren't any unwanted friends sticking on to the ceiling.
"Kaise aayi hogi? Darwaaze se, teri tarah! Kya pata teri iss angooti ke chakkar main tere saath moral support ke liye aaye ho?" said Shiva cheekily.
She let out a pathetic wail, "Taang mat kar! Aur khada kya hai Shiva, usko bhaga yahan se!"
"Theek hai, theek hai," he said, and walked, dragging her with him, "bhaga diya, dekh darkpok kahinki, mere aate hai, bhag gayi... aare Raavi tu dekh toh!" pulling her from his back to stand in front of him. He cajoled her into opening her eyes.
"Kahan thi chipkali?" asked Raavi. She wanted to make sure it was gone.
"Wahin thi" said Shiva, smirking and pointing to her reflection in the mirror.
Understanding dawned on her, and she scrunched up her face, "Tu mujhe dobi samajh ke ullu bana raha tha?!"
He laughed clearly mocking her. "Pehle tu chipkali se darna bandh kar. Fattu kahinki. Soccer main goal marne ke liye guts chahiye. Badi aayi mujhse jeetne wali!" he scoffed at her.
"Tu abhi apne aap ko embarrass karne wali hai. Ye tera pati itna aacha hai, teri saari nautanki ko jhelta, hai... chal! Bahar aajaa, harne ke liye!" before kissing her cheek, taking his clothes, and leaving her fuming at him.
The Pandya family gathered in the backyard, as Krish and Shiva set up the goal post. Only Hetal firmly said she wouldn't participate in this blood bath and went home to paint and chat with her parents on video call.
Rishita and Dhara walked up to Raavi and said, "so, what's the plan to win against Shiva?"
Though he had teased her and irritated her with his arrogance, Raavi bit her lip, not wanting to confess she didn't have a plan exactly. Shiva could hold his own against everyone in the family. "I am so desperate to win. Just now, he made fun of me... but I don't know how to win, he is pretty good at soccer. I was thinking... maybe you can all go first, and I go last? Don't you, Rishita, and Gaumbi have a good aim?"
"OMG, ye toh pakka haarne ki planning ho rahi hai" said Rishita, shocked. She bit her lip, thinking hard. Rishita decisively looked at Raavi in her 3/4 length mauve leggings and white Pandya 09 soccer jersey and she said the only thing that made sense to her, "only your beauty can save you. What does Shiva like, does he have a fetish?"
At Raavi's silence, Rishita rolled her eyes, "oh c'mon! Raavi always used to be so curious about... anyways! We are all adults here, so don't tell me you don't know what Shiva likes.... Fine, Fine, DON'T TELL ME, just think it!"
"I swear to God, if you say it, Raavi, I will throw up," said Dhara vehemently. It was one thing to answer Raavi's curious questions, because she was such a dobi without a filter with Dhara, but it was another to hear about Shiva's.... Nope, nope!
"Now that you mention it... I have a, umm, lets call it a strategy, Rishita. And yes, this involves me going last," said Raavi smiling, her eyes glinting mischievously. As they started walking, Raavi beckoned Rishita, and whispered, "Shiva is a zero-waist man," and winked.
Shiva knew Raavi and his Bhabhis would conspire against him, so he mentally warned himself to stay sharp. Raavi didn't have a hope and a prayer to win against him on merit, so he knew she would use every other trick in the book, after he mocked her few minutes ago. She wasn't above cheating to get what she wanted. Everyone in the family lined up in front of the goal post, where Shiva was standing in the middle. Suman decided she would be the umpire, tallying scores.
First in the line up was Krish, who tried to play mind games, first dancing to irritate him, then running up to the ball, then angling his leg left, but kicked right. Shiva was too smart for that and deflected the ball.
Then Dev and Gaumbi tried their luck to get in a goal. Dev tried for a shot, that touched the edge of the goal post and angled down into the net and Gaumbi tried to shoot a goal from the left side, knowing that was Shiva's non-dominant side. To nobody's surprise, Shiva deflected both those shots as well.
The brothers yelled their 'sorry Raavis', as they sat down in the lawn chairs in the shade. Raavi didn't care; she was watching Shiva, grinning like an idiot. It made her want to kiss that smile off his face. She was more determined than ever to win against her bandar.
To nobody's surprise, Dhara Di also didn't score a goal, and Raavi looked at Rishita in silent plea, saari umeed tumpe tikki hai. Rishita gave a reassuring smile, went forward to try do her best to score a goal.
Shiva was focused on Rishita Bhabhi. As his instincts warned him, Rishita Bhabhi, looked like she was going to go right, but with a flick of his feet, aimed at the left corner goal post. Shiva dived and pushed the ball away, landing on his side in the process.
He looked at Raavi, curiously. That was odd - this wasn't as twisted as he had expected it to play out. Maybe Raavi decided she would try and win honorably? Hmm, that didn't quite sound right. So... what gives?
Deciding to fish out his last opponent, he got up, and smirked at Raavi, "Just one more to go. You want to give up now? We don't ever have to mention... this incident again," implying this was all too embarrassing for her, he would take pity and never bring it up, if she gave up now. Wrong thing to say, Raavi's nose hiked up in the air and said, "I believe its my turn next."
Rishita shook Raavi's hand, to wish her good luck, as Raavi took her place in front of the ball and faced Shiva guarding the goal post. Raavi nodded, I got this, but Rishita frowned. She walked straight past Raavi to join the family resting in shade but came back rushing said, "Raavi, I think there is something on you, like a bug. Here let me see..." and she dusted the front of Raavi's shirt.
"Oh no! Help, Rishita! Please!" said Raavi, trying not to move to get rid of the bug.
"Oh, no! I think I saw it move, I think its still there..." said Rishita, vigorously shaking off the front of Raavi's shirt. "Phew! It gone! But let's make sure you are ok." She angled Raavi so her back was against the family resting in the shade, lifted the front of her shirt, tucked the front ends into sports bra, and said, "just checking that you didn't get a rash."
Shiva felt his ears turn hot, he rubbed the back of his head, as got a full view of Raavi's belly button, waist, as Rishita Bhabhi checked for a...what was she checking again? Raavi slightly rolled down the waistband of her leggings and he saw the mole below her navel. "Rishita, can you please check if something is red here, please?" pointing in the general area of her lower abdomen.
"Hmm, do you feel an itch?" asked Rishita, checking and angling Raavi which gave Shiva the splendid view of curve of her waist. The blood from his brain was rushed to his... He could hardly focus on his breathing, when the curve of her waist, her navel, that mole on her stomach were fully visible to him.
"Hmm, I feel something," sighed Raavi, her hands skimming her sides, in an effort to check if anything bit her. Just then Dhara Di, who was sitting in the back with the family in the shade, shouted, "What's taking so long...is everything ok?"
"Yes, Di, all good!" squeaked Raavi, as she subtly looked at Rishita. Immediately understanding, Rishita said, "Raavi, the first 120 seconds are critical; so, can you show Shiva, he can doublecheck there isn't a rash or swelling developing on you? I will go speak to Bhabhi, poor thing, I don't want her to walk all the way here in her condition."
Raavi went up to Shiva, and sweetly apologized, "Sorry Shiva, I just want to make sure I didn't get a bug bite, I wouldn't even ask if you weren't so precise with your vision and judgement," she grabbed his wrist, and continued, "Can you please check, here," rubbing her waist with his hand. She looked up and saw Shiva looked slightly sweaty. "You, ok Shiva? Did something bite you as well?"
"My skin feels smooth and soft... but what do you think? all good? No bumps or redness? I don't have to go to the doctor, right, it's a public holiday too?" asked Raavi, her eyebrows adorably knitting together, her hazel eyes wide, her petal soft lips ever so slightly puckering out, as she looked up at him in question.
Shiva could feel his vision blur, as he felt his fingers trace his wife's waist. He was already hard, and if he looked down and saw the peachy perfection of her skin, he was sure to do something stupid, like push her to the ground and kiss her. In exactly five seconds, he lost the battle to keep his eyes away from her waist and looked down. The soft peachy, dewy skin was begging to be kissed by him. Unable to help himself, he caressed her, fingers rubbing along the silky perfection of her skin.
"SHIVA! I don't have a bug bite, right?" asked Raavi, her voice slightly trembling, worry evident in her voice and her eyes.
"You are good," said Shiva huskily.
Raavi brightened at that and said, "Phew! Can I try to score a goal now? Please Shiva?"
"Huh?" said Shiva. He was staring at her slowly untuck the front of her shirt from her sports bra and inch by inch lower the shirt, covering herself up. His mind was swirling in images of Raavi's navel, the mole underneath, the soft curve of her waist, that supple bouncy skin that he had kissed over and over last night. His hands felt clammy, he was itching to hold her, kiss her belly button, and then go lower and sink his tongue into...
He was cruelly jolted out of his reverie, when Krish yelled, "Raavi Bhabhi scores", and his family rushed around her, and were hugging Raavi. His ears were hot, the reality jarring with his fantasy, as he looked around the ball was neatly tucked in the corner of the net where Raavi had kicked it, when he was busy mentally f**king his wife.
Breaking free of the group hug, Raavi came up to him, and just raised her eyebrows gloating in victory.
"That was amazing Raavi, I didn't know you were that good!" said Gaumbi cheerfully, as Dhara, Dev and Krish, nodded.
"Oh no Gaumbi, all that I learnt is from Shiva. I have been to few of Shiva's soccer practices in high school and one of the things the coach said to Shiva was when trying to shoot a goal, play the player not the game. I think just a few things here and there, stuck with me, I suppose," said Raavi humbly, as Shiva narrowed his eyes, glaring at her.
"Great work Raavi! Good effort Shiva! Let's party! I know the perfect song to start off the celebrations," said Rishita, dragging Raavi to dance with her as she played Kamariya from her phone.
Maddeningly, Suman laughed, patted Shiva on his arm and left to go back inside the house.
That worked out well, Raavi chuckling to herself. Shiva Pandya, never underestimate your wife. She was about to peel off her shirt, "You tease... you cheated!" yelled Shiva, barging into their room, shutting the door, and glaring at her.
"I don't know what you mean. Tsk Tsk. Its not like you to be a sore loser, Shiva" said Raavi innocently. She had expected him to come to her guns blazing, and he did not disappoint.
"I am not a sore f**king loser. You cheated! And if you didn't cheat, then let's go, lets have a re-match right here!" he said irately.
"But that's not what we agreed upon? We said, one ring, one ball, one goal. I scored that goal...just accept that I have guts to score a goal, and admit I am a good soccer player! Now, prepare to give me my wedding ring in front of everybody," said Raavi calmly knowing it would get him further riled up.
"Har cheez main cheating karti hai. Gadhedi. Cheating Chipkali."
"But all is fair in love and war, right?" asked Raavi cutely.
"Is that what this is? War for the ring?" he asked her sarcastically, "because if it is...two can play that game!" he warned her.
"Nope, this is love... this is for the love of my life's ring," she said sweetly. Somehow that didn't calm him down.
Narrowing his eyes, he stalked her, giving her a once-over, backing her into a wall, "A bug bite, my ass! This was your idea, wasn't it? You f**king knew I couldn't resist that hot body of yours. You little tease," said Shiva, hands braced on either side of the wall, trapping her.
Did Shiva expect to intimidate her with his size? And that she would cower in fear? That Raavi had gone through a huge software upgrade, and after last night she wanted him to press up all against her. He was so... anyways! She boldly pushed her hips closer, looked up at him seductively, "I really don't know what you are on about..." as if she were a stereotypical ditzy blonde, "Can you please tell me, what exactly did I do?"
Ignoring her question, "Teri pet main ek baat nahi rehti na? Rishita Bhabhi ko bhi bola na, tabhi woh unhone tera saath diya aur Kamariya ka gaana bhi baajaya?" said Shiva. She looked down and bit her lip, as he muttered, "ek number dobi hai tu!"
"Aur kuch bola?!" he asked against his better judgement.
She looked at him guiltily and nodded, "Disha aur phir, hamare kiss..." as he rolled his eyes at her. She looked up at him, as if to ask naraaz hai kya, mujhse? He wasn't mad, but he definitely wanted his pound of flesh. They would finish this game his chipkali brazenly started. She looked beyond delectable in his soccer shirt and leggings, her parted in the middle and braided. She looked so innocent, as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth, but he knew she was a nautanki prone chipkali who knew endless ways to get under his skin.
His hands went under her shirt, tucking the ends underneath her sports bra, his fingers brushing the underside of her breasts. "Let me see again if you have a...bug bite," he said, as she let out a chuckle, "Yes Doctor, can you check ASAP?". He gave a look to say quit it, but as he traced her waist slowly, hands skimming the sides, studying every curve of her hips, the atmosphere between them changed. Last night had been magical, and he couldn't wait to kiss her, love her, and hold her in his arms. Their breaths hitched in anticipation and passion to love each other. He knelt down and kissed the mole underneath her navel, charting the curve of her waist with his lips, as his fingers and tongue dipping in and out of her belly button, until she moaned and writhed.
She had no hope of resisting her handsome Shiva and nor did she want to. Last night he showed her how beautiful the physical side of their relationship could be, and she was eager to love him, take him inside her again. She loved her sexy bandar, his wicked hands and mouth. Heat pooled deep inside her as he caressed her waist with keenness of a scientist in a lab. She hiked her hips forward, her hands clutching the wall behind her, a soft moan escaping her lips, as Shiva bit her belly, pulling on the supple skin, before pressing soft open-mouthed kisses everywhere, obsessing over the moles on her navel. She tugged him back up, resting her forehead on his shoulders, and whispered, "What do you think? Did something bite me?"
He chuckled, tipped her chin up with his index finger, kissed her forehead, her eyes, her nose, the mole on her cheek, and whispered against her lips, "Unfortunately, you do have a strong case of blabber mouth. However, this Raavi-specialist wants you naked in the ten seconds...to do a full body inspection," and proceeded to strip her, tugging at her clothes, which Raavi readily complied, staring deep into his eyes. One look, one touch from Shiva, that's all it took for her to forget everything and simmer in desire for him. How had she resisted him for such a long time?
With every layer of clothing that came off her; Shiva's breathing turned uneven, as he whispered, "Baby girl, you'll drive me insane" as he devoured her with his gaze, taking in her long legs, her thighs, the triangle of her womanhood, her perfect waist, her full breasts, her hair, her face. He was twitching in desperate need to love her, be buried deep inside her, and loose himself in her magic. He caressed her waist, arm snaking to her bottom to press her closer, as she stepped to stand on his feet, as their lips met frantically.
The feel, taste of Raavi drove him wild. She was so responsive, eager, and trusting, pressing herself closer as if she couldn't get enough of him. His tongue slipped inside her mouth, mating with hers deeply until she was drowning in sensation and the taste of him. His.
She was burning in her desire to love him, as she held on to his shoulders, rubbing the back of his neck, fingers sinking into his hair pulling tightly, stinging him, as he hissed in pain hazed pleasure. He returned the favor by increasing the pressure of his lips, squeezing her bottom as she fought to kiss him harder, sucking on his tongue, pulling deeper. One hand tipped her cheek gently, angling her head higher, so he could bite her top lip, run over her teeth with his tongue. Shiva's other hand grabbed her bottom, nudging her, pushing her closer, fitting her over his hard erection. Feel what you do to me.
Her core was warm and wet, feeling his hardness, eager for his touch. Her ears felt hot, as she whimpered, and moaned, tugging his head lower to melt their lips together. Raavi took the hand on her cheek, placing them over her breast. Needing no further encouragement, he squeezed her nipple, hardening them to stiff little peaks. She panted and writhed, her head tipping back, resting her upper back on the wall, breaking their kiss.
"The first time I saw you eat those damn mangoes with chilli at the haveli in public, I knew you were a shameless tease," said Shiva, as he bent slightly, fingers sifting into her hair, holding her in place, and suckling her neck, his teeth scrapping the tender skin. Raavi let out a chuckle, "I'll eat mangoes for you...naked." Shiva growled at the last part, lifting her breasts high for his mouth, and tugged her nipple into his mouth, clamping down hard, imagining her eating mangoes naked for him, then licking and soothing the tender bruised skin, Raavi sobbed in pleasure, chanting his name repeatedly.
"More, more. I need more," she begged him, tugging on his shirt, craving the skin-to-skin contact. Grabbing her waist, he hoisted her up, and she wrapped her arms and legs around his shoulders and waist, the slightly abrasive wall, rubbing her bare back deliciously. Without breaking his assault on her neck and breasts, they removed his shirt.
As soon as Raavi got what she wanted, "You are so hot..." she murmured, as she attacked his cheeks, his neck, his shoulder blades, pressing open-mouthed kisses all over, gripping his biceps tightly like a wildcat. "At Hetal's Grade 11 summer party... you came in looking so handsome, you made me forget all my dance steps." He laughed and groaned, kneading her bottom, her hips, rubbing her curve of her back, encouraging her, and letting her explore him, as she wished. "Sweetheart, I remember that day... I was so crushed that you were leaving Somnath...you better make it up to me," She nodded, pressing kisses to his heart, pushing him backwards, and he walked stopping only when they reached the bed.
Raavi had no intention of stopping. She pressed hard kisses, muttering, I want you underneath me. Shiva tipped them backwards, till he was sitting on the bed, and Raavi was straddling his lap. She lifted herself high across his chest, running her fingers through his chest, invading his mouth with her tongue. Shiva sunk his fingers in her hair, running his hand all over her back, as she delved deep, stroking his tongue with hers, giving him everything she was, pouring out all her love and adoration for him. He kneaded, rubbed her breasts, stiffening her nipples to hard little peaks. Mewling in pleasure, and murmuring incoherently, she pushed him back, straddling his hips, letting him take her down with him. He broke the kiss, breathing heavily. She rubbed her nose against his, pecking him. In response, he nipped her chin.
Staring deep into her eyes, he laced their fingers together, and wrapped them around her waist, her hands twisting backwards with him. "Hold me tight Shiva, I am making it all up to you," she whispered, before kissing him and began to slowly move her hips in circular, and back and forth motion, grinding against his shaft. His eyes widened in surprise, growled her name in a vibrating prayer. Should I stop? her eyes asked, teasing him. Nautanki kar rahi hai, na? his eyes flashed in response, biting her breast. She tugged the remainder of his clothes off, increasing the pace of the grinding.
Shiva had never known torture like this. Raavi was driving him crazy the way she was grinding on him. He locked her lips with hers, moaned her name, begging her to stop, to go harder, his hands roaming all over her. He slipped his hands between them, finding her clit, rubbing in the same tempo and rhythm that she was grinding on him. His lips caught her nipple, and his hand went lower, and he found her soaked, wet core, ready for him.
"Shiva, Shiva, help..." she moved on him, arching her spine on the brink of losing her mind. He cupped her bottom, lifting her. He looked into her eyes and said, "ride me". She looked at him momentarily before comprehension dawned on her, and she silently pleaded for help. He whispered to her using love words, sex words, and she reached for his twitching, leaking erection, and impaled herself on him, both of them letting out a guttural moan.
"Help me..." Raavi whimpered, raising her hips and came down on him, closing her eyes, head tipping back, hissing at the extreme fullness of Shiva inside her.
He looked deep into her eyes, giving her wings to fly, to take control and give him pleasure and love him. "Easy, Chipkali, let me show you," he wrapped his arms around her and showed her the pace and rhythm, and Raavi was riding him, taking him deep inside her, giving him the greatest pleasure of his life. Every time, she came down on him she took all of him.
"Yes, god, yes, that's it baby, you are so good, keep doing that, you are f**king perfect," he encouraged her, nuzzling her neck. Unable to control the rhythm, she rode him hard and fast, and he tugged her nipples into his mouth suckling as she worked herself on him, running her hands all over him, moaning and grunting at every thrust. She was close but he wanted to prolong the last few seconds to minutes and draw out every drop of pleasure from her.
"Sweetheart, stop" he choked out, reaching down to cup her bottom, muttering love words, sex words to ease her. She yanked the hair spilling on his forehead, protesting in disagreement but she didn't move. Feel me around you, my love.
In one swift second, he flipped her, and pulled out. "SHIVAA", she let out an angry protest, biting his bicep. "I want you inside me, right now," she said desperately, reaching to grab his slick length. Did he not know how shameless she was when it came to him? He kissed her to quieten her, and worked his way down, not stopping until he found the throbbing nub. She was begging for her release, her body slick with perspiration and desire to hold him. He went lower, sinking his tongue into her, kissing, licking, tasting the soft, wet folds. She let out a breathy moans, her breath coming out in short puffs, her back curving, her hands digging into his hair and his back.
"Please Shiva, gadheda, come back inside-Ahhhh..." she whimpered, her fingernails digging into his back, leaving her mark on him, pulling him upwards. He reached forward to blindly kiss her. "I need you Shiva, love me for all eternity and never let me go."
Ever so slowly, he entered her again, his hardness stretching her deliciously, causing her to cry out in relief at feeling him inside her. He began to thrust slowly in a steady rhythm contrasting with her fast pace; she left kisses all over his face, biting his bottom lip, licking his throat murmuring that he could go soft and slow with her later.
Unhindered by her pleas, his mouth softly licked her nipple, swirling his tongue, tugging sweetly, saying, he wanted to love her a long time. In contrast, she dug her heels into his back, gripped his biceps, nails digging painfully, urging him to go harder, even deeper. "Baby, Shiva, more," gasped Raavi, moaning at the havoc he was wreaking on her body yet just wanting more of him. Hazel meeting onyx eyes as Shiva thrust steadily, whispering how beautiful she was, how she was the only one who could take all of him, loving her with reverence, as she writhed, her body holding on to him hungrily. Sensation kept building, until powerful climax unearthed deep inside her, wringing pleasure from every cell of her body. At last, Raavi collapsed, shaking in the power of her climax. Shiva plunged, once, twice, then let out a savage cry spilling every last drop of himself inside her. "I am never letting you go, sweetheart. Tu sirf mere hisse main aati hain. I love you, Raavi."
Raavi held him in place, atop her, hugging him to her. She relished the feeling of his weight, his face buried deep in her neck, pressing her down, breathing in the fragrances of sweat, musk and intimacy. Hers. Only hers. All hers. "I love you, Shiva," said Raavi, her fingers gently stroking his face. He was as important to her as breathing. Eventually, he released her, replacing himself with a blanket, and rolling off to clean her, making sure she was taken care of.
When he came back under the covers, he pulled her over him, pushing her hair back, and teasingly asked her, "where on earth did you learn to grind like that?" Raavi flushed bright red, and buried her face in his neck, shaking her head to indicate she wouldn't tell him anything.
"Tell me..." he coaxed her, his fingers gliding over her stomach and back affectionately.
"There was a friend of Hetal's in university, who- um- talked about it at a sleepover. And then, I—this is too embarrassing!" she mumbled shaking her head to indicate she wouldn't say anything else.
"C'mon chipkali... its just me," he cajoled her into spilling the beans, "I know you are dying to tell me, remember I diagnosed you with a strong case of blabber mouth?"
"Don't tease me! And then I—I watched films because I was so curious..." said Raavi, her voice muffled from being buried deep into his neck.
He chuckled, "You are so sweet, passionate, and loving... There is nothing wrong with being aware of your sexuality. I, for one, love it."
She kept her flaming face buried in his neck, refusing to look up at him. Minutes of cajoling, teasing quips later, she got over it. She pressed a kiss to his chest and hoisted herself up, playfully and tenderly bumping her forehead to his.
"Kya hai?" he asked, softly.
"If this is the result, then I'm always cheating. Arent you glad you are going to put a ring on it, tonight?" she said smiling and winking. She couldn't wait to see how he had planned to give her the ring.
"Hmmm, I think I won this round, because you came before me," said Shiva, teasing her, rubbing the mole on her cheek.
"Not fair, I didn't know we were still playing the game. In that case, I want a rematch," said Raavi, blushing, her soft brown eyes crinkling up, ready to take on the challenge.
"Oh! Toh ab TUJHE rematch chahiye? Aur tu ne jo kiya, bahar, woh fair tha?" asked Shiva as she colored with a 'point-taken' expression, "but, lets quit while we are ahead, sweetheart, otherwise, you will miss the party," How else will you get the ring?
Hmmm, grumbled Raavi, "you just don't want to lose to me," as Shiva pressed a kiss to the corner of her lips, snuggled her deeper into his arms and whispered, "The best games are worth losing to my cheating chipkali."