AR had been quite busy these past few weeks, preparing for its new line. Things had been quite hectic and work never seemed to stop for us. I mean even when we went home, work followed us too. It somewhat didn't give us time to spend with each other, well, unless it involved work; then we definitely had time to spend together.
It was late in the evening, and Arnav and I remained behind in the office. I had been working away on the budget of the upcoming show, and honestly, this thing is really becoming a pain in the butt. But 9 o'clock was rolling around and it was getting late, so I was no longer going to let it bother me. Leaving work behind, I grabbed my bag and made my way over to Arnav, only to find him still busy with work.
"Arnav, come on, it's 9 already," I said, going over to him.
Arnav let out a sigh and leaned back in his chair. "I know, I know," and he shut his eyes.
Poor guy, he looks so stressed.
Going over to him, I placed myself in his lap and a smile immediately presented itself on his face. He opened his eyes and looked down at me, and ugh, he just looked perfect!
"What would I do without you," he smiled softly.
"Um," I pretended to go into thought. "You'd totally be lost."
"Probably," he chuckled.
"Most definitely," I teased.
Neither of us said anything for a moment, when Arnav reached out a tucked my hair behind my ear. "Hi."
"Um... hi?"
"I feel like I haven't seen you properly these past couple of days," he smiled softly.
Well, he did have a point. I mean we've been so busy with work, we really haven't had some alone time.
I placed my hand over his waistcoat, toying with the buttons. "I miss you," I nearly whispered with a small pout.
Don't make fun of me, its true, and I don't care if I'm acting like a baby :P
"I miss you, too," Arnav replied, and he kissed me.
I don't know what it was, but for some reason, this kiss was electrifying. I mean, even though we haven't been so hubby-wifey the past few days, we definitely had a few kisses here and there. But now that I think about it, they were only like a few pecks and nothing like what it used to be prior of that. Now this, what's happening right now, is totally like one of those like the old days.
And it was leading up to something we hadn't done in quite some time, and as I'm being hoisted up and hearing things being moved from the table and falling to the floor, I was getting excited. I mean yeah, on a normal day I'd totally be against having sex in the office, but now after all the stressful amount of work and barely getting time to spend with each other, I had no objections. Heck, I was tossing things off of his desk too, and the sexy grin on his face was definitely some bonus points.
Clothes flew this way and that way and my poor underwear was torn, earning Arnav a light smack on his arm.
"How many more times do I have to tell you to not do that," I scowled.
Honestly, this man has begun a bad habit of ripping my panties, especially the lace ones, which he supposedly loves on me very much.
"Um, I don't know, I'll buy you new ones."
"Why bother, you'll only rip them again," I said sarcastically.
"Good, then it'll make things easier for me."
"Arn-ahv!"
Damn it, he always did this too, cutting me off while in the middle of saying his name and just thrusting within me. He especially started to do it more when I began my birth control pills. It was by Payal's recommendation that I had gone to the doctors to get them, because I mean why not? Of course, one should always use condoms no matter what, and Arnav and I would, but to be honest, most of the times, we wouldn't, which I'm sure my doctor wouldn't be too happy about at all but oh well.
"Eyes on me Khushi me."
Slowly opening my eyes, I looked up at Arnav and ugh, I missed this sexy face of his. Reaching up, I pulled him down to me and kissed him as he pumped within me. My legs wrapped themselves around his waist, urging him closer to me. I needed this, and I needed this desperately! And given Arnav's actions, it was clear that he needed this too, badly so. His speed began to increase and I could feel my body rising. His breathing turned harsh and I knew he was reaching his point as well. This was going to be fast and quick and I didn't care at all, I just needed him desperately. Within a matter of moments, both of us peaked and crashed, our cries filling up the room.
Arnav came crashing down on my chest, still buried within me. His warm breath felt so good against my damp flesh. Neither of us said anything, just holding onto each other as we came down from our high. Several moments passed, when Arnav finally lifted himself up and placed a kiss on each nipple, and me being the besharam I am, wanted him again.
Arnav groaned against my chest. "Oh no you don't wifey, don't you grip on my cock like that again."
His naughty words made my body react again and I felt him hardening, ready to go again.
"Oh Khushi, what have I done to you," he chuckled.
I don't think he realizes that he's only making me want him more- ah, nope, now he does know since my insides have clenched against him again.
"Don't we need to go home," he teased.
Home-schmome, there's time for that, now sex me up dammit!
Don't judge me, I'm horny and I want my husband again, there's nothing wrong with that.
Arnav picked me up, still buried within me, and sat down in his chair. "Ride me baby."
Sexy husband say what now?
There was a gleam, glinting away in his eyes and it totally had an affect on me. We both knew it, especially when he let out a throaty groan when my insides clenched again. And as turned on as I was, I was now also scared way out of my mind! Me? Ride him?! I can't do that- okay yeah I can, but I can't do that I mean... I mean... I'm too shy! And I've never done this before!
I buried my face within Arnav's neck to hide my burning red face. I mean it was already red from our quickie, but now it was burning from embarrassment! Arnav placed one hand in my hair, the other at my lower back and slowly moved it up and down along my back, comforting me. It definitely helped stop the burning feeling in my cheeks and I pulled back and looked at him. Love was in his eyes and all I could think of was that I wanted him.
So gathering what little courage I could and remembering what I had read online about this position, I straightened myself and began to grind my hips. It was a nice and steady pace, and I couldn't remove my gaze off of Arnav. He moved his hand away from my hair and brought it down to my waist, the other hand sliding over to grip the other side. He brought his lips to mine, and it somehow managed to give me energy. I found myself beginning to move faster, rocking against him. His hold on me helped and supported me, making it easier to move along him.
My body began to rise, and I knew I was about to be a goner! It was hard to keep my eyes open, no matter how many times Arnav told me to look at him. Within seconds, I crashed, exploding around him. I could feel my thighs aching as I came down from my high, reminding me of another thing I had read.
Note to self: do some squats daily and wear his t-shirt tonight.
I felt Arnav pick me up, pulling out of me. I was still a little hazy from my last orgasm but when I felt myself being bent over, I snapped out of it really quick! The coolness of his desk was very welcoming, helping me to further snap back to reality. I felt Arnav behind me and I knew exactly what was to come, so getting a proper hold to support myself, I pushed back against Arnav and allowed him to bury himself fully within me.
I have to admit, this was one of my favorite positions and I can't even explain why. Don't get me wrong, I love being able to see Arnav's face and see his features screw up when he's about to orgasm, but this position was just honestly mind blowing and I mean literally. After doing it the first time on the plane, we had done it again the first night we were home, and Arnav had counted that I had orgasmed seven times alone in that position. Seven! I wasn't even aware of it because I was in such a haze but when I had later googled it and found out it was totally normal, I relaxed and felt really good about myself.
But the best part about this position was Arnav's reactions. I mean every time he was about to cum, he would grip onto me tightly, start biting me - just simply put, get rough with me, and I loved it. I even got spanked once and you would think I would be completely shocked, but no, I moaned instead and wanted more. Me! Me!
I know, I'm a total slut with my husband, trust me, I know. You should've seen me the first time I gave him a blowjob and swallowed up his cum.
Mm hmm, your girl is no longer a girl, but kick ass woman!
Oh and the hickies! Oh, the hickies! I was guaranteed to have one somewhere on my shoulder, due to his biting, and I freaking loved it! The only time I ever got slightly upset with it was when my dumbass forgot to cover it and the paparazzi somehow managed to get a shot of me with it, and began to wonder if Arnav was "abusive", which was absolutely preposterous! I mean it was just one magazine that tried to make Arnav seem like this bad guy, while every other publisher was teasing us. Honestly, I wanted to give them a piece of my mind but it was Arnav who had stopped me from doing anything.
Sigh, this man... I love him-!
Suddenly I was taken out of my thoughts as Arnav wrapped my hair around his hand and pulled me back to him.
"Someone's distracted," he breathed in my ear.
Holy fuck, he's going to make me cum if he continues to speak like that!
"I was only thinking of how much I love you," I replied, my tone matching his.
"How much do you love me?"
"A lot."
Arnav thrusted within me sharply, hitting that oh so sweet spot, bringing a cry out of my lips.
"How much?"
"Very much."
He sharply thrusted with me again, making me cry out once more and my body quiver.
"How much?"
"Arnav!"
"How much baby," and he nipped at my shoulder.
I felt myself constrict around him and I was about to be goner once more. "Arnav!"
"Answer me baby, how much?"
I could feel him slow down, taking my high away from me. "Arnav please!"
"How much?"
"So much, it makes my heart hurt!"
He picked up his pace again, bringing back my release. Hearing his harsh breathing, I knew he was about to cum, so I began to move faster along with him.
"I want you to cum in my mouth," I whispered.
Arnav pulled out of me and I quickly turned around and got on my knees, and placed him in my mouth. Warm liquid gushed within it and I quickly swallowed it as I pushed him deeper into my mouth until he hit the back of my throat. Arnav gripped onto my hair and I moaned around him, taking every last drop he had to offer, bringing my hands around him to milk him. With a pop, I let him out of my mouth and Arnav crashed down onto his chair, shutting his eyes as he breathed heavily.
I don't know why, but for some reason I would always turn into this vixen in the middle of sex. I really don't know how, but I do. And to be honest, I liked her, I liked her a lot! It was like letting an animal out of its cage and being free! I loved it, and I knew Arnav sure as hell loved it.
"Khushi."
I looked up at him. "Hmm?"
He held his hand out to me so I took it and sat in his lap. He buried his nose in my hair, nuzzling me.
"I love you so much that it makes my heart hurt, as well."
Arnav...
Caressing his cheek in my hand, I reached up and kissed his forehead. He kissed my forehead in return and then both of us just sat there, soaked up in sweat in a room with sex in the air, a whole bunch of papers on the ground, and clothes thrown everywhere - sated, happy, and above all, in love.
Friday, December 28, 2018
Thursday, December 20, 2018
Chapter Thirty
With dinner complete, Arnav dropped Buaji home, even though she continuously insisted she could make it home alone. But my husband being the way he is didn't listen to a single word she said, took her in his car, and drove her home. It didn't even take her long to text me and tell me that my husband was something else and I totally agree.
But there were other things on my mind. Having told Buaji about our revelations, the thoughts still stuck to mind. It is interesting how these two negative occurrences happened around the same time of our lives. And thinking about it more now, Buaji's right - my thought of my birth mother possibly being that woman just wasn't possible; I mean crossing the Atlantic isn't like crossing the street. So when I was 18 and my family had hired the private investigator, Arnav would've been about 22, meaning he would've already been involved with her for about six years. But the PI jad said my birth mother had been living in Miami for years, so Buaji's right - it just isn't possible.
Ugh, I hate those two, I hate them with a passion! They both can go to-!
"Someone's a little heated."
Snapping out of my thoughts, I turned around to see Arnav. "Oh, when did you return?"
"Just now," and he shut the doors behind him.
Arnav came over to me, sitting beside me in bed. I had already changed into my nightwear, but simply couldn't fall asleep not just because of these thoughts, but because Arnav wasn't home yet.
"Care to explain why have such an angry expression covering your sweet face," he asked.
I shook my head, unable to help my small smile at his comment. "It's nothing, just... anyways, Buaji didn't say anything stupid did she?"
"No, just a few small things, that's all."
"A few small things? Like what?"
"Nothing just... anyways, are you going to stop avoiding what I asked of you?"
Seriously? "Ha, ha, not funny. Now answer me."
"Only if you'll answer my question first."
"But I asked first."
"Did not."
"Did too."
I totally did not, but this will hopefully distract him.
Arnav sighed, leaning back and crossing his arms. "Why won't you just tell me what's bothering you Khushi? I thought we were going to be honest with each other."
"I...." Damn it!
I huddled underneath the covers, bringing my knees closer to me. Arnav placed his arm around me and I laid my head on his shoulder. Neither of us said anything for a moment, silence surrounding us.
"I don't like her," I finally muttered.
"Who?"
"That... that... that child molester!"
I pulled away from him, wrapping my arms around myself. From the corner of my eyes, I could see that Arnav was shocked by my tiny outburst, but he quickly recovered and reached out for my hand, taking it in his.
"What she did to you... to just go up to you and take advantage of you... its just disgusting! She's as horrible- no! She's more horrible than the woman who gave birth to me."
When Arnav didn't say anything, I turned to him. He was simply looking down with no expression on his face. But even if he wasn't displaying anything, I knew that he was really feeling something.
It wasn't that I wanted to upset him, but thinking about those women just made me so enraged and I... fuck!
Moving over, I straddled him and held his face in my hands, but he wouldn't look at me.
"Arnav?"
When his eyes finally met mine, I saw the mix of emotions he felt within him. It made my heart constrict, and I truly felt bad.
"I'm sorry, I didn't want to upset you," and I hugged him, burying my face in his neck.
"I'm fine."
I pulled back. "I thought we were going to be honest with each other."
This time, a small smile appeared on his face, making one appear on my own. I hated to see him upset, it just didn't look good on him, nor did it make me feel good whatsoever.
"I love you Mrs. Raizada."
Oh! "I love you too Mr. Raizada," and I sealed his lips with a kiss, taking us both away temporarily from the universe.
Amma, Babuji, and Buaji came the next day, as well as Payal and her parents. I could have sworn I saw Akash checking out Payal but maybe it was just me. I mean when we had the party the day after our wedding, it was mostly NK who was going around and flirting with girls, not Akash. But the way I'm seeing Choti Ma hit it off with Mamiji, who knows- there just might be a possibility of the two.
Several days passed by, and I began to learn the ways of the house. Arnav began to go back to the office, and not long later, I started going again, that is, after Nani made me. Truth be told, I kind of enjoyed being at home and working away with Di, Mami, and Nani. But Nani reminded me that work was just as important as family, so I had gone back.
The moment I had arrived back to the office, I had been smothered by Lavanya and all of the staff congratulated me, giving me flowers. Lavanya didn't spare me and had me tell her every detail of our honeymoon, and I mean even the rated xxx stuff. Of course I didn't tell her about the secrets, but I did tell her just about everything else. She truly was happy for me and I truly was grateful for having a friend like her.
About a month passed by and everything was going well. Arnav and I were closer than ever before, and married life was going great! We were almost inseparable, and I really mean inseparable. Truth be told, we really couldn't keep our hands off of each other, and this was bringing out a side of me I never thought I had! I mean if you were to tell me a year ago that I would be playing footsies with my husband during dinner time with the family, I would've been rolling on the ground, laughing. Or if someone had told me that I would escape a party with my husband, full of billionaires and celebrities, and would lock ourselves in an empty room and get all hot and sweaty, I would've looked at you like you were mad! But no, these were exactly the things that were going on and I fucking loved it!
