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| Vivaan |
It was her, leaning on the bathroom door, but my hands hesitated to unmute the microphone because the very next moment my eyes laid on her and-
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"Wanna see what I'm wearing underneath all this?" She said and before I could react-
She slowly untied the knot of her bathrobe, and what I saw next finally made me lose consciousness. She was wearing black lacy lingerie.
"Sir, please unmute. Why do you look so nervous? We haven't seen you like this before. Why are you sweating?" one of my employees asked. I gulped, blinked my eyes, and stammered in reply, "Um, ye- yeah, I'll be fine in just a minute."
I lowered the laptop and then muting myself, asked her, "What are you doing?"
"What? What am I doing? I'm just doing what I said. I'm not telling you to leave your meeting; you can gladly attend it," she said, smirking. Wow, this woman knew how to play hard.
She came forward, and my eyes looked up at her, making me gulp. She placed her forefinger on my chin and moved closer to my face with just an inch gap. My eyes were on her whole figure, the way her bosoms were trying to bulge out from that tight lingerie.
Before I could react, she opened the laptop carefully and then moved backward, saying, "Attend your meeting; it's very important to you," in a mocking tone.
In all of this, I forgot to drink the water, so I raised the glass to my mouth. The water was dripping down to my jaw and neck, drenching my T-shirt, and that's when I heard her saying, "Careful, husband."
Careful, huh? What a cunning woman she is, testing my patience. My wife really wants to attend my funeral the night we married because she removed the bathrobe.
Yes she fucking removed that bathrobe and with that all my sanity left my soul.
My heart raced as I laid eyes on her in that enticing lingerie. She looked absolutely breathtaking. Every curve, every detail of her body was accentuated, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire.
The lace and satin clung to her in all the right places, and it was as if a spell had been cast on me. My breath caught, and I knew that the meeting and any other concerns had become insignificant in that moment.
All I wanted was to be close to her, to touch her, to make her mine.
| Author |
His desires were consuming him. The intensity of his longing for her was overpowering; every fiber of his being ached to hold her close, to kiss her passionately, and to explore every inch of her body.
The mere thought of being with her intimately was enough to send shivers down his spine. Seeing her like this was making him totally restless. He craved the connection, the intimacy, the sensation of their bodies entwined, and the fiery desire that burned within him.
"Sir, please unmute. It's been ten minutes," an employee replied.
But he couldn't, because how could he shift his focus to something else when the scenery in front of him was so captivating? She removed her bathrobe, revealing her curves, and walked seductively towards him.
She stopped at a safe distance and said, "My work is done. Goodbye," waving her fingers seductively at him.
"To hell with the meeting. All I want is you right now," he said, ending the meeting and leaving everything behind.
He couldn't control himself, grabbing her hands from behind to stop her from going back to the bathroom.
She took her hand back and asked, "What?"
He pinned her against the nearby wall, more like slamming her harshly.
"Do you want tomorrow's newspaper headlines to read 'Mr. Vivaan Oberoi died of a cardiac arrest' because that's what's going to happen to me if I see you like this for one more second," he said, gazing straight into her eyes.
"That's why I'm going to change," she said, placing her palm on his chest, trying to create some distance.
But instead of moving back, he came closer, pinning her hand above her head on the wall. He pressed his body against hers with as much force as he could, making her hiss,
"Vivaan, my-"
"Do your breasts ache? Don't worry, after tonight, they will be swollen up. You've done enough," he replied with a big smirk highlighted on his big face.
"I want you so bad. You seem more sensitive than usual" he said tracing her curves.
"Do you think you can get away with what you started? Never. Do you think you can leave me after turning me on? Now, arrange for some pills to ease the pain tomorrow morning, and take this lingerie off, and let me devour you," he said.
But she didn't even flinch until she felt something hard touching her belly, at which point her eyes widened, realizing his condition.
"Handle this now," he said in a cold tone.
"I am not going to" she said, but soon her lips were captured by him, with one hand holding her wrist and the other on her waist.
He was kissing her hungrily, as if he hadn't kissed her in a month. He was devouring her lower lip like a beast, causing her to moan.
"Do I look like I'm messing around? I am going to fuck you hard tonight" he said making her go all silent.
"I'm going to tear this cloth apart so that you'll remember to never wear it again because I hate it," he remarked, making her feel confused.
Didn't he like this version of her? She had done it for him.
"I did it to surprise you, to make you happy."
"For making me happy, you don't need to wear such clothes. I'd be more than happy to see you in nothing."
He said in his deep, husky voice, which sent shivers down her spine, making her feel hot, maybe even wet. His arousal was already making her wet, and his desires were only intensifying it.
"That day, you gave me that dress, and I thought it might be in your fantasies."
"Don't talk about my fantasies. You don't even have the slightest idea about what I want to do with you.
As for that clothing, darling, after that day, I swore never to give it to you again because either I want to see you in the most beautiful clothes or nothing at all, not in between," he said huskily, moving his finger on her exposed cleavage.
"Tell me about your fantasies," she asked, wrapping her arms around his neck as he pulled her closer, covering his hands around her waist.
"But then I want to turn them into reality," he said, licking her earlobe from behind.
"Indeed, we will," she replied hesitatingly.
With one finger, he caressed her lower lip, while his other hand moved down to her buttocks. Soon, she was pinned to the wall again, with his fingers trailing down to the cleavage beneath that sheer, thin piece of cloth.
"I want you beneath me, completely exposed, with not a single piece of cloth covering you. I want my fingers inside you. Oh, you're going to look incredibly beautiful like that, with your desire spreading all over my face.
I'll be kissing you passionately from your bosom to down there. I'll be the one to give you pleasure and relieve your arousal."
Saying that, he began to trace his whole palm inside her lingerie up to her bosom, while she was just beginning to feel the sensations.
In that moment, her thoughts raced with desire. She longed for his touch, craving the intensity of his caress. Her body quivered with anticipation as his fingers brushed her lower lip, while his hand explored the curves of her buttocks.
"I would gladly tear away your clothes, exposing your small, soft nipples. I want to suck on them passionately, so you understand the consequences you'll face after driving me to such desperation," he said, and she was lost in his words, feeling a growing arousal as he untied the knot of her lingerie.
He slowly removed the piece of fabric that had been hindering his access. Without giving her a chance to react, he kissed her, or rather, it felt as if he were savoring her like a fine meal.
"You look good, enough to eat." He said smirking making her feel nervous .
| Amisha | (a short pov)
I want to be loved by him, bared to his hungry gaze, without a single garment concealing me. I ache for his fingers inside me, for the ecstasy of his mouth exploring every inch of my body.
I can't wait for the pleasure he promises to give, to lose myself in the waves of delight he'll bring, and to feel his hands and lips on me. Goosebumps covered my body as my bosom pressed against his chest.
I gasped a little, and my nipples became erect. I felt him smirking through the kiss, and he took the opportunity to insert his tongue, exploring every inch of my mouth.
The kiss was deep, incredibly erotic, a full, spicy experience for me. I felt an intense wave of pleasure, as if I were on cloud nine, and my lips started moving in sync with his, completely captivated by the sensation.
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Soon, the lingerie, along with his clothes, was on the floor with her underneath him, all exposed. His abs were making her weaker, while his fingers were moving closer to her inner thighs, making her breath catch and her voice unable to escape her throat.
"Stop me if you feel hurt or uncomfortable," he said.
She cupped his cheeks and replied, "I know you would never hurt me. This time, I trust you."
He was so happy in that moment that he wanted to shout to the world that his Amisha, his Meeshah, was trusting him and allowing him to make her his once again, with her permission. He was beyond happy.
"I would never hurt you, Meeshah," he said, pecking her lips.
"Tonight, it's just you and me," he whispered in her ear, licking her earlobe and soon biting it, making her moan.
"Hands behind your back and spread your legs wide for me" he commanded and she did as she was told.
Pressing his hard chest against her soft bosom, he moved his hand down to her thighs while his mouth continued its work, leaving hickeys on her collarbone as he kissed them.
He began moving toward her collarbone, kissing it and whispering, "You're so beautiful, Meeshah. I love you so much."
He wanted to ensure she felt no insecurity. He kissed her neck, moving downwards to her belly while one of his hands caressed her left breast.
"How tempting you look with my marks all over you," he said, kissing one of her moles on her collarbone.
"You know how desperately I want to kiss all of your moles. Let me find them."
She felt sensual as her hands moved to his bare chest, and she kissed him there.
Kissing from her jaw to her collarbone, he moved down to her chest and soon found another mole between her breasts on the right corner of her left breast, one on her neck and the other two on her left shoulder.
He feasted on them, and then moving up towards her breast, biting one with his mouth and squeezing the other with his hand. She moaned, "Vivaan, slow."
He stood up, which made her frown.
"What are you doing? You can't leave me like this," she said. Of course, he can't, making her wet and eager.
"I'm not going anywhere ,leaving you like this, wifey" he said seductively, bending down to her reclined figure on the bed, his fingers tracing over her wet clit.
"You're so wet. Let me be absorbent, so I can soak up your moisture," he said.
(Absorbent =hygroscopic tbh I thought of this line during my chemistry class 💀)
While she was lost in his words, he took the opportunity to insert his two long fingers inside her.
"Ahh, Vivaan..."
"Yes, moan for me."
He had her lie flat and spread her legs. As she was on the brink of orgasm, her thoughts were interrupted when he thrust his fingers inside her.
"So intense, so hard."
"Ahh," she moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders.
"Tell me how much you want me," he said.
"Ahh... Vivaan, stop teasing me," she said, her nails digging into his skin, a mixture of pain and pleasure.
"Tell me," he asked in his deep voice.
"I'm needy for you Vivaan Oberoi. I want your love on me," she replied because she couldn't be left hanging like this.
"Don't close your eyes. Feel my touch, feel me tonight," he said, moving away from her and removing his underwear.
She was breathing heavily; orgasm finally overtook her as she crawled backward to give him space.
Hovering over her, he said, "I want you to scream my name louder tonight when I'm making love to you with me inside you."
She was amazed. Was he the man she had been with for the past weeks? He was completely changed, fully dominating over her.
His dominance was taking control of her, while her desire was taking control of him.
"Open your mouth for me, jaan." He said and inserted his tongue in devouring each and every inch of her mouth making her feel high.
Her excitement was building as he grabbed both of her breasts, caressing and playing with them.
Her stomach flipped when he began licking her bare belly, moving down to her clit. She released an exaggerated sigh when he was introduced to her wetness.
Soon, she started hovering over him. He didn't say anything to her, letting her do whatever she wanted. He didn't utter a word because he wanted to ensure she was comfortable and willing. He wanted her to feel happy, but then he turned their positions opposite.
"Don't you think this position is perfect now?" he asked.
"I hate that you want to dominate me," she responded.
"Don't ever say you hate me, Meeshah," he said sternly.
She gulped hard, hearing his deep, intimidating voice and nodded at him.
Soon, he thrust inside her.
"Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby." He said when she was again and again closing her eyes due to pain.
She clutched the bedsheets and his hair, trying to control the pain. She was trying hard not to whimper in pain, knowing he would stop. However, she couldn't help but moan.
"Ahh, Vivaan, slow down."
"Don't worry, it will be over soon," he whispered, "My woman, only mine," he said, biting her nipples and intensifying his thrusts.
She was moaning so much, but suddenly he stopped and asked, "Is it hurting too much? Should I stop here?"
"No, don't stop. Just go a little slower," she replied and he wiped off her tears.
"Hmm, don't worry. It will be over soon."
"It's coming, it's coming, Vivaan."
Soon, she climaxed, making him feel proud. He moved upward, inserting his face between her breasts, pressing both of her nipples and leaving marks on her chest.
"Shit, you came pretty quickly."
Suddenly, she said, "Stop dominating over me; I also want to mark you."
"I'm all yours," he answered, kissing her jaw.
She hovered over him and bit his neck. He couldn't help but moan.
"Ahh... Meeshah."
She was so immersed that she didn't realize she was literally nibbling on the boy's skin.
"Meeshah, you're eating me. Stop."
"No, your skin is so soft. What do you apply on your skin, huh? No other woman should touch what's mine, and you allowed that bloody Sakhi to touch you."
"Are you still holding onto that, Meeshah? Are you taking revenge on me?" he asked while she was nibbling his skin.
Soon, she moved down, and he said, "I am sorry for that. Please stop punishing me. Oh God, Meeshha, don't go down there, please."
He suddenly grabbed her hand, turned her under him, and pressed his chest against her swollen breasts and his manhood against her womanhood.
"You cheater."
He chuckled a little, kissed her one last time before drifting off to sleep, and whispered, "You're mine, only mine. I love you so much, so damn much."
"I love you too," she answered.
Wrapping their naked bodies in a white blanket, he covered her with his arms and then said, "I don't think I'll let you sleep."
"Can't we?" she asked.
"Do you want to?" he asked, and she nodded at him.
The night went on longer than both of them expected it to be with him whispering
"Your lips,my lips ,apacalypse" seductively in her ear and nibbling on her earlobe.
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"Is it aching so much?" he asked, caressing her belly softly.
"Hmm," she said in a low voice.
Very soon, he picked her up in his arms. Before she could say anything, he placed his finger on her lips, silencing her, and said, "Shh, I'll take very good care of you, and maybe more, too," and winked.
Another session in the bathtub.
Finally, both of them became one. She was his in every sense, and he was hers.
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1.5 years later-
He was bewitched as if she had casted a spell over him seeing his cute pregnant wife descending down the stair with her round belly she was looking super cute to him. His Adams apple bobbing making her feel hot.
| Amisha |
As soon as the smell of papdi chaat and pani puri reached me, my nostrils flared up, and twirling in my place, I swiftly descended down the stairs. There, I saw my man who had brought me the food.
He outstretched his arms as if asking for a hug, and I ran to him with small steps, grabbing the polythene from his hands, which made his lips curve downward. I chuckled a little and then asked, "Did you really buy this for me?"
"Who else would I bring this for?" he said and removed his blazer.
"Yeah, right. No other woman is going to give you attention. It's just me who is foolish," I said, looking at him, earning an "are you serious" look from him.
"No, really, I am shocked to see you bringing this because it's unhygienic according to you."
He came to me, lightly grabbing my waist.
He placed a small kiss on my eyelids, just like always, which never failed to give me butterflies, and said, "I still think the same. It's just that you were craving them for the last two weeks. You even ate my hand, thinking it was a pani puri while sleeping, if you remember."
I playfully hit his arm as he dared to make me feel embarrassed. He kneeled down to my belly and kissed it, whispering, "When will you come out, baby? As soon as you'll come out, I'll be able to enter inside your mom."
My eyes widened listening to his statement, and I blushed, turning my cheeks all red. This man was really going too far, day by day, hour by hour. He was literally saying this to our baby even before his/her birth. I grabbed his ear tightly, making him whimper.
"You shameless jerk! What are you saying in front of my kid?"
"Our baby, honey, it's ours. I have given 90% effort in this." Oh God, was he really going to count his part in this?
"Shut up and let me fill my tummy. Let me feed my baby."
I said and moved to the dining table, and one of the maids unpacked the food for me. That's when my eyes landed on the bigger baby in front of me. Sometimes I wonder how will I handle two babies. Looking at me with puppy eyes, I knew what he wanted.
"Baby,"
"Don't say that" I said, pointing my finger at him. No matter what, I can never bring myself to hear that word. It makes me cringe. I am going to use this word for our baby, not for myself.
"My tesoro."
"Meeshah," no, no, I won't give in today.
"Jaan."
"My heart," he said seductively, and my patience finally broke.
Grabbing one puri, I filled it up with aloo and water and fed him. This is it. I hate this. He lectures me on how unhygienic this food is, but every time he brings this, he eats 60% of it.
"I hate you," I said, making a pout, and he quickly pecked my forehead, mumbling, "cute."
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"Vivaan, come fast," Shalini said on the call, sounding panicked.
"What happened, Mom? Tell me, and please calm down," he asked.
"It's time; she's in the operating room. Come fast," listening to this, he hastily grabbed his car keys and rushed to the hospital.
Soon, the doctors came out and said, "Congratulations, it's a boy, and your wife is also fine, just a little weak."
As soon as he entered the room and saw his love sleeping, he was very careful, knowing she had just gone through the most challenging moment of her life.
When his eyes landed on his baby boy, he experienced a wide range of emotions. His heart swelled with joy, excitement, love, anxiety, and a profound sense of responsibility as he gazed at the baby. He stood near the wooden cradle in which his baby was sleeping.
He gently took the baby into his arms, tears of happiness welling up in his eyes. He measured the baby's small fingers with his pinky finger and said, "Oh, my baby, you're so small."
"Or else, what did you expect him to be?" Shalini teased when amisha noticed him and Shalini went out to give them some space.
She was awake and stretched out her arms, asking for her baby. He moved towards the bed and placed the baby near her. She, too, was experiencing a mix of emotions, including joy, relief, and a deep sense of love for her child.
She was physically drained but incredibly proud of the new life she had brought into the world. She caressed her baby and leaned in to kiss his forehead. He kissed her forehead in return.
"He's so soft, Vivaan, see?" she said, and he marveled at the beautiful scene. It was the most beautiful moment of his life.
"I know, and I am so proud of you," he said as he wiped away her tears.
"He'll call me 'Mumma,' Vivaan, and you 'Papa,'" she said, her eyes beaming with joy and excitement, filled with love.
"Thank you for giving me the most beautiful gift of my life," he said and pecked her on the lips.
"My heart," he said.
"My family" she replied.
"Our Vihansh, that's his name," he said, taking Vihansh in his arms and hiding him in his arms.
She caressed Vihansh's forehead and said, "I love both of you so much."
"You are my family. Finally, I have a complete family. You both are my soul." He said when she wiped off his tears.
"Together" He said, bringing his pinky finger in front of her.
"Forever," she replied, joining her pinky with his, making it a promise.
He learned the difference between love and obsession, but did his obsession ever wane? No, it never did because he had become obsessed with her at first sight.
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