But whenever work came to play, we were very serious about it. Arnav and I both worked hard to make sure that the company excelled and we really were a good team. I mean the media was going into a frenzy over us and even gave us a couple name - Arshi. I mean it was ridiculous, but it was definitely enough to make Payal go crazy! I mean she constantly sent me articles and covers of us, as if she were like my head of PR or something. I did have to admit though, it was a little fun being in the limelight. Being Arnav's wife brought so many opportunities, like meeting successful business people, meeting celebrities, lavish parties, and so much more! My life really truly had changed in just this short amount of time and I really, truly am grateful for this, but I'm more grateful for the wonderful man that is my husband and I love him very, very much.
Arriving onto the carpet now is the CEO of AR Industries, Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada, along with his beautiful wife, Mrs. Khushi Singh Raizada-
The TV was immediately turned off, the remote flying across the room. Every time she would hear her name, Kinjal would only find herself with a fit of rage.
"A month! More than a month has passed and I still haven't fucking been able to do anything! Anything!!!!"
Kinjal grabbed hold of a glass tumbler and threw it across the room.
"That man... that man!!!!! Why the hell did he come back after all this fucking time, he fucking ruined all of my plans! Fucking bastard," and she threw another tumbler.
"Now what do I do? Now what do I do?!!!!!!"
Kinjal huffed and glared, staring at her reflection in the window. Out below, she could see the twinkling of the city, but it normally meant nothing to her, just a sight she would see all the time. This time, however, it did strike out to her. She stepped closer to it and placed her hand on the floor-to-ceiling length glass. She pressed her face against it, the glass cooling her face. Several moments passed until she finally pulled away and looked back at her reflection.
"Brilliant."
But there were other things on my mind. Having told Buaji about our revelations, the thoughts still stuck to mind. It is interesting how these two negative occurrences happened around the same time of our lives. And thinking about it more now, Buaji's right - my thought of my birth mother possibly being that woman just wasn't possible; I mean crossing the Atlantic isn't like crossing the street. So when I was 18 and my family had hired the private investigator, Arnav would've been about 22, meaning he would've already been involved with her for about six years. But the PI jad said my birth mother had been living in Miami for years, so Buaji's right - it just isn't possible.
Ugh, I hate those two, I hate them with a passion! They both can go to-!
"Someone's a little heated."
Snapping out of my thoughts, I turned around to see Arnav. "Oh, when did you return?"
"Just now," and he shut the doors behind him.
Arnav came over to me, sitting beside me in bed. I had already changed into my nightwear, but simply couldn't fall asleep not just because of these thoughts, but because Arnav wasn't home yet.
"Care to explain why have such an angry expression covering your sweet face," he asked.
I shook my head, unable to help my small smile at his comment. "It's nothing, just... anyways, Buaji didn't say anything stupid did she?"
"No, just a few small things, that's all."
"A few small things? Like what?"
"Nothing just... anyways, are you going to stop avoiding what I asked of you?"
Seriously? "Ha, ha, not funny. Now answer me."
"Only if you'll answer my question first."
"But I asked first."
"Did not."
"Did too."
I totally did not, but this will hopefully distract him.
Arnav sighed, leaning back and crossing his arms. "Why won't you just tell me what's bothering you Khushi? I thought we were going to be honest with each other."
"I...." Damn it!
I huddled underneath the covers, bringing my knees closer to me. Arnav placed his arm around me and I laid my head on his shoulder. Neither of us said anything for a moment, silence surrounding us.
"I don't like her," I finally muttered.
"Who?"
"That... that... that child molester!"
I pulled away from him, wrapping my arms around myself. From the corner of my eyes, I could see that Arnav was shocked by my tiny outburst, but he quickly recovered and reached out for my hand, taking it in his.
"What she did to you... to just go up to you and take advantage of you... its just disgusting! She's as horrible- no! She's more horrible than the woman who gave birth to me."
When Arnav didn't say anything, I turned to him. He was simply looking down with no expression on his face. But even if he wasn't displaying anything, I knew that he was really feeling something.
It wasn't that I wanted to upset him, but thinking about those women just made me so enraged and I... fuck!
Moving over, I straddled him and held his face in my hands, but he wouldn't look at me.
"Arnav?"
When his eyes finally met mine, I saw the mix of emotions he felt within him. It made my heart constrict, and I truly felt bad.
"I'm sorry, I didn't want to upset you," and I hugged him, burying my face in his neck.
"I'm fine."
I pulled back. "I thought we were going to be honest with each other."
This time, a small smile appeared on his face, making one appear on my own. I hated to see him upset, it just didn't look good on him, nor did it make me feel good whatsoever.
"I love you Mrs. Raizada."
Oh! "I love you too Mr. Raizada," and I sealed his lips with a kiss, taking us both away temporarily from the universe.
*~*
Amma, Babuji, and Buaji came the next day, as well as Payal and her parents. I could have sworn I saw Akash checking out Payal but maybe it was just me. I mean when we had the party the day after our wedding, it was mostly NK who was going around and flirting with girls, not Akash. But the way I'm seeing Choti Ma hit it off with Mamiji, who knows- there just might be a possibility of the two.
Several days passed by, and I began to learn the ways of the house. Arnav began to go back to the office, and not long later, I started going again, that is, after Nani made me. Truth be told, I kind of enjoyed being at home and working away with Di, Mami, and Nani. But Nani reminded me that work was just as important as family, so I had gone back.
The moment I had arrived back to the office, I had been smothered by Lavanya and all of the staff congratulated me, giving me flowers. Lavanya didn't spare me and had me tell her every detail of our honeymoon, and I mean even the rated xxx stuff. Of course I didn't tell her about the secrets, but I did tell her just about everything else. She truly was happy for me and I truly was grateful for having a friend like her.
About a month passed by and everything was going well. Arnav and I were closer than ever before, and married life was going great! We were almost inseparable, and I really mean inseparable. Truth be told, we really couldn't keep our hands off of each other, and this was bringing out a side of me I never thought I had! I mean if you were to tell me a year ago that I would be playing footsies with my husband during dinner time with the family, I would've been rolling on the ground, laughing. Or if someone had told me that I would escape a party with my husband, full of billionaires and celebrities, and would lock ourselves in an empty room and get all hot and sweaty, I would've looked at you like you were mad! But no, these were exactly the things that were going on and I fucking loved it!
But whenever work came to play, we were very serious about it. Arnav and I both worked hard to make sure that the company excelled and we really were a good team. I mean the media was going into a frenzy over us and even gave us a couple name - Arshi. I mean it was ridiculous, but it was definitely enough to make Payal go crazy! I mean she constantly sent me articles and covers of us, as if she were like my head of PR or something. I did have to admit though, it was a little fun being in the limelight. Being Arnav's wife brought so many opportunities, like meeting successful business people, meeting celebrities, lavish parties, and so much more! My life really truly had changed in just this short amount of time and I really, truly am grateful for this, but I'm more grateful for the wonderful man that is my husband and I love him very, very much.
*~*
Arriving onto the carpet now is the CEO of AR Industries, Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada, along with his beautiful wife, Mrs. Khushi Singh Raizada-
The TV was immediately turned off, the remote flying across the room. Every time she would hear her name, Kinjal would only find herself with a fit of rage.
"A month! More than a month has passed and I still haven't fucking been able to do anything! Anything!!!!"
Kinjal grabbed hold of a glass tumbler and threw it across the room.
"That man... that man!!!!! Why the hell did he come back after all this fucking time, he fucking ruined all of my plans! Fucking bastard," and she threw another tumbler.
"Now what do I do? Now what do I do?!!!!!!"
Kinjal huffed and glared, staring at her reflection in the window. Out below, she could see the twinkling of the city, but it normally meant nothing to her, just a sight she would see all the time. This time, however, it did strike out to her. She stepped closer to it and placed her hand on the floor-to-ceiling length glass. She pressed her face against it, the glass cooling her face. Several moments passed until she finally pulled away and looked back at her reflection.
"Brilliant."
Tuesday, December 18, 2018
Chapter Twenty Nine
After a quick nap and having had a quick shower, I changed into a red sari so that I would look presentable to the family. Arnav had changed into a formal shirt, pants and waistcoat. It wasn't long until we'd be arriving, and when the plane finally landed, it felt like such a relief to be home.
"Ah shit," Arnav grumbled.
I turned to him and saw that he was on his phone. "What's wrong?"
"The paparazzi somehow found out that we're back and are waiting outside."
Paparazzi? Well this is definitely new. I mean so far, I haven't encountered any.
"The car is waiting for us outside, so it shouldn't be too much of a hassle." He put his phone away in his pocket and turned to me, placing his arm around my waist. "Ready?"
"Ready, " I nodded.
With a kiss on my forehead, Arnav led me off the plane and to the car. Once all of our luggage was placed in the trunk, the driver pulled away.
As soon as we were about to exit the airport, a clash of paparazzi came running to the car, and I was shocked. Luckily the windows were tinted or who knows what kind of pictures they would've gotten of my face, but the driver quickly moved along, honking at them to move aside. Cops came around and tried to shoo them away and once we were in the clear, the driver pulled into traffic and took us home.
Well that sure was an experience.
It wasn't long before we arrived home and when we got to the door, everyone was there, waiting for us, and it was so good to see them. Nani welcomed us in and as soon as everyone stepped back to make way for us, Arnav swooped me up into his arms and Di, Nani, and NK began to whistle. Blush filled my cheeks as I remembered the traditions and buried my face within Arnav's chest as he took us straight up to our room, all the while he smirked away.
When we got to our room, Arnav placed me down on the bed. "Well that went better than I expected."
"What do you mean, did you not hear them whistle?"
"Yeah, but knowing them, I expected dhols to go off and for them to start dancing," he said, crossing your arms.
I looked at him, dumfounded. "You're joking right?"
"You'd be surprised."
Just then, workers came in with our luggage and set them inside our room. Once they did, the rest of the family came in and joined us. We briefly spoke about our travels before Nani told us to get some rest, and so they left us alone. To be honest, after the nap we had on the plane, I wasn't feeling so tired and neither did Arnav. He decided that he would do some work in his study and I stayed behind in our room and watched TV.
About an hour had passed when there was a knock at the door. "Who is it?"
A worker opened the door. "Didi, there's someone here to see you."
My eyebrows met in the middle in confusion. He stepped aside, revealing a very happy Buaji.
"Buaji!!!"
Dashing out of the bed, I ran over to her and hugged her and she squeezed me in return.
"Oh my gosh Buaji, what are you doing here? I thought you guys weren't coming till tomorrow, that's what Amma said when I last called her when we were still away?"
"Well she thought it would be better to let you two rest, but I know my Sanka Devi really well."
Oh Buaji! "Come in, sit!"
I shut the doors, led Buaji out to the poolside, and we sat down at the table.
"So sanka devi, tell me about your honeymoon," she grinned, wagging her eyebrows.
Buaji will forever be the same, and honestly, I never want her to change. I told her almost just about everything, keeping the, er, rated xxx stuff out of it. But of course, I did admit to her that Arnav and I had consummated our marriage, and it nearly blew her through the roof with excitement! I don't think she's ever hugged me as tight as she had when I told her this, in any other point of my life before.
"Oh I am just so proud of you Khushi! You're truly a woman now!"
I rolled my eyes to that, but then again, in a way, she did have a point.
"So everything went perfectly then; not a single problem at all."
"Well... it wasn't exactly a problem, actually there weren't any problems but...."
"But what titalya?"
With a sigh, I told Buaji about the night of our revelations. I told her how I had told him the truth about my adoption, and Buaji was stunned, looking at me wide-eyed. I even told her about Arnav's revelations after having her swear she can never tell anyone and take this to the grave, though I k ew she never would tell a soul.
"...and after these revelations, I dunno but... it just... it made us become closer than ever."
"I... wow, um...."
I looked at Buaji in shock - it wasn't every day that this woman could be stunned.
"I'm... I'm glad that it brought you both closer, I really am but...."
"But what?"
"I'm processing all of this information and something is just poking my head. Remind me again - you're 24 and he's...?"
"28."
"He first met that woman when he was 16, you said?"
"About, yes. So?"
"Ironic isn't it that around that time, you also learned the truth about your birth mother?"
"How is it the same- oh shit... you're right!"
Buaji's right - Arnav and I are basically about four years apart, so when I was 12, he was 16, meaning when I discovered the truth about my mother, that was when he met....
Wait...oh no... holy fucking shit!
"Buaji... a scary idea just popped into my head."
"What is it?"
Shit, shit, shit! "What if... w-what if some how... the woman he was involved with is m-my... my birth m-"
"Khushi, don't be ridiculous, that would be way too much of a coincidence! And remember, when you wanted to learn about her whereabouts and we hired that private investigator, he uncovered that she had been in Miami for years, not here. How could she possibly be that woman if she's across the Atlantic ocean?"
Buaji had a point - that woman had been staying in Miami for years and years, so she couldn't possibly be the same person who Arnav was involved with.
"Seriously Sanka Devi, you really are crazy."
"Buaji!"
"Listen, if you're going to be crazy then just be like Beyonce and be crazy in love, that's it."
"Oh my gosh Buaji, you're so corny!"
Buaji scowled at me and I couldn't help myself but to laugh. Ugh, I honestly missed this woman.
We both continued to talk away, when Arnav came back. He came over and joined us, sitting beside me. Buaji and him hit it right off, and seeing these two people who I love very much, get along so well, made my heart bloom.
Buaji wasn't spared and she joined us all for dinner. This was really my first time having dinner with the family, and honestly, it was perfect. Whether it was the funny antics of NK, Akash, or even Mamiji's, or the cuteness of Di with jeejaji, or the way Nani and Mamaji teased the others - it was all just so good.
I really am lucky to have this family. And based on the look Buaji had, she seemed to agree as well.
"Ah shit," Arnav grumbled.
I turned to him and saw that he was on his phone. "What's wrong?"
"The paparazzi somehow found out that we're back and are waiting outside."
Paparazzi? Well this is definitely new. I mean so far, I haven't encountered any.
"The car is waiting for us outside, so it shouldn't be too much of a hassle." He put his phone away in his pocket and turned to me, placing his arm around my waist. "Ready?"
"Ready, " I nodded.
With a kiss on my forehead, Arnav led me off the plane and to the car. Once all of our luggage was placed in the trunk, the driver pulled away.
As soon as we were about to exit the airport, a clash of paparazzi came running to the car, and I was shocked. Luckily the windows were tinted or who knows what kind of pictures they would've gotten of my face, but the driver quickly moved along, honking at them to move aside. Cops came around and tried to shoo them away and once we were in the clear, the driver pulled into traffic and took us home.
Well that sure was an experience.
It wasn't long before we arrived home and when we got to the door, everyone was there, waiting for us, and it was so good to see them. Nani welcomed us in and as soon as everyone stepped back to make way for us, Arnav swooped me up into his arms and Di, Nani, and NK began to whistle. Blush filled my cheeks as I remembered the traditions and buried my face within Arnav's chest as he took us straight up to our room, all the while he smirked away.
When we got to our room, Arnav placed me down on the bed. "Well that went better than I expected."
"What do you mean, did you not hear them whistle?"
"Yeah, but knowing them, I expected dhols to go off and for them to start dancing," he said, crossing your arms.
I looked at him, dumfounded. "You're joking right?"
"You'd be surprised."
Just then, workers came in with our luggage and set them inside our room. Once they did, the rest of the family came in and joined us. We briefly spoke about our travels before Nani told us to get some rest, and so they left us alone. To be honest, after the nap we had on the plane, I wasn't feeling so tired and neither did Arnav. He decided that he would do some work in his study and I stayed behind in our room and watched TV.
About an hour had passed when there was a knock at the door. "Who is it?"
A worker opened the door. "Didi, there's someone here to see you."
My eyebrows met in the middle in confusion. He stepped aside, revealing a very happy Buaji.
"Buaji!!!"
Dashing out of the bed, I ran over to her and hugged her and she squeezed me in return.
"Oh my gosh Buaji, what are you doing here? I thought you guys weren't coming till tomorrow, that's what Amma said when I last called her when we were still away?"
"Well she thought it would be better to let you two rest, but I know my Sanka Devi really well."
Oh Buaji! "Come in, sit!"
I shut the doors, led Buaji out to the poolside, and we sat down at the table.
"So sanka devi, tell me about your honeymoon," she grinned, wagging her eyebrows.
Buaji will forever be the same, and honestly, I never want her to change. I told her almost just about everything, keeping the, er, rated xxx stuff out of it. But of course, I did admit to her that Arnav and I had consummated our marriage, and it nearly blew her through the roof with excitement! I don't think she's ever hugged me as tight as she had when I told her this, in any other point of my life before.
"Oh I am just so proud of you Khushi! You're truly a woman now!"
I rolled my eyes to that, but then again, in a way, she did have a point.
"So everything went perfectly then; not a single problem at all."
"Well... it wasn't exactly a problem, actually there weren't any problems but...."
"But what titalya?"
With a sigh, I told Buaji about the night of our revelations. I told her how I had told him the truth about my adoption, and Buaji was stunned, looking at me wide-eyed. I even told her about Arnav's revelations after having her swear she can never tell anyone and take this to the grave, though I k ew she never would tell a soul.
"...and after these revelations, I dunno but... it just... it made us become closer than ever."
"I... wow, um...."
I looked at Buaji in shock - it wasn't every day that this woman could be stunned.
"I'm... I'm glad that it brought you both closer, I really am but...."
"But what?"
"I'm processing all of this information and something is just poking my head. Remind me again - you're 24 and he's...?"
"28."
"He first met that woman when he was 16, you said?"
"About, yes. So?"
"Ironic isn't it that around that time, you also learned the truth about your birth mother?"
"How is it the same- oh shit... you're right!"
Buaji's right - Arnav and I are basically about four years apart, so when I was 12, he was 16, meaning when I discovered the truth about my mother, that was when he met....
Wait...oh no... holy fucking shit!
"Buaji... a scary idea just popped into my head."
"What is it?"
Shit, shit, shit! "What if... w-what if some how... the woman he was involved with is m-my... my birth m-"
"Khushi, don't be ridiculous, that would be way too much of a coincidence! And remember, when you wanted to learn about her whereabouts and we hired that private investigator, he uncovered that she had been in Miami for years, not here. How could she possibly be that woman if she's across the Atlantic ocean?"
Buaji had a point - that woman had been staying in Miami for years and years, so she couldn't possibly be the same person who Arnav was involved with.
"Seriously Sanka Devi, you really are crazy."
"Buaji!"
"Listen, if you're going to be crazy then just be like Beyonce and be crazy in love, that's it."
"Oh my gosh Buaji, you're so corny!"
Buaji scowled at me and I couldn't help myself but to laugh. Ugh, I honestly missed this woman.
We both continued to talk away, when Arnav came back. He came over and joined us, sitting beside me. Buaji and him hit it right off, and seeing these two people who I love very much, get along so well, made my heart bloom.
Buaji wasn't spared and she joined us all for dinner. This was really my first time having dinner with the family, and honestly, it was perfect. Whether it was the funny antics of NK, Akash, or even Mamiji's, or the cuteness of Di with jeejaji, or the way Nani and Mamaji teased the others - it was all just so good.
I really am lucky to have this family. And based on the look Buaji had, she seemed to agree as well.
Sunday, December 16, 2018
Chapter Twenty Eight
As amazing as it was, our honeymoon soon came to an end, but it was absolutely wonderful! Arnav and I were closer than ever before, and to be honest, I couldn't wait to get back home and get the married life started. Sure, there was that short moment in my new home after the wedding, but this was really going to be the true start, because this was really truly going to be the start of our new lives together, with my new family. I really couldn't wait to get back and start it, as well as see everyone.
"Khushi?"
"Hmm?"
We were already on our flight back home, high in the sky, with nothing but clouds around us.
"Are you going to cover that up?"
Instantly my hand reached up to my neck where my current hickey was. It's funny because I left for our honeymoon with one, and I was coming back with one as well.
"I will just before we land."
"Do you have to?"
"Arnav," I frowned. "I don't want for our family to see it."
"I know, but I like how it looks."
"Well I do too, but-"
Well, it looks like my big mouth is going back too.
Arnav grinned and got up from his seat and came over to me, wrapping his arm around me, and gave me a kiss. "Fine, you can cover it."
"Hmm, now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to catch some Z's."
Getting out of my seat, I headed to the back to our room. Arnav followed in behind me as I put my hair up in a bun. and took hold of me.
"Mrs. Raizada, I just had an idea," he murmured against my neck.
Oh? "Oh?"
"What if we were to...."
"To...?"
"What if we...."
"We...?"
What's he playing at?
I turned around in his hold to face him and was met by his stunningly sexy smirk.
Hmm... hubby's got intentions.... and I think I know just what it is.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing him closer to me. "I think I have a feeling I know what you're trying to ask of me."
"Is that so?"
His smirk was in its place, not ready to go anywhere else.
"I do... but I am a little surprised, I mean you're the great Arnav Singh Raizada."
"That I am... so?"
"So am I to truly believe that you haven't joined the mile high club yet?"
"Yes."
His expression was rather serious and I was stunned. "Really?"
Arnav nodded.
"Oh. Um... wow, okay."
Arnav tilted his head. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing, it's just that... not even with her?"
Arnav knew exactly who I was talking about and after having spoken on that topic a little more the day after our revelations, he knew all to well that I hated that woman. That woman is a child molester and if I ever see her or find her near my husband ever again, I am going to bloody up that woman so bad, she'll regret it.
...okay so maybe not exactly bloody but you can bet I'll be having one heck of an argument with that child molester!
"No, not even with her."
"Um... if you don't mind me asking... how is that even possible?"
Arnav arched his eyebrow in amusement and I simply shrugged. I mean hey, it's a reasonable question.
He had me sit down on the bed and he sat beside me. "Since we always kept things low profile and never wanted the media to find out about anything, we would fly separately."
"Really? So you guys haven't even been in the same plane together? Like, ever?"
"No, never."
"Oh... well that's... interesting. I'm surprised her child molesting self had such restraint."
"Khushi...."
"Arnav, I hate her and I hate her with reason. Don't-"
"I won't, just... don't let her ruin things."
I looked up into his sincere eyes. He really didn't want to waste time on that woman and honestly, I don't either, nor will I allow her to foul up my mood either.
"You're right, I'm sorry, I don't want her to ruin our moods either."
Arnav gave me a light smile and kissed my cheek. "Get some rest."
He tried to get up, but I quickly stopped him. "Where do you think you're going?"
Arnav looked at me in confusion, and ugh he just looked so cute!
"If I'm not mistaken..."
Moving over him, I straddled him and wrapped my arms around his neck.
"I believe we were both about to join the mile high club," I grinned.
That's right, after having sex again and again, repeatedly, on our honeymoon, this girl was much more braver than before on this topic. The bar isn't exactly full nor ready to break, but it's a lot better than what it was in comparison to when I first met this man.
Arnav couldn't help his smile and placed his hands at my waist. "You know what, you're right."
And with that, he kissed me, his hands diving under my t-shirt and caressing my back. I reached down in between us and began to unbutton his shirt, which was a little tricky as I couldn't see them, but in comparison to the first and last time I did it while we were still on the island, I was a little better and managed to unbutton a little faster than then. With his shirt entirely unbuttoned, I spread it apart and allowed for my hands to travel in whatever direction they felt like going, I mean why wouldn't I? His chest is fucking amazing!
The moment, however, briefly had to pause as Arnav lifted up my t-shirt to remove it. The fabric went in who knows what direction, along with my bra, and you know what, it was time for his shirt to do the same, so I did just that. As I did, Arnav's lips traveled over to my neck, working up the side that didn't have a hickey.
Note to self: buy more concealer, wear his t-shirts, and buy backless blouses!
With his shirt on the floor and my neck being worked up, I reached down to his shorts and unbuttoned it, sliding the zipper down.
Did I mention that I got much better at this? No? Well I did :P
"Someone is eager," he muttered against me.
"It's what you do to me," I practically moaned.
Remember, I am a horndog and I am proud of it... you just won't hear me say it out loud.
"Trust me baby, there's so much more that I'm going to do to you," and without any warning, he flipped us over, bringing a shriek of laughter out of me as he placed me on my back.
His lips immediately covered mine and I couldn't help my grin. I just loved it when he's fun like this, and trust me, he definitely has mood settings. On the island, he had to do a very important business meeting through video chat, and it was amazing how quickly he became the boss man I first got to know at work. And believe me you, when that call was done with and he rejoined me, he was completely normal, and it was just a stunning show to see. But overall, personally, I love it when he's in hubby-mode rather than CEO-mode.
Arnav pulled back, sitting on his knees. He brought his hands down to my shorts and pulled at the drawstring. You see, while Arnav chose to dress up for the plane, I decided to go comfy by wearing a pair of jammies that looked very casual.
I'm a genius, I know!
I mean, in doing so, Arnav was able to not only remove my shorts easily, but my panties as well ;P
His shorts and boxers were the last to join the articles of clothing on the floor, and just like that, sanity went out of the door and our lips collided. I mean let's face it, ever since our first kiss, it's been like this, and we both loved it!
I felt Arnav reaching over to the bedside table and I knew exactly what was coming next. When he pulled back from me, I watched him rip the foil packet open and retrieve the condom, and then roll it down along his impressive length.
"You're staring again."
"I'm intrigued," I shrugged.
Arnav grinned at me and maneuvered over me. "Is that so?"
Before I could even answer, he thrusted within me, the effect rippling through my body.
"I'm waiting for an answer," and he thrusted again.
"Yes," I cried out in pleasure.
Arnav chuckled against my neck and nipped at it as he thrusted once more.
"Oh fuck!"
"Tsk, such a foul mouth," and he thrusted within me again.
"Arnav," I whimpered.
"Yes," and he thrusted within me once more.
"Please!"
I swear, if he continues to go slow like this, I'm going to lose my mind!
"Please, what," he nipped at my ear as thrusted within me again.
Is he really expecting me to say what I want him to do? Yeah right! Your girl got braver, doesn't mean she's exactly brave! Ha!
"Tell me Khushi," and he thrusted within me again.
"Ah!"
I opened my eyes and found Arnav looking down at me. There was no way I could bring those words to my lips, so instead I kissed him, pleading him to go faster. Thank goodness he understood, because he began to move quicker, giving me exactly what I wanted.
My legs wrapped themselves around his waist, urging him closer. However they were quickly moved away as Arnav freed himself from my hold and placed one leg over his shoulder.
What is he-?
He placed a kiss on my leg and nipped at it, causing me to whimper.
"Arnav...."
My other leg soon joined his other shoulder and he moved closer to me, bringing my legs closer to my chest.
"Harder," he smirked.
Oh gosh, what was he going to do to me?
Before I could even think of a response, Arnav began to move faster, his thrusts much more swift. My hands made their way around his neck, gripping on for dear life as he made me feel a way I had never felt before!
As far as sex had gone before, it was never anything like this! Usually he would just let me wrap my legs around him as I laid on my back, or missionary as I had learned online, but this was completely different.
My body began to rise and I was about to be a goner. I gripped onto him for dear life as my back arched as I came, crying out in complete ecstasy.
As I came down from my high, I felt Arnav move me. I was aware that I was being turned to my front, but I couldn't exactly figure out why. As soon as I felt Arnav bring me up on my knees, I was back to my senses.
Wait, why am I on my hands and knees- oh fuck!
Arnav thrusted within me and I let out the most vulgar noise I have ever heard! I mean the feeling that I was getting, simply put, was A1!
"You like that?"
Based on his tone, I knew he smirking, but honestly I couldn't even care because holy fuck this felt good! With each thrust, I felt immense pleasure, and the moment I wondered why, I immediately remembered sex ed and realized why. If I'm not mistaken, this is what Cosmo called doggy and you know what, I fucking loved it! I loved it so much, that it gave me courage and remembering what the article told me, I began to meet Arnav at every thrust, and I swear, I heard him groan.
Fuck yeah! Khushi Singh Raizada, give it all that you got girl, you can do this!
I could feel myself transform at my words of encouragement, and I knew it had worked, especially when I glanced back at Arnav. He seemed to be a bit stunned, but it quickly went away as pleasure overtook him as I continued to meet him at every thrust.
Oh yeah hubby, I've got you now.
His grip around my waist tightened and his breathing became faster. It was a sign I was beginning to learn pretty well, and I knew Arnav was ready to cum. And for some reason, it began to encourage me and I sped up my movement. My grip tightened on the pillow below me, giving me the support I needed as I pleasured my husband. My own body began to rise again, and I wanted my release desperately and within seconds, both of us came apart with a loud cry, Arnav gripping onto me and buried to the hilt as he came.
Instantly I turned into jelly and collapsed. My heart raced in my ears, thumping away as my body came down from its high. Moments later, I felt Arnav wrap his arms around me and bring me to him, placing my head on his chest. I could hear his heart thump below my ear in the same way my heart was thumping. With the little energy I had gathered, I placed a kiss on his chest and shut my eyes, sleep beginning to take over me.
"I love you Arnav."
"I love you, too, Khushi," and I fell into a blissful sleep.
"Khushi?"
"Hmm?"
We were already on our flight back home, high in the sky, with nothing but clouds around us.
"Are you going to cover that up?"
Instantly my hand reached up to my neck where my current hickey was. It's funny because I left for our honeymoon with one, and I was coming back with one as well.
"I will just before we land."
"Do you have to?"
"Arnav," I frowned. "I don't want for our family to see it."
"I know, but I like how it looks."
"Well I do too, but-"
Well, it looks like my big mouth is going back too.
Arnav grinned and got up from his seat and came over to me, wrapping his arm around me, and gave me a kiss. "Fine, you can cover it."
"Hmm, now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to catch some Z's."
Getting out of my seat, I headed to the back to our room. Arnav followed in behind me as I put my hair up in a bun. and took hold of me.
"Mrs. Raizada, I just had an idea," he murmured against my neck.
Oh? "Oh?"
"What if we were to...."
"To...?"
"What if we...."
"We...?"
What's he playing at?
I turned around in his hold to face him and was met by his stunningly sexy smirk.
Hmm... hubby's got intentions.... and I think I know just what it is.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing him closer to me. "I think I have a feeling I know what you're trying to ask of me."
"Is that so?"
His smirk was in its place, not ready to go anywhere else.
"I do... but I am a little surprised, I mean you're the great Arnav Singh Raizada."
"That I am... so?"
"So am I to truly believe that you haven't joined the mile high club yet?"
"Yes."
His expression was rather serious and I was stunned. "Really?"
Arnav nodded.
"Oh. Um... wow, okay."
Arnav tilted his head. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing, it's just that... not even with her?"
Arnav knew exactly who I was talking about and after having spoken on that topic a little more the day after our revelations, he knew all to well that I hated that woman. That woman is a child molester and if I ever see her or find her near my husband ever again, I am going to bloody up that woman so bad, she'll regret it.
...okay so maybe not exactly bloody but you can bet I'll be having one heck of an argument with that child molester!
"No, not even with her."
"Um... if you don't mind me asking... how is that even possible?"
Arnav arched his eyebrow in amusement and I simply shrugged. I mean hey, it's a reasonable question.
He had me sit down on the bed and he sat beside me. "Since we always kept things low profile and never wanted the media to find out about anything, we would fly separately."
"Really? So you guys haven't even been in the same plane together? Like, ever?"
"No, never."
"Oh... well that's... interesting. I'm surprised her child molesting self had such restraint."
"Khushi...."
"Arnav, I hate her and I hate her with reason. Don't-"
"I won't, just... don't let her ruin things."
I looked up into his sincere eyes. He really didn't want to waste time on that woman and honestly, I don't either, nor will I allow her to foul up my mood either.
"You're right, I'm sorry, I don't want her to ruin our moods either."
Arnav gave me a light smile and kissed my cheek. "Get some rest."
He tried to get up, but I quickly stopped him. "Where do you think you're going?"
Arnav looked at me in confusion, and ugh he just looked so cute!
"If I'm not mistaken..."
Moving over him, I straddled him and wrapped my arms around his neck.
"I believe we were both about to join the mile high club," I grinned.
That's right, after having sex again and again, repeatedly, on our honeymoon, this girl was much more braver than before on this topic. The bar isn't exactly full nor ready to break, but it's a lot better than what it was in comparison to when I first met this man.
Arnav couldn't help his smile and placed his hands at my waist. "You know what, you're right."
And with that, he kissed me, his hands diving under my t-shirt and caressing my back. I reached down in between us and began to unbutton his shirt, which was a little tricky as I couldn't see them, but in comparison to the first and last time I did it while we were still on the island, I was a little better and managed to unbutton a little faster than then. With his shirt entirely unbuttoned, I spread it apart and allowed for my hands to travel in whatever direction they felt like going, I mean why wouldn't I? His chest is fucking amazing!
The moment, however, briefly had to pause as Arnav lifted up my t-shirt to remove it. The fabric went in who knows what direction, along with my bra, and you know what, it was time for his shirt to do the same, so I did just that. As I did, Arnav's lips traveled over to my neck, working up the side that didn't have a hickey.
Note to self: buy more concealer, wear his t-shirts, and buy backless blouses!
With his shirt on the floor and my neck being worked up, I reached down to his shorts and unbuttoned it, sliding the zipper down.
Did I mention that I got much better at this? No? Well I did :P
"Someone is eager," he muttered against me.
"It's what you do to me," I practically moaned.
Remember, I am a horndog and I am proud of it... you just won't hear me say it out loud.
"Trust me baby, there's so much more that I'm going to do to you," and without any warning, he flipped us over, bringing a shriek of laughter out of me as he placed me on my back.
His lips immediately covered mine and I couldn't help my grin. I just loved it when he's fun like this, and trust me, he definitely has mood settings. On the island, he had to do a very important business meeting through video chat, and it was amazing how quickly he became the boss man I first got to know at work. And believe me you, when that call was done with and he rejoined me, he was completely normal, and it was just a stunning show to see. But overall, personally, I love it when he's in hubby-mode rather than CEO-mode.
Arnav pulled back, sitting on his knees. He brought his hands down to my shorts and pulled at the drawstring. You see, while Arnav chose to dress up for the plane, I decided to go comfy by wearing a pair of jammies that looked very casual.
I'm a genius, I know!
I mean, in doing so, Arnav was able to not only remove my shorts easily, but my panties as well ;P
His shorts and boxers were the last to join the articles of clothing on the floor, and just like that, sanity went out of the door and our lips collided. I mean let's face it, ever since our first kiss, it's been like this, and we both loved it!
I felt Arnav reaching over to the bedside table and I knew exactly what was coming next. When he pulled back from me, I watched him rip the foil packet open and retrieve the condom, and then roll it down along his impressive length.
"You're staring again."
"I'm intrigued," I shrugged.
Arnav grinned at me and maneuvered over me. "Is that so?"
Before I could even answer, he thrusted within me, the effect rippling through my body.
"I'm waiting for an answer," and he thrusted again.
"Yes," I cried out in pleasure.
Arnav chuckled against my neck and nipped at it as he thrusted once more.
"Oh fuck!"
"Tsk, such a foul mouth," and he thrusted within me again.
"Arnav," I whimpered.
"Yes," and he thrusted within me once more.
"Please!"
I swear, if he continues to go slow like this, I'm going to lose my mind!
"Please, what," he nipped at my ear as thrusted within me again.
Is he really expecting me to say what I want him to do? Yeah right! Your girl got braver, doesn't mean she's exactly brave! Ha!
"Tell me Khushi," and he thrusted within me again.
"Ah!"
I opened my eyes and found Arnav looking down at me. There was no way I could bring those words to my lips, so instead I kissed him, pleading him to go faster. Thank goodness he understood, because he began to move quicker, giving me exactly what I wanted.
My legs wrapped themselves around his waist, urging him closer. However they were quickly moved away as Arnav freed himself from my hold and placed one leg over his shoulder.
What is he-?
He placed a kiss on my leg and nipped at it, causing me to whimper.
"Arnav...."
My other leg soon joined his other shoulder and he moved closer to me, bringing my legs closer to my chest.
"Harder," he smirked.
Oh gosh, what was he going to do to me?
Before I could even think of a response, Arnav began to move faster, his thrusts much more swift. My hands made their way around his neck, gripping on for dear life as he made me feel a way I had never felt before!
As far as sex had gone before, it was never anything like this! Usually he would just let me wrap my legs around him as I laid on my back, or missionary as I had learned online, but this was completely different.
My body began to rise and I was about to be a goner. I gripped onto him for dear life as my back arched as I came, crying out in complete ecstasy.
As I came down from my high, I felt Arnav move me. I was aware that I was being turned to my front, but I couldn't exactly figure out why. As soon as I felt Arnav bring me up on my knees, I was back to my senses.
Wait, why am I on my hands and knees- oh fuck!
Arnav thrusted within me and I let out the most vulgar noise I have ever heard! I mean the feeling that I was getting, simply put, was A1!
"You like that?"
Based on his tone, I knew he smirking, but honestly I couldn't even care because holy fuck this felt good! With each thrust, I felt immense pleasure, and the moment I wondered why, I immediately remembered sex ed and realized why. If I'm not mistaken, this is what Cosmo called doggy and you know what, I fucking loved it! I loved it so much, that it gave me courage and remembering what the article told me, I began to meet Arnav at every thrust, and I swear, I heard him groan.
Fuck yeah! Khushi Singh Raizada, give it all that you got girl, you can do this!
I could feel myself transform at my words of encouragement, and I knew it had worked, especially when I glanced back at Arnav. He seemed to be a bit stunned, but it quickly went away as pleasure overtook him as I continued to meet him at every thrust.
Oh yeah hubby, I've got you now.
His grip around my waist tightened and his breathing became faster. It was a sign I was beginning to learn pretty well, and I knew Arnav was ready to cum. And for some reason, it began to encourage me and I sped up my movement. My grip tightened on the pillow below me, giving me the support I needed as I pleasured my husband. My own body began to rise again, and I wanted my release desperately and within seconds, both of us came apart with a loud cry, Arnav gripping onto me and buried to the hilt as he came.
Instantly I turned into jelly and collapsed. My heart raced in my ears, thumping away as my body came down from its high. Moments later, I felt Arnav wrap his arms around me and bring me to him, placing my head on his chest. I could hear his heart thump below my ear in the same way my heart was thumping. With the little energy I had gathered, I placed a kiss on his chest and shut my eyes, sleep beginning to take over me.
"I love you Arnav."
"I love you, too, Khushi," and I fell into a blissful sleep.
Thursday, December 13, 2018
Chapter Twenty Seven
When we arrived back to the island, we headed straight to the kitchen. There were a few tubs of ice cream in the fridge and while I went with chocolate chip cookie dough, Arnav grabbed the cookies and cream. We decided to sit out in the back, by the pool. Personally I didn't see the reason why a pool was necessary when you had your own beach for yourself, but eh, whatever.
I glanced over at Arnav, who was clearly enjoying his ice cream. "Cookies and cream huh?"
Arnav looked at me, glancing down at my tub of ice cream before looking back at me. "Chocolate chip cookie dough... interesting."
"Oh? Why is that," I chuckled.
"Since you chose this flavor, I'm assuming it's your favorite?"
I nodded.
"I'm surprised its not just plain vanilla or chocolate."
"Can I be honest?"
"Always."
"Um... I hate chocolate flavored ice cream."
Don't judge me, don't troll me, this is my opinion and I am entitled to it. I Khushi Singh Raizada - Singh Raizada!! - HATE chocolate ice cream. Bite me!
"Can I be honest too?"
"Always," I smiled.
"I hate chocolate ice cream too," he admitted.
Yes! Ha! I'm not the only one! In your face society! Don't come for us! Hah!
"I don't think its safe to say that out loud," Arnav chuckled. "Last time I said that, Di hit me."
"Oh my gosh, she hit you," I laughed.
"It's her favorite, but Di's crazy and what not so," and he rolled his eyes with a shrug.
Arnav took another spoonful of ice cream and looked out at the beach. Since his confession, he seems to be a bit more... loose. Like revealing his biggest secret had eased him and relaxed him, and he was much more comfortable now.
He's even smiling a bit more... and he looks so cute.
Arnav scooped up some ice cream with his spoon. "You're staring."
Oops.
Blush filled my cheeks as I quickly looked down at my tub of ice cream. But when Arnav took hold of my hand, my eyes met his. He was smiling at me softly, melting my heart.
Ugh, he can be so cute sometimes!
And for some reason, a desire grew within me. Yes, I did just have ice cream for desert but now...
I wanted him.
I know, I know! You must think I'm crazy and again I'm getting ahead of myself, just like with the shower thing earlier in the day but dammit I wanted to be intimate with my husband again! And I don't think that's a crime at all so there :P
"I think that's enough ice cream for one night," Arnav said, placing the lid of his ice cream back on. "You?"
Snapping out of my thoughts, I nodded, resealing my ice cream as well. Arnav took my ice cream and spoon, taking it to the kitchen to put away and wash. I went back into the bedroom, and as much as I wanted to change into my jammies and get comfy, there were other things on my mind.
I mean I'm standing at the foot of the bed and all I can think of is the night before. I couldn't stop thinking about the way he had taken care of me and how gentle he was with me; knowing all to well that he was, er, experienced, and was yet very gentle, not rushing me, was a nice feeling. Maybe someday I'll get on that experienced level - is that even a thing? - but for now-
Arnav brushed away my hair to one side, snapping me out of my thoughts. He nuzzled me behind my ear, his arms wrapping around my waist, my hands automatically moving over them.
"Penny for your thoughts," he muttered.
Um, there's no way I'm telling him that I'm thinking about last night, you can tell him that- actually no, don't you dare!
His lips began to wander along my neck and I wanted to melt in his hold.
Is it just me, or did it suddenly get hot in here?
Arnav teethed my earlobe and a moan instantly escaped from my lips.
Oh my gosh, I'm as horny as a teenager! Well I did claim myself to be horndog earlier- oh!
Without warning, Arnav whipped me around to him, still keeping his hold at my waist. And like the true idiot I am, while this man looked at me with a look that could literally make anything melt, I was busy looking at him like a fool in shock.
Come on girl, get it together! Get your woman-ness meter running, let's go! Let's go! LET'S GO!
It's too bad my brain was malfunctioning, I mean, can you blame it? Cause I don't.
Even more it malfunctioned when Arnav kissed me, I mean honestly, I think I heard sparks fly! But whether it was from the intensity or from the fact that my brain was crashing, I honestly have no clue, I'll leave you to be the judge of it.
Arnav pulled away and looked at me for a moment. "What are you thinking about Khushi," he asked softly.
Ugh, that voice! It makes me want to melt even more!
"Nothing," I whispered. "My brain has to work in order for me to think."
"And is it working right now?"
His grin was enough evidence to prove that he was entertained. "No."
"Why is that?"
"Because of you."
"Me?"
"Mm hmm."
"Interesting...."
Oh I bet you're more than interested, especially with that grin on your face.
"You're looking a little red Khushi. Are you feeling warm?"
On fire would be the correct answer but its not like I can say that, nor was I going to if I could. Instead I nodded... like a frigging bobble-head... and he was grinning even more.
Way to go Khushi!
Okay, I'm not embarrassing myself any further. When I gather some more courage, then and only then will I allow myself to be in my husband's arms.
Not wanting to embarrass myself any further, I pulled away from Arnav's hold, but he only pulled me back into him, my back colliding to his front.
Okay, so maybe I overestimated my own restraint. But let's face it, who was I even kidding? Me, courageous? Yeah right!
"If you think I'm letting go of you so easily, well, it's never going to happen," he murmured in my ear.
Oh?
"Not now, not in any lifetime," and he nipped at my ear.
Eep!
Arnav brought his hands up to the straps of my jumpsuit and I knew I was a goner. He loosened the straps and brushed them aside, the straps hanging lamely off of my shoulders. If enough space was created between us, then my jumpsuit would definitely no longer be covering my body.
And let's face it, we all know what I want... it's just too bad that I'm ridiculously shy!
Wah!
My free hand moved over my chest, holding onto the fabric. Arnav brushed his lips along my ear, causing me to shudder and loosen my hold, allowing for my jumpsuit to puddle at me feet.
Eek!
"Do you trust me," he murmured.
More than my own life.
When I nodded, Arnav brought his hand to the clasp of my strapless bra and unhooked it, my bra joining my jumpsuit on the floor.
Holy crap its happening again, its totally going to happen again! Come on Kush, gather some sort of bravery and turn to him!
As if the pep talk had some power, I stepped out of my puddled jumpsuit and faced to Arnav. I couldn't meet his eyes for long, feeling rather shy, and my heated cheeks were sure to give that away. Arnav placed his arm around my waist and kissed me, and I melted. I placed my hands over his chest, grasping at the fabric of his shirt.
I wanted him and I needed him.
Tugging at his shirt, I began to pull it up. I have no clue where this bravery was coming from, but I wasn't going to allow myself to focus on that. Instead I focused at the task at hand and pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor.
Geez-us oh my, I don't think I'll ever get over that body of his!
My eyes met his and all of hell went loose, my lips colliding with his, my fingers losing themselves to his hair. I think I may have even stunned him a little, though I'm not positive since he kissed me back with the same intensity as well. His hands were at my waist and he slowly guided me to the bed, my back meeting the soft fabric.
Yes, its happening again!
Unlike last night, however, there was more of a sense of comfort. Even if things weren't going as slowly as yesterday, it was still a good pace. To tell you the truth, if things had gone as slow as the night before, I probably would burst into flames! Maybe it has something to do with our truths that has us much more comfortable. We both had been completely vulnerable with each other and neither judged, only trusted.
Arnav's hands traveled down to my panties and I arched up, letting him remove the fabric off of my body and toss it who knows where. Honestly I don't know where it was, my focus was on his soft delectable lips and the dance they were doing with mine.
Letting go of my lips, Arnav's lips latched onto my neck, sucking and teasing away at my flesh. While one hand rested at my waist, the other massaged my breast and it felt so good!
"Undo my jeans," Arnav muttered against me.
Sexy husband of mine say what now?!
Arnav pulled back and looked down at me while I looked at him, stunned.
He wants me to what?
"Khushi I- sorry, I don't know what got into me-"
Sorry?! "Don't. Just...."
He better not apologize or else things are gonna go in a whole other direction involving my tears and everything that happened before we ever got intimate and after we arrived to the island.
Damn, that wasn't even that long ago.
"Khushi-"
"Arnav I... it's just new to me, that's all."
"I understand, I just don't want you to be uncomfortable or force you to do anything you don't want to."
Oh Arnav...
Caressing his cheek, I gave him a little kiss on his lips. "I know," I whispered.
I wanna do it. I really want to do it. And I can do it, I know I can!
Bringing my lips back to his, I kissed him while my hand wandered down from his cheek to the button of his jeans. With all the courage I could gather, I undid the button and pulled down the zipper.
Ah! Yes! I did it!
Arnav pulled back and looked at me. We gazed away at each other for a moment, love and admiration floating in the air around us. With a kiss on my forehead, Arnav removed his jeans and boxers, leaving him in nothing but his gorgeous self.
Ugh, I'll never get over it.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
"You're so hot-"
Arnav arched his eyebrow while my hand smacked over my mouth.
What the hell Khushi?! What the hell, what the hell, what. The. HELL?!
Letting out a groan, I covered my face with my pillow.
So much for having sex again!
"Hey, Khushi," and he came over to me, taking the pillow away from me, revealing my red face.
Ugh why me?!
Arnav shook his head with a smile and kissed me. "You have every right to say to me whatever you please; you're my wife."
And embarrass myself to oblivion? Oh great!
"Hey, look at me."
I looked up at him and he kissed me once more. It was so good, it was enough to distract my mind from the embarrassment I had just put myself in, but thank goodness, it was now all forgotten thanks to these wonderful lips that belong to my husband.
Little did I know that my brain was about to be obliterated.
Arnav's lips traveled down along my body, his hands wandering along as well. I was so lost in passion that I never realized how far down he was going until I felt his lips there.
What the f-!
Looking down between my legs, I found Arnav's face in between them and holy crap, everything his mouth was doing to me was divine! I mean I have no words for it, holy fuck! He had reduced me to a mass of nerves, moaning and crying out his name in ecstasy as my fingers entangled themselves in his hair, my hips begging to buck and sway but couldn't due to his hold.
I had always heard that oral sex is amazing and you know what, I'm going to hop on that bandwagon and say fuck yeah it is!
My body began to rise and I recognized it very well from the night before. I was ready to orgasm, and as hard as I tried to pull away, I couldn't release myself from Arnav's hold. His eyes were on me but I couldn't look at him for long, as my head threw back, my eyes shutting as I cried out his name in pleasure and ecstasy.
Holy fuck that was amazing!
Thing around me blurred and hazed as I tried to regain my breath. I felt Arnav move around me and when my vision cleared, I saw him unroll a condom along his length.
Think what you want but just like that, I was ready. It was as if seeing him do that had completely filled up my health bar like this was some sort of video game. Think of it what you will, I was ready to go.
Arnav moved over me and with one slow thrust, Arnav buried himself within me and it felt amazing! There wasn't any pain whatsoever, thank goodness. I mean last night, it hurt a lot, but tonight I'm all good. It just took a moment for my body to adjust to him cause I mean that thing is big.
Everything after that was just... amazing! I don't think there's any word out there that could describe how wonderful it was and how great he made me feel. I will say one thing, however, and that is that love was definitely in the air. There was admiration for the other, and it could clearly be seen in our eyes. We trusted each other and loved each other.
And that's all that mattered.
I glanced over at Arnav, who was clearly enjoying his ice cream. "Cookies and cream huh?"
Arnav looked at me, glancing down at my tub of ice cream before looking back at me. "Chocolate chip cookie dough... interesting."
"Oh? Why is that," I chuckled.
"Since you chose this flavor, I'm assuming it's your favorite?"
I nodded.
"I'm surprised its not just plain vanilla or chocolate."
"Can I be honest?"
"Always."
"Um... I hate chocolate flavored ice cream."
Don't judge me, don't troll me, this is my opinion and I am entitled to it. I Khushi Singh Raizada - Singh Raizada!! - HATE chocolate ice cream. Bite me!
"Can I be honest too?"
"Always," I smiled.
"I hate chocolate ice cream too," he admitted.
Yes! Ha! I'm not the only one! In your face society! Don't come for us! Hah!
"I don't think its safe to say that out loud," Arnav chuckled. "Last time I said that, Di hit me."
"Oh my gosh, she hit you," I laughed.
"It's her favorite, but Di's crazy and what not so," and he rolled his eyes with a shrug.
Arnav took another spoonful of ice cream and looked out at the beach. Since his confession, he seems to be a bit more... loose. Like revealing his biggest secret had eased him and relaxed him, and he was much more comfortable now.
He's even smiling a bit more... and he looks so cute.
Arnav scooped up some ice cream with his spoon. "You're staring."
Oops.
Blush filled my cheeks as I quickly looked down at my tub of ice cream. But when Arnav took hold of my hand, my eyes met his. He was smiling at me softly, melting my heart.
Ugh, he can be so cute sometimes!
And for some reason, a desire grew within me. Yes, I did just have ice cream for desert but now...
I wanted him.
I know, I know! You must think I'm crazy and again I'm getting ahead of myself, just like with the shower thing earlier in the day but dammit I wanted to be intimate with my husband again! And I don't think that's a crime at all so there :P
"I think that's enough ice cream for one night," Arnav said, placing the lid of his ice cream back on. "You?"
Snapping out of my thoughts, I nodded, resealing my ice cream as well. Arnav took my ice cream and spoon, taking it to the kitchen to put away and wash. I went back into the bedroom, and as much as I wanted to change into my jammies and get comfy, there were other things on my mind.
I mean I'm standing at the foot of the bed and all I can think of is the night before. I couldn't stop thinking about the way he had taken care of me and how gentle he was with me; knowing all to well that he was, er, experienced, and was yet very gentle, not rushing me, was a nice feeling. Maybe someday I'll get on that experienced level - is that even a thing? - but for now-
Arnav brushed away my hair to one side, snapping me out of my thoughts. He nuzzled me behind my ear, his arms wrapping around my waist, my hands automatically moving over them.
"Penny for your thoughts," he muttered.
Um, there's no way I'm telling him that I'm thinking about last night, you can tell him that- actually no, don't you dare!
His lips began to wander along my neck and I wanted to melt in his hold.
Is it just me, or did it suddenly get hot in here?
Arnav teethed my earlobe and a moan instantly escaped from my lips.
Oh my gosh, I'm as horny as a teenager! Well I did claim myself to be horndog earlier- oh!
Without warning, Arnav whipped me around to him, still keeping his hold at my waist. And like the true idiot I am, while this man looked at me with a look that could literally make anything melt, I was busy looking at him like a fool in shock.
Come on girl, get it together! Get your woman-ness meter running, let's go! Let's go! LET'S GO!
It's too bad my brain was malfunctioning, I mean, can you blame it? Cause I don't.
Even more it malfunctioned when Arnav kissed me, I mean honestly, I think I heard sparks fly! But whether it was from the intensity or from the fact that my brain was crashing, I honestly have no clue, I'll leave you to be the judge of it.
Arnav pulled away and looked at me for a moment. "What are you thinking about Khushi," he asked softly.
Ugh, that voice! It makes me want to melt even more!
"Nothing," I whispered. "My brain has to work in order for me to think."
"And is it working right now?"
His grin was enough evidence to prove that he was entertained. "No."
"Why is that?"
"Because of you."
"Me?"
"Mm hmm."
"Interesting...."
Oh I bet you're more than interested, especially with that grin on your face.
"You're looking a little red Khushi. Are you feeling warm?"
On fire would be the correct answer but its not like I can say that, nor was I going to if I could. Instead I nodded... like a frigging bobble-head... and he was grinning even more.
Way to go Khushi!
Okay, I'm not embarrassing myself any further. When I gather some more courage, then and only then will I allow myself to be in my husband's arms.
Not wanting to embarrass myself any further, I pulled away from Arnav's hold, but he only pulled me back into him, my back colliding to his front.
Okay, so maybe I overestimated my own restraint. But let's face it, who was I even kidding? Me, courageous? Yeah right!
"If you think I'm letting go of you so easily, well, it's never going to happen," he murmured in my ear.
Oh?
"Not now, not in any lifetime," and he nipped at my ear.
Eep!
Arnav brought his hands up to the straps of my jumpsuit and I knew I was a goner. He loosened the straps and brushed them aside, the straps hanging lamely off of my shoulders. If enough space was created between us, then my jumpsuit would definitely no longer be covering my body.
And let's face it, we all know what I want... it's just too bad that I'm ridiculously shy!
Wah!
My free hand moved over my chest, holding onto the fabric. Arnav brushed his lips along my ear, causing me to shudder and loosen my hold, allowing for my jumpsuit to puddle at me feet.
Eek!
"Do you trust me," he murmured.
More than my own life.
When I nodded, Arnav brought his hand to the clasp of my strapless bra and unhooked it, my bra joining my jumpsuit on the floor.
Holy crap its happening again, its totally going to happen again! Come on Kush, gather some sort of bravery and turn to him!
As if the pep talk had some power, I stepped out of my puddled jumpsuit and faced to Arnav. I couldn't meet his eyes for long, feeling rather shy, and my heated cheeks were sure to give that away. Arnav placed his arm around my waist and kissed me, and I melted. I placed my hands over his chest, grasping at the fabric of his shirt.
I wanted him and I needed him.
Tugging at his shirt, I began to pull it up. I have no clue where this bravery was coming from, but I wasn't going to allow myself to focus on that. Instead I focused at the task at hand and pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor.
Geez-us oh my, I don't think I'll ever get over that body of his!
My eyes met his and all of hell went loose, my lips colliding with his, my fingers losing themselves to his hair. I think I may have even stunned him a little, though I'm not positive since he kissed me back with the same intensity as well. His hands were at my waist and he slowly guided me to the bed, my back meeting the soft fabric.
Yes, its happening again!
Unlike last night, however, there was more of a sense of comfort. Even if things weren't going as slowly as yesterday, it was still a good pace. To tell you the truth, if things had gone as slow as the night before, I probably would burst into flames! Maybe it has something to do with our truths that has us much more comfortable. We both had been completely vulnerable with each other and neither judged, only trusted.
Arnav's hands traveled down to my panties and I arched up, letting him remove the fabric off of my body and toss it who knows where. Honestly I don't know where it was, my focus was on his soft delectable lips and the dance they were doing with mine.
Letting go of my lips, Arnav's lips latched onto my neck, sucking and teasing away at my flesh. While one hand rested at my waist, the other massaged my breast and it felt so good!
"Undo my jeans," Arnav muttered against me.
Sexy husband of mine say what now?!
Arnav pulled back and looked down at me while I looked at him, stunned.
He wants me to what?
"Khushi I- sorry, I don't know what got into me-"
Sorry?! "Don't. Just...."
He better not apologize or else things are gonna go in a whole other direction involving my tears and everything that happened before we ever got intimate and after we arrived to the island.
Damn, that wasn't even that long ago.
"Khushi-"
"Arnav I... it's just new to me, that's all."
"I understand, I just don't want you to be uncomfortable or force you to do anything you don't want to."
Oh Arnav...
Caressing his cheek, I gave him a little kiss on his lips. "I know," I whispered.
I wanna do it. I really want to do it. And I can do it, I know I can!
Bringing my lips back to his, I kissed him while my hand wandered down from his cheek to the button of his jeans. With all the courage I could gather, I undid the button and pulled down the zipper.
Ah! Yes! I did it!
Arnav pulled back and looked at me. We gazed away at each other for a moment, love and admiration floating in the air around us. With a kiss on my forehead, Arnav removed his jeans and boxers, leaving him in nothing but his gorgeous self.
Ugh, I'll never get over it.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
"You're so hot-"
Arnav arched his eyebrow while my hand smacked over my mouth.
What the hell Khushi?! What the hell, what the hell, what. The. HELL?!
Letting out a groan, I covered my face with my pillow.
So much for having sex again!
"Hey, Khushi," and he came over to me, taking the pillow away from me, revealing my red face.
Ugh why me?!
Arnav shook his head with a smile and kissed me. "You have every right to say to me whatever you please; you're my wife."
And embarrass myself to oblivion? Oh great!
"Hey, look at me."
I looked up at him and he kissed me once more. It was so good, it was enough to distract my mind from the embarrassment I had just put myself in, but thank goodness, it was now all forgotten thanks to these wonderful lips that belong to my husband.
Little did I know that my brain was about to be obliterated.
Arnav's lips traveled down along my body, his hands wandering along as well. I was so lost in passion that I never realized how far down he was going until I felt his lips there.
What the f-!
Looking down between my legs, I found Arnav's face in between them and holy crap, everything his mouth was doing to me was divine! I mean I have no words for it, holy fuck! He had reduced me to a mass of nerves, moaning and crying out his name in ecstasy as my fingers entangled themselves in his hair, my hips begging to buck and sway but couldn't due to his hold.
I had always heard that oral sex is amazing and you know what, I'm going to hop on that bandwagon and say fuck yeah it is!
My body began to rise and I recognized it very well from the night before. I was ready to orgasm, and as hard as I tried to pull away, I couldn't release myself from Arnav's hold. His eyes were on me but I couldn't look at him for long, as my head threw back, my eyes shutting as I cried out his name in pleasure and ecstasy.
Holy fuck that was amazing!
Thing around me blurred and hazed as I tried to regain my breath. I felt Arnav move around me and when my vision cleared, I saw him unroll a condom along his length.
Think what you want but just like that, I was ready. It was as if seeing him do that had completely filled up my health bar like this was some sort of video game. Think of it what you will, I was ready to go.
Arnav moved over me and with one slow thrust, Arnav buried himself within me and it felt amazing! There wasn't any pain whatsoever, thank goodness. I mean last night, it hurt a lot, but tonight I'm all good. It just took a moment for my body to adjust to him cause I mean that thing is big.
Everything after that was just... amazing! I don't think there's any word out there that could describe how wonderful it was and how great he made me feel. I will say one thing, however, and that is that love was definitely in the air. There was admiration for the other, and it could clearly be seen in our eyes. We trusted each other and loved each other.
And that's all that mattered.
Friday, December 7, 2018
Maha Update - Chapter Twenty Six
Arnav paused and so did I. We were already on the docks, near our boat. Arnav began to sit down so I sat down beside him, both of us looking out to the dark horizon.
"I think I was about 16," Arnav began, still looking out to the horizon. "Either 16 or 17, something like that, but I was a teen. The family and I were at some party and I was bored out of mind, so I started to wander around. It was just some other rich person's house, in some big mansion, and it was absolutely dull, I mean the hallways were filled with fancy paintings and pieces and being a teen, I wanted to barf," he chuckled.
"I think any normal teenager would want to," I chuckled.
"Yeah.... I just wandered around, hoping to find something interesting, and eventually I did, though I never thought I was going to find what I did."
My eyebrows met in the middle as I looked at him in confusion.
"The guy, who was hosting the party with his wife, was fucking a woman that wasn't his wife."
My eyes widened immediately.
What the fuck?!
"They were just out in the open, although the party was on the other end of the mansion, they probably thought they were safe. But because I was bored....
"Sometimes I get mad at myself over it. Had I kept it together and not wandered around, none of that would've happened. I always had at other boring parties before, why I couldn't at that one... fuck!"
I reached over and squeezed Arnav's hand lightly, hoping to comfort him. He let out a sigh and continued.
"He had her up against the wall, so he didn't end up seeing me, but the woman did - and she wasn't bothered whatsoever. Instead she smirked at me, began to moan louder, and not once did she remove her eyes from me. It was as if she had me hypnotized because I couldn't look away, as hard as I tried. She kept her eyes on me the entire time, even when she came...."
Arnav looked at me but I looked down at our entangled hands.
"Khushi if this is bothering you, I'll stop-"
"Don't. I can tell this is something that bothers you, and you said you've never told anyone before. Keeping it trapped within isn't good, you have to let it out."
"Are you sure?"
Am I? "Yes."
Arnav squeezed my hand lightly, looking down at our hands as he took a deep breath.
"When they were done, the guy tried to act like nothing had happened and simply zipped up and slipped away. The woman kept her eyes on me and walked my way as she straightened her dress. I was stuck in place, even though my mind was screaming and telling me to leave, I just couldn't. Instead, I stood there and she came over to me, and without a word she... she just slipped her hands in...."
My eyes widened immediately. She did what?!!
"I was so stunned, I couldn't even stop her. I didn't even realize that I was hard and she worked me up...."
She... oh my gosh!
"I had never came so hard in my life, prior to that. She had me all cleaned up, kissed me, and gave me her phone number. ...and like an idiot, I called her later that night.
"I swear, if I could go back and change things I would, I was such a stupid, brainless teenager, thinking with my dick 95% of the times! I was such an idiot, but I saw her, continuously for years, in secret because of how much older she was than me."
If you had to keep it a secret simply because of your age- wait a minute, she molested you! At 16! What the fuck?!
"No matter how many times I tried to get rid of her - got into relationships with others, I always went back to her. It was as if she had this... this magical hold on me, like she cast a spell on me. Even the times I was with her, I was disgusted with myself, but still, I did it... and I don't know why."
Hard as I tried not to think it, I did - mommy issues. I mean it made sense; when my family and I first met Arnav and his family, Nani had told my parents and Buaji how his parents had both passed away in a car crash when he was only 7. Him being involved with an older woman and always wanting her attention... it just made sense.
However she did molest him, and this I am not okay with at all!
"When Di told me that she and Nani were getting serious and were going to start looking for a potential bride for me, I knew it just had to stop. In the past, I had cheated on my exes with that woman, and I didn't want to mistreat the woman I would marry in the same way. That was about a month before I met you, when I had cut ties with her. There used to be this place we would meet up in, where she would stay most of the time, and I sold that property, trying to get rid of any ties of her and my past. I did see her once, however, after our alliance was created because she thought it was just like all those times before I had tried to leave her. But unlike those times before, I was in love, and I wasn't going to let anything jeopardize it."
Wait... "You... saw her even after things settled between us?"
Arnav looked at me. "I swear Khushi, nothing like that happened between us, I just told her to fuck off and leave me alone, that's it."
"No- I mean I believe you," I quickly put in before he thought I didn't based on the look of hurt that was about to spread across his face. "What I mean is... you knew you loved me then? Before our wedding?"
Arnav nodded. "I did."
He reached out and caressed my cheek. "I told you Khushi, there's just something about you... I don't know, I can't control it, I can't control the way I feel about you."
Oh my.....
"I just... I want to make you happy, protect you... love you."
"Oh Arnav," and I kissed him.
Dammit, I am head over heels for this man, and I don't care one bit! I love him, and I love him with all of my heart. As for that woman, I hate her! I hate her more than anything... well, along with someone else.
I pulled back. "Arnav, there's something I need to tell you."
"What is it?"
Oh gosh, how do I tell him this I mean... I've tried to forget this myself all my life, but I can't. I lie to myself about it but no matter how hard I try not to believe reality... fuck!
"You told me your deepest secret... it's only right I tell you mine."
"What do you mean?"
I looked down at our entangled hands, hoping that it would give me strength. "Um... well unlike your secret, mine is actually a family secret."
He didn't say anything, but I could tell he wanted for me to continue.
"There's one thing my family has lied to you about, something that I've lied to you about."
His eyebrows met in the middle and I could see that he was very curious to know.
With a deep breath, I gathered all the courage I could get. "I'm not really my parents' daughter."
Arnav's eyes widened.
"I was adopted," I whispered.
Arnav looked at me in shock for a moment. I was pretty stunned myself - I had never said it out loud before. When I had found out that I was adopted, I was only 12, and I had made my parents swear to never bring it up, not even Buaji could bring it up. I considered myself to be my parents' daughter and that was it. I didn't care who gave birth to me, my Amma was my Amma and that was it. But I was only being in denial of the truth, and its dug at me for years and years. Now finally having said it out loud and to someone else, felt like heavy chains had been taken off of me.
Arnav gave my hand a squeeze, bringing me back to reality. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, just... I never knew that saying it out loud would make me feel so... light... and free."
Arnav nodded. "That's the same way I felt telling you about her."
When you've got heavy secrets... it makes sense.
"You don't have to tell me about it if you don't want to," he said softly.
"There isn't much to it. My birth-mother is actually Amma's younger sister; they were several years apart. ...my birth-mother was around 14 when she became pregnant with me. By then, Amma and Babuji had just gotten married; my grandparents were afraid to let Amma know, in case it jeopardized her marriage. But Babuji only supported my mother and her family."
I let out a shaky sigh. "My birth-mother didn't want me. I mean I get it, she was only 14, who wants to be responsible then, especially for another human being? So my family devised a plan that Amma and Babuji would go away for a year, pretend that they got pregnant and had me, when in actuality my birth-mother was really just handing me over to them. It all worked out in the end, and before my grandparents could banish her, my birth-mother ran off. ...I was 12 when I found out about all of this."
Arnav placed his arm around me and held me to him, and it was a very much welcome feeling to the coldness I felt.
"Did you ever try to reach out to her," he asked softly.
"No... but I did ask about her once when I was 18. Amma and Babuji had hired a peivate investigator and it turns out she had been living her life away in Miami, still being reckless. It just absolutely disgusted me, I mean I had hoped that maybe one day she'd reach out to find out about her daughter, but she never did, not once. Instead she's partying around, getting drunk, and fucking whatever she wants as always, according to Amma that is. Honestly I want nothing to do with that woman and I just want to forget her."
"I understand."
Arnav looked down at me and I looked up at him.
"I didn't think this night was going to get as heavy as it did," he tried to smile off.
I clicked my tongue. "Too late," and Arnav grinned.
"We should get going, its getting pretty late."
We both stood up, Arnav helping me up, and we got on the boat.
"Maybe when we get back to the house, we can lighten things up with some desert," Arnav said.
"We have ice cream so perfect."
Arnav gave me a smile and I smiled in return. Honestly, the evening had indeed gotten pretty heavy. But having told Arnav my deepest secret, and him not treating me any different, was a wonderful feeling. I'm glad that I'm able to trust him just like he's able to trust me.
"I think I was about 16," Arnav began, still looking out to the horizon. "Either 16 or 17, something like that, but I was a teen. The family and I were at some party and I was bored out of mind, so I started to wander around. It was just some other rich person's house, in some big mansion, and it was absolutely dull, I mean the hallways were filled with fancy paintings and pieces and being a teen, I wanted to barf," he chuckled.
"I think any normal teenager would want to," I chuckled.
"Yeah.... I just wandered around, hoping to find something interesting, and eventually I did, though I never thought I was going to find what I did."
My eyebrows met in the middle as I looked at him in confusion.
"The guy, who was hosting the party with his wife, was fucking a woman that wasn't his wife."
My eyes widened immediately.
What the fuck?!
"They were just out in the open, although the party was on the other end of the mansion, they probably thought they were safe. But because I was bored....
"Sometimes I get mad at myself over it. Had I kept it together and not wandered around, none of that would've happened. I always had at other boring parties before, why I couldn't at that one... fuck!"
I reached over and squeezed Arnav's hand lightly, hoping to comfort him. He let out a sigh and continued.
"He had her up against the wall, so he didn't end up seeing me, but the woman did - and she wasn't bothered whatsoever. Instead she smirked at me, began to moan louder, and not once did she remove her eyes from me. It was as if she had me hypnotized because I couldn't look away, as hard as I tried. She kept her eyes on me the entire time, even when she came...."
Arnav looked at me but I looked down at our entangled hands.
"Khushi if this is bothering you, I'll stop-"
"Don't. I can tell this is something that bothers you, and you said you've never told anyone before. Keeping it trapped within isn't good, you have to let it out."
"Are you sure?"
Am I? "Yes."
Arnav squeezed my hand lightly, looking down at our hands as he took a deep breath.
"When they were done, the guy tried to act like nothing had happened and simply zipped up and slipped away. The woman kept her eyes on me and walked my way as she straightened her dress. I was stuck in place, even though my mind was screaming and telling me to leave, I just couldn't. Instead, I stood there and she came over to me, and without a word she... she just slipped her hands in...."
My eyes widened immediately. She did what?!!
"I was so stunned, I couldn't even stop her. I didn't even realize that I was hard and she worked me up...."
She... oh my gosh!
"I had never came so hard in my life, prior to that. She had me all cleaned up, kissed me, and gave me her phone number. ...and like an idiot, I called her later that night.
"I swear, if I could go back and change things I would, I was such a stupid, brainless teenager, thinking with my dick 95% of the times! I was such an idiot, but I saw her, continuously for years, in secret because of how much older she was than me."
If you had to keep it a secret simply because of your age- wait a minute, she molested you! At 16! What the fuck?!
"No matter how many times I tried to get rid of her - got into relationships with others, I always went back to her. It was as if she had this... this magical hold on me, like she cast a spell on me. Even the times I was with her, I was disgusted with myself, but still, I did it... and I don't know why."
Hard as I tried not to think it, I did - mommy issues. I mean it made sense; when my family and I first met Arnav and his family, Nani had told my parents and Buaji how his parents had both passed away in a car crash when he was only 7. Him being involved with an older woman and always wanting her attention... it just made sense.
However she did molest him, and this I am not okay with at all!
"When Di told me that she and Nani were getting serious and were going to start looking for a potential bride for me, I knew it just had to stop. In the past, I had cheated on my exes with that woman, and I didn't want to mistreat the woman I would marry in the same way. That was about a month before I met you, when I had cut ties with her. There used to be this place we would meet up in, where she would stay most of the time, and I sold that property, trying to get rid of any ties of her and my past. I did see her once, however, after our alliance was created because she thought it was just like all those times before I had tried to leave her. But unlike those times before, I was in love, and I wasn't going to let anything jeopardize it."
Wait... "You... saw her even after things settled between us?"
Arnav looked at me. "I swear Khushi, nothing like that happened between us, I just told her to fuck off and leave me alone, that's it."
"No- I mean I believe you," I quickly put in before he thought I didn't based on the look of hurt that was about to spread across his face. "What I mean is... you knew you loved me then? Before our wedding?"
Arnav nodded. "I did."
He reached out and caressed my cheek. "I told you Khushi, there's just something about you... I don't know, I can't control it, I can't control the way I feel about you."
Oh my.....
"I just... I want to make you happy, protect you... love you."
"Oh Arnav," and I kissed him.
Dammit, I am head over heels for this man, and I don't care one bit! I love him, and I love him with all of my heart. As for that woman, I hate her! I hate her more than anything... well, along with someone else.
I pulled back. "Arnav, there's something I need to tell you."
"What is it?"
Oh gosh, how do I tell him this I mean... I've tried to forget this myself all my life, but I can't. I lie to myself about it but no matter how hard I try not to believe reality... fuck!
"You told me your deepest secret... it's only right I tell you mine."
"What do you mean?"
I looked down at our entangled hands, hoping that it would give me strength. "Um... well unlike your secret, mine is actually a family secret."
He didn't say anything, but I could tell he wanted for me to continue.
"There's one thing my family has lied to you about, something that I've lied to you about."
His eyebrows met in the middle and I could see that he was very curious to know.
With a deep breath, I gathered all the courage I could get. "I'm not really my parents' daughter."
Arnav's eyes widened.
"I was adopted," I whispered.
Arnav looked at me in shock for a moment. I was pretty stunned myself - I had never said it out loud before. When I had found out that I was adopted, I was only 12, and I had made my parents swear to never bring it up, not even Buaji could bring it up. I considered myself to be my parents' daughter and that was it. I didn't care who gave birth to me, my Amma was my Amma and that was it. But I was only being in denial of the truth, and its dug at me for years and years. Now finally having said it out loud and to someone else, felt like heavy chains had been taken off of me.
Arnav gave my hand a squeeze, bringing me back to reality. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, just... I never knew that saying it out loud would make me feel so... light... and free."
Arnav nodded. "That's the same way I felt telling you about her."
When you've got heavy secrets... it makes sense.
"You don't have to tell me about it if you don't want to," he said softly.
"There isn't much to it. My birth-mother is actually Amma's younger sister; they were several years apart. ...my birth-mother was around 14 when she became pregnant with me. By then, Amma and Babuji had just gotten married; my grandparents were afraid to let Amma know, in case it jeopardized her marriage. But Babuji only supported my mother and her family."
I let out a shaky sigh. "My birth-mother didn't want me. I mean I get it, she was only 14, who wants to be responsible then, especially for another human being? So my family devised a plan that Amma and Babuji would go away for a year, pretend that they got pregnant and had me, when in actuality my birth-mother was really just handing me over to them. It all worked out in the end, and before my grandparents could banish her, my birth-mother ran off. ...I was 12 when I found out about all of this."
Arnav placed his arm around me and held me to him, and it was a very much welcome feeling to the coldness I felt.
"Did you ever try to reach out to her," he asked softly.
"No... but I did ask about her once when I was 18. Amma and Babuji had hired a peivate investigator and it turns out she had been living her life away in Miami, still being reckless. It just absolutely disgusted me, I mean I had hoped that maybe one day she'd reach out to find out about her daughter, but she never did, not once. Instead she's partying around, getting drunk, and fucking whatever she wants as always, according to Amma that is. Honestly I want nothing to do with that woman and I just want to forget her."
"I understand."
Arnav looked down at me and I looked up at him.
"I didn't think this night was going to get as heavy as it did," he tried to smile off.
I clicked my tongue. "Too late," and Arnav grinned.
"We should get going, its getting pretty late."
We both stood up, Arnav helping me up, and we got on the boat.
"Maybe when we get back to the house, we can lighten things up with some desert," Arnav said.
"We have ice cream so perfect."
Arnav gave me a smile and I smiled in return. Honestly, the evening had indeed gotten pretty heavy. But having told Arnav my deepest secret, and him not treating me any different, was a wonderful feeling. I'm glad that I'm able to trust him just like he's able to trust me.
Thursday, December 6, 2018
Chapter Twenty Five
With a sigh, I looked at myself in the mirror. Since we were going to be having a nice and casual dinner, I wore a black and white striped jumpsuit that had a v-neck cut. I kept my makeup light and my hair in waves.
This is good right? I look good... I think.
"You look beautiful."
I looked up at Arnav through the mirror, who wore a black T-shirt and dark washed jeans, his Rolex showing off with pride on his wrist.
Geez, how much must've that cost? Probably as much as its pride.
"You're looking quite handsome yourself," I smiled softly, forgetting about the watch.
With a smile, he walked over to me and I turned to him. As his hands went to my waist, my arms wrapped themselves around his neck.
"Shall we get going?"
I nodded and he gave me a quick kiss before leading me out. When we got outside, the boat was already waiting for us, ready to take us back to the mainland. Once we got on, it didn't take long before we arrived and were taken to a restaurant by car.
Honestly, Cuba is just absolutely beautiful!
When we got to the restaurant, we were seated at a booth in the corner. Going through the menu and choosing what we wanted to eat, we placed our order with the waiter and he disappeared.
"This place is really cute," I said, glancing around.
There were other couples in the restaurant as well, along with a few families.
"I thought we could do something different instead of just staying on the island."
I nodded in acknowledgement, still glancing around.
"Something on your mind?"
My eyes met his and I could see concern in his eyes. "What makes you think that?"
"Well for one, you didn't deny it."
Oh... um-
Arnav reached out for my hand and took it in his. There was a small candle that sat in the middle of the table, causing for our joined hands to make a shadow against the wall.
"Talk to me."
Um... I mean what do I say? Ever since the thought of his past came to mind, I haven't stopped thinking about it at all. I mean-
"Hey..."
I looked up at him.
"You can talk to me about anything, you know that right?"
Sigh.... I may as well. "Um... there was something that's been poking in the back of my head recently."
His eyebrows met in the middle as he looked at me in confusion.
"Uh well... before we got married... my cousin would show me articles and magazines about you."
"Okay...?"
"About your past relationships and flings," I nearly whispered.
"Oh... I see."
I didn't say anything, pursing my lips and looking to the side. Arnav didn't say anything either for a moment, just toying with my fingers, until he finally spoke.
"Does it bother you?"
My eyes met his, which were already on me. "Um... no... not really, no."
He continued to look at me, so I elaborated.
"Everyone has their past - just because mine wasn't really anything and boring, doesn't mean yours has to be too."
"Your past isn't boring."
"In comparison to yours, I'd say so."
"Khushi," he sighed.
I simply shrugged, looking at our joined hands. "I'm not in the least bit surprised that you were once involved with so many girls, I mean look at you - you're Arnav Singh Raizada, hotshot CEO and gorgeous. Why wouldn't you have had girls flocking all over you?"
"You think I'm gorgeous?"
Fuck! Me and my big mouth!
I looked up at Arnav and I could see a faint smile dripping on his lips. His humor was very much evident in his eyes as they gleamed in the candlelight.
Eeeppp!!!
"I think you're gorgeous too."
Blush immediately swept across my cheeks as I looked away.
I... he... awww!
Arnav sighed and toyed with my ring. "I admit, over the years I have been involved with some women, but most of the tabloids were wrong; some were simply business partners, secretaries, and so on - nothing else."
I looked back up at him. "Well, some of the stories were absurd, so they were kinda hard to believe. But others that were saying you went to a hotel with a girl at 12 and didn't come out until the sun was up, well... those I believe... and I'm assuming I'm right to believe they're true?"
Arnav nodded. "Yeah...."
Just then, our food arrived and it looked absolutely delicious! I freed my hand from Arnav's, although he didn't exactly look so happy about it, but I was ready to pig out over this steak of mine - with etiquette of course, we're out in public.
Arnav and I began to eat, not saying anything for the moment, until Arnav finally spoke.
"Khushi, you are being honest with me, right?"
I paused mid-chew and looked at him.
"Because if it does bother you, I want you to tell me."
I shook my head, gulping down my food. "It doesn't. Like I said, I get it; everyone has their past, and just because I never had a boyfriend before or any kinds of relationships, doesn't necessarily mean it has to be the same for you. You've dated and have been... intimate with them and that's okay. I get it."
Arnav looked down at his food and went into thought. I watched him as I ate, curious as to what was going on through that head of his.
"Khushi there's... there's something I need to talk to you about. ...something I've never told anyone before."
Oh? "What is it about?"
"I'll tell you once we're done, go ahead and finish your food," and he resumed eating.
Wha- finish my food? Well how exactly am I supposed to-! Actually, that's a lie, I'm a pig, I can eat this easily but I won't be able to do that patiently! What does he want to tell me? I really want to know now thanks to this suspense!
It wasn't long before we finished eating and were ready to leave, although Arnav had offered to get desert, but I had refused. I wanted to know what he had to say, and I didn't want to waste anymore time. So once the bill was settled, Arnav and I headed out and walked along the streets. Now I've failed to mention that we have security, but they were barely noticeable, blending into the crowd, ready to jump if necessary. They don't stay on the island with us but on a yacht, making sure no intruders came by, which didn't exactly make any sense to me, but oh well, I guess that's their job.
I mean who would possibly try to come our way? Oh well.
Arnav and I strolled along the street, hand in hand. He wasn't saying anything, but my eyes were on him, ears ready to hear.
"You're really curious to know, aren't you," he chuckled lightly, looking at me.
"I feel like I'm in a Bollywood soap with the amount of suspense you're putting."
Arnav laughed at that and I sighed - I just love the sound of his laugh.
"Well, I guess you have a point but alright, I should just get it over with."
We were now near the docks, walking towards the boat.
"It's... it's somewhat embarrassing for me, to be honest," he began. "I was young and stupid, I knew I shouldn't have done it but... I did it for years."
Arnav didn't say anything, but I gave him his moment. He seemed to be struggling in gathering his words. Whatever it is that he's about to tell me must be really important and serious, given that he said he's never told anyone about this before.
Question is, do I really want to hear this?
This is good right? I look good... I think.
"You look beautiful."
I looked up at Arnav through the mirror, who wore a black T-shirt and dark washed jeans, his Rolex showing off with pride on his wrist.
Geez, how much must've that cost? Probably as much as its pride.
"You're looking quite handsome yourself," I smiled softly, forgetting about the watch.
With a smile, he walked over to me and I turned to him. As his hands went to my waist, my arms wrapped themselves around his neck.
"Shall we get going?"
I nodded and he gave me a quick kiss before leading me out. When we got outside, the boat was already waiting for us, ready to take us back to the mainland. Once we got on, it didn't take long before we arrived and were taken to a restaurant by car.
Honestly, Cuba is just absolutely beautiful!
When we got to the restaurant, we were seated at a booth in the corner. Going through the menu and choosing what we wanted to eat, we placed our order with the waiter and he disappeared.
"This place is really cute," I said, glancing around.
There were other couples in the restaurant as well, along with a few families.
"I thought we could do something different instead of just staying on the island."
I nodded in acknowledgement, still glancing around.
"Something on your mind?"
My eyes met his and I could see concern in his eyes. "What makes you think that?"
"Well for one, you didn't deny it."
Oh... um-
Arnav reached out for my hand and took it in his. There was a small candle that sat in the middle of the table, causing for our joined hands to make a shadow against the wall.
"Talk to me."
Um... I mean what do I say? Ever since the thought of his past came to mind, I haven't stopped thinking about it at all. I mean-
"Hey..."
I looked up at him.
"You can talk to me about anything, you know that right?"
Sigh.... I may as well. "Um... there was something that's been poking in the back of my head recently."
His eyebrows met in the middle as he looked at me in confusion.
"Uh well... before we got married... my cousin would show me articles and magazines about you."
"Okay...?"
"About your past relationships and flings," I nearly whispered.
"Oh... I see."
I didn't say anything, pursing my lips and looking to the side. Arnav didn't say anything either for a moment, just toying with my fingers, until he finally spoke.
"Does it bother you?"
My eyes met his, which were already on me. "Um... no... not really, no."
He continued to look at me, so I elaborated.
"Everyone has their past - just because mine wasn't really anything and boring, doesn't mean yours has to be too."
"Your past isn't boring."
"In comparison to yours, I'd say so."
"Khushi," he sighed.
I simply shrugged, looking at our joined hands. "I'm not in the least bit surprised that you were once involved with so many girls, I mean look at you - you're Arnav Singh Raizada, hotshot CEO and gorgeous. Why wouldn't you have had girls flocking all over you?"
"You think I'm gorgeous?"
Fuck! Me and my big mouth!
I looked up at Arnav and I could see a faint smile dripping on his lips. His humor was very much evident in his eyes as they gleamed in the candlelight.
Eeeppp!!!
"I think you're gorgeous too."
Blush immediately swept across my cheeks as I looked away.
I... he... awww!
Arnav sighed and toyed with my ring. "I admit, over the years I have been involved with some women, but most of the tabloids were wrong; some were simply business partners, secretaries, and so on - nothing else."
I looked back up at him. "Well, some of the stories were absurd, so they were kinda hard to believe. But others that were saying you went to a hotel with a girl at 12 and didn't come out until the sun was up, well... those I believe... and I'm assuming I'm right to believe they're true?"
Arnav nodded. "Yeah...."
Just then, our food arrived and it looked absolutely delicious! I freed my hand from Arnav's, although he didn't exactly look so happy about it, but I was ready to pig out over this steak of mine - with etiquette of course, we're out in public.
Arnav and I began to eat, not saying anything for the moment, until Arnav finally spoke.
"Khushi, you are being honest with me, right?"
I paused mid-chew and looked at him.
"Because if it does bother you, I want you to tell me."
I shook my head, gulping down my food. "It doesn't. Like I said, I get it; everyone has their past, and just because I never had a boyfriend before or any kinds of relationships, doesn't necessarily mean it has to be the same for you. You've dated and have been... intimate with them and that's okay. I get it."
Arnav looked down at his food and went into thought. I watched him as I ate, curious as to what was going on through that head of his.
"Khushi there's... there's something I need to talk to you about. ...something I've never told anyone before."
Oh? "What is it about?"
"I'll tell you once we're done, go ahead and finish your food," and he resumed eating.
Wha- finish my food? Well how exactly am I supposed to-! Actually, that's a lie, I'm a pig, I can eat this easily but I won't be able to do that patiently! What does he want to tell me? I really want to know now thanks to this suspense!
*~*
It wasn't long before we finished eating and were ready to leave, although Arnav had offered to get desert, but I had refused. I wanted to know what he had to say, and I didn't want to waste anymore time. So once the bill was settled, Arnav and I headed out and walked along the streets. Now I've failed to mention that we have security, but they were barely noticeable, blending into the crowd, ready to jump if necessary. They don't stay on the island with us but on a yacht, making sure no intruders came by, which didn't exactly make any sense to me, but oh well, I guess that's their job.
I mean who would possibly try to come our way? Oh well.
Arnav and I strolled along the street, hand in hand. He wasn't saying anything, but my eyes were on him, ears ready to hear.
"You're really curious to know, aren't you," he chuckled lightly, looking at me.
"I feel like I'm in a Bollywood soap with the amount of suspense you're putting."
Arnav laughed at that and I sighed - I just love the sound of his laugh.
"Well, I guess you have a point but alright, I should just get it over with."
We were now near the docks, walking towards the boat.
"It's... it's somewhat embarrassing for me, to be honest," he began. "I was young and stupid, I knew I shouldn't have done it but... I did it for years."
Arnav didn't say anything, but I gave him his moment. He seemed to be struggling in gathering his words. Whatever it is that he's about to tell me must be really important and serious, given that he said he's never told anyone about this before.
Question is, do I really want to hear this?
Wednesday, November 28, 2018
Chapter Twenty Four
Are we really about to shower together? Eeepppppp!!!!
Arnav placed his hands at the hem of my shirt and looked at me. Again, it was clear that he was asking for permission and it looks like my suspicions are right.
Eep!
I raised my hands up above me, giving Arnav the confirmation he needed. His hands slipped beneath the shirt and he removed it, exposing my entire body to him.
Did I mention I had no underwear on? No? Well I have no underwear on, so yes, I am now completely naked before my husband.
Hai DM, give me strength!
The coldness from the marble spread through my body, causing me to shudder. Arnav placed his hand on my back and rubbed it up and down, giving me some warmth.
"Let me go get the shower ready," he said softly.
With a nod, he let go of me and toyed with the buttons of the shower, setting the temperature for the water. He placed his hand under the water to test it, and once he was okay with it, he turned back to me.
Shit, we're really about to shower together? Like really going to shower together, oh my gosh!
Arnav picked me up into his arms again and carried me over to the entrance of the shower.
"By the way," Arnav began as he set me down on my feet, "I was wondering if you wanted to head to the mainland for dinner?"
"Oh, um, sure."
"Great, I'll go get the boat ready."
Placing a kiss on top of my head, he turned to leave.
"Wait you're not showering with me?"
Did I really just say that out loud?! Khushi!!! Wtf?!!!
Arnav turned back to me and I couldn't meet his eyes, completely embarrassed.
Stupid, stupid, stupid girl! You have sex one time and you just automatically assume you're going to shower together? Stupid, stupid, stupid!
Not wanting to embarrass myself any further, I stepped into the shower without another word.
I am such an idiot! Having sex one time does not automatically qualify you to do everything else! Ugh, why am I an idiot?!
The water was very welcoming on my burning-from-embarrassment body. I wrapped my arms around me to give me some comfort, still feeling rather stupid.
I. Am. An idiot. A complete. Idiot.
Warm hands wrapped around me, snapping me away from my inward scoldings and back to reality. Arnav buried his face in my hair and sighed, holding onto me.
Wait he... he's actually joining me?
Arnav said nothing and neither did I. He simply held onto me, relaxing into me. His body leaned against mine and my body was hyper-aware of his.
Especially of a certain thing.
Moments passed, the water simply cascading down on us, until finally Arnav turned me to him. He brushed away the wet hair that had clasped onto my face, and held me to him. But I was still embarrassed, so I couldn't meet his eyes.
"Khushi, look at me," he said softly.
After how I just embarrassed myself? Nope!
I shook my head.
He tried to meet my eyes but couldn't. "Please?"
My eyes automatically met his; it was just something in his voice that triggered me to meet his eyes. The moment they did, however, Arnav kissed me, surprising me.
Ugh, this is just perfect!
I melted in his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck as he held me by my waist. He let go first and placed his forehead against mine.
"I don't want to screw this up," he nearly whispered.
"You won't," I replied, my tone matching his.
Arnav pulled back and looked at me.
"Last night... last night was amazing," I blushed.
A small smile appeared on his lips and he kissed my heated cheek. "It was amazing for me as well."
Eeeeeppppp!!!!
I buried my face in his chest, smiling like an absolute idiot.
"Here, let me help you get cleaned," he said.
I loosened my hold on him and he reached over for the shampoo. Squirting some into his hand, he began to massage it into my hair and it felt so heavenly. I looked at him in awe as he worked away.
"Penny for your thoughts," he asked while still focusing on my hair.
"Nothing really just... this is all very new for me," I said softly.
His eyes briefly met mine before focusing on my hair once more. "It's new for me too."
Hearing that made me smile, but something began to poke the back of mind. I couldn't help but to think of the days before the wedding when Payal kept throwing many articles of Arnav at me.
"Look at this," Payal said, shoving a magazine in my face. "He left this hotel with some chick at like 4 AM."
"Payal are you trying to become my enemy or what," I scowled.
She pulled it away. "Absolutely not, I'm just advising you. Look, I get it, he's very handsome and clearly you two have fallen for each other but you still need to know the man you're going to spend the rest of your life with, including his past."
Taking hold of the magazine I looked down at it. It was an old issue, about a year or so old, the front cover showing Arnav and a woman, who was covering her face with her clutch.
"You need to talk to him about this. Heck, he needs to talk to you about this."
"I know."
I peeked up at Arnav as he rinsed the shampoo out of my hair. As far as things went for us, everything was okay. Payal is right, and I should totally ask him about his past relationships, but for some reason, I was afraid. I mean I had already told him before that I had never been in a relationship before. When I had seen him the first time, I knew he must've had a few exes here and there, I mean look at him. On top of that, he's a hot shot CEO so I'm sure a number of girls threw themselves at him, it's not surprising at all. And the gossip columns and magazines only pushed that fact further.
Should I ask him about it during dinner?
Sigh... I have to one day or another... I may as well get it out of the way.
Arnav placed his hands at the hem of my shirt and looked at me. Again, it was clear that he was asking for permission and it looks like my suspicions are right.
Eep!
I raised my hands up above me, giving Arnav the confirmation he needed. His hands slipped beneath the shirt and he removed it, exposing my entire body to him.
Did I mention I had no underwear on? No? Well I have no underwear on, so yes, I am now completely naked before my husband.
Hai DM, give me strength!
The coldness from the marble spread through my body, causing me to shudder. Arnav placed his hand on my back and rubbed it up and down, giving me some warmth.
"Let me go get the shower ready," he said softly.
With a nod, he let go of me and toyed with the buttons of the shower, setting the temperature for the water. He placed his hand under the water to test it, and once he was okay with it, he turned back to me.
Shit, we're really about to shower together? Like really going to shower together, oh my gosh!
Arnav picked me up into his arms again and carried me over to the entrance of the shower.
"By the way," Arnav began as he set me down on my feet, "I was wondering if you wanted to head to the mainland for dinner?"
"Oh, um, sure."
"Great, I'll go get the boat ready."
Placing a kiss on top of my head, he turned to leave.
"Wait you're not showering with me?"
Did I really just say that out loud?! Khushi!!! Wtf?!!!
Arnav turned back to me and I couldn't meet his eyes, completely embarrassed.
Stupid, stupid, stupid girl! You have sex one time and you just automatically assume you're going to shower together? Stupid, stupid, stupid!
Not wanting to embarrass myself any further, I stepped into the shower without another word.
I am such an idiot! Having sex one time does not automatically qualify you to do everything else! Ugh, why am I an idiot?!
The water was very welcoming on my burning-from-embarrassment body. I wrapped my arms around me to give me some comfort, still feeling rather stupid.
I. Am. An idiot. A complete. Idiot.
Warm hands wrapped around me, snapping me away from my inward scoldings and back to reality. Arnav buried his face in my hair and sighed, holding onto me.
Wait he... he's actually joining me?
Arnav said nothing and neither did I. He simply held onto me, relaxing into me. His body leaned against mine and my body was hyper-aware of his.
Especially of a certain thing.
Moments passed, the water simply cascading down on us, until finally Arnav turned me to him. He brushed away the wet hair that had clasped onto my face, and held me to him. But I was still embarrassed, so I couldn't meet his eyes.
"Khushi, look at me," he said softly.
After how I just embarrassed myself? Nope!
I shook my head.
He tried to meet my eyes but couldn't. "Please?"
My eyes automatically met his; it was just something in his voice that triggered me to meet his eyes. The moment they did, however, Arnav kissed me, surprising me.
Ugh, this is just perfect!
I melted in his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck as he held me by my waist. He let go first and placed his forehead against mine.
"I don't want to screw this up," he nearly whispered.
"You won't," I replied, my tone matching his.
Arnav pulled back and looked at me.
"Last night... last night was amazing," I blushed.
A small smile appeared on his lips and he kissed my heated cheek. "It was amazing for me as well."
Eeeeeppppp!!!!
I buried my face in his chest, smiling like an absolute idiot.
"Here, let me help you get cleaned," he said.
I loosened my hold on him and he reached over for the shampoo. Squirting some into his hand, he began to massage it into my hair and it felt so heavenly. I looked at him in awe as he worked away.
"Penny for your thoughts," he asked while still focusing on my hair.
"Nothing really just... this is all very new for me," I said softly.
His eyes briefly met mine before focusing on my hair once more. "It's new for me too."
Hearing that made me smile, but something began to poke the back of mind. I couldn't help but to think of the days before the wedding when Payal kept throwing many articles of Arnav at me.
"Look at this," Payal said, shoving a magazine in my face. "He left this hotel with some chick at like 4 AM."
"Payal are you trying to become my enemy or what," I scowled.
She pulled it away. "Absolutely not, I'm just advising you. Look, I get it, he's very handsome and clearly you two have fallen for each other but you still need to know the man you're going to spend the rest of your life with, including his past."
Taking hold of the magazine I looked down at it. It was an old issue, about a year or so old, the front cover showing Arnav and a woman, who was covering her face with her clutch.
"You need to talk to him about this. Heck, he needs to talk to you about this."
"I know."
I peeked up at Arnav as he rinsed the shampoo out of my hair. As far as things went for us, everything was okay. Payal is right, and I should totally ask him about his past relationships, but for some reason, I was afraid. I mean I had already told him before that I had never been in a relationship before. When I had seen him the first time, I knew he must've had a few exes here and there, I mean look at him. On top of that, he's a hot shot CEO so I'm sure a number of girls threw themselves at him, it's not surprising at all. And the gossip columns and magazines only pushed that fact further.
Should I ask him about it during dinner?
Sigh... I have to one day or another... I may as well get it out of the way.
Wednesday, November 21, 2018
Chapter Twenty Three
Waking up the next morning, I didn't find Arnav beside me.
Where did he go?
But then I noticed the clock and holy shit it was almost 1 PM. 1! I haven't slept in this late since college! And that was on a sleep recovery day!
How the hell did I manage to sleep this late- oh!
The moment I shot up in bed, I felt a soreness and pain in between my legs, blasting me back to what had happened the night before.
Wait we... we actually....
Blush appeared on my cheeks and made me feel warm.
Arnav and I have actually done it, him and I... I can't believe it!
I was just too giddy, grabbing onto Arnav's pillow with joy! And remembering Arnav's confession for his love for me made me even giddier!
Eeeeeeeeepppppppppppp!!!!!!
But wait, where is he? Looking around the room, all I saw were our clothes on the floor, well, except for Arnav's sweats, which were gone. But my eyes were glued to his black t-shirt laying on the floor.
Should I? ...why the fuck not?
Slowly getting out of bed, I picked up his shirt and made my way to get ready for the day. Once I was all washed up, I put on Arnav's T-shirt and went looking for him. It wasn't long before I found him, in the kitchen, in nothing but his sweats.
Good lord, am I lucky to have this Adonis as a husband or what? I still can't figure out what I did to deserve this.
Especially because not only did I get an Adonis, but a chef as well.
That's right - Arnav Singh Raizada is cooking.
I think my fat ass may have failed to put can cook on my list of Mr. Perfect's qualities, only because I didn't want to feel like I was some fat pig, but fuck it, I should've wrote it because it's important for a man to know how to cook, and my lord, seeing Arnav do his thing was making me horny.
That's right, I'm officially a horndog. I've only had sex one time in my life, and now I'm letting my sexuality be more, er, fluid.
Is that even right? Eh, what the heck do I know?
I made my way over to him and judging from the smell, whatever he was making was going to be really good!
"Good morning."
Ugh geez why does my voice sound so soft and almost whispery for? Woman up woman!
Arnav turned to me. "Good-"
But he paused the moment his eyes met my only-wearing-his-shirt clad body. My legs were totally on display and by the look on his face, I could tell that he was loving it.
Yes! My plan is a success!
Note to self: get more backless blouses and wear his t-shirts more often.
Lowering the heat on the stove, Arnav walked over to me. He placed his hands at my waist, looking down at me.
"An interesting choice of wardrobe," he said, glancing down at my body.
"It's comfy."
"It is, hmm?"
His hand began to wander down to where the hem met my flesh and traced along there.
"It's also quite distracting," he murmured.
I forced myself not to gasp. "It is," I breathed.
"Hmm," was all he replied with, his finger still continuing on its journey.
Pleasure was beginning to bubble within in me and I pursed my lips, not wanting to let out a moan. I mean geez, just because I'm becoming a horndog doesn't necessarily mean I'm just gonna put a neon sign on my head about it.
"I need to feed you," he said, although it seemed like he was saying it more to himself than me.
"Hmm," was all I could bring out of my mouth.
Gosh I'm so pathetic!
Arnav looked up at me and caressed my cheek, and like every other morning before, he kissed me, although not as intensely, but it was still very passionate. He led me over to the counter and made me sit. After asking what I wanted, he made me a nice mean bowl of cereal, and I dug right in.
"What are you making," I asked in between bites.
"Butter chicken and rice."
What?!
Immediately I started choking around my cereal and Arnav immediately got me water and patted my back.
"Are you okay," he asked. "Look up and breathe, it helps."
I did as he said, his hand at my chin. Moments later I was back to normal and gulped down the whole glass of water.
"Khushi- what the?!"
I didn't wait another moment and made my way over to the stove to breathe in the aroma. Honestly, the entire time I was smelling what he was making, I had a moment where I thought that it was definitely butter chicken, but chose not to think that because I mean no way! But lo and behold, my husband is making exactly that!
My favorite!
"When will it be done," I asked, grinning like a little child.
"Khushi you were just choking," he said, completely bewildered.
"And now I'm fine," I said with a roll of my eyes. "When will it be ready," and I flashed my teeth at him.
To say that he was entertained was an understatement and he came over beside me, stirring the contents of the pot. "It should be almost done; it just needs to simmer a little more. The rice is ready-"
"Say no more!"
I grabbed two plates, one for him and one for me, and began to put rice on my plate.
"You wanna eat now," he asked.
"Fuck yeah! I want me some butter chicken," I grinned, rubbing my hands together.
Arnav tried hard not to smile, but I didn't care if he did. I was being silly and I knew it, but I didn't care, not when there was butter chicken involved!
I placed some rice on his plate, stopping when he told me to. Arnav took my plate and placed some chicken on my plate, putting a little extra curry as per my request. Once he put some on his plate as well, I dug right in, my hand diving into the plate.
"What the!"
Arnav looked at me in shock as I put a morsel in my mouth, but his expression changed slightly when I moaned around my hand.
That's right, I moaned, leave my fat ass alone!
"Eh mah gyash," I moaned in pleasure. "Arnav this is so fucking delicious, I didn't know you could cook?"
"Oh um... its just a necessary skill one needs to live."
"I don't think there's many men in this world who know how to cook. Most probably just expect their spouse or mom to cook for them," and I rolled my eyes in disgust, remembering that mama's boy we went to see a while back.
Wow, a lot has changed since then.
I wonder if he ever found his chef? Or did he try to learn using food network? Eh, who cares, I want me some more butter chicken!
I resumed my little feast, and little did I realize how much I was pigging out. I mean seriously, I had curry dripping down the side of my hand and like the pig I am, I licked it away.
...and Arnav was staring at me.
Fuck!
Feeling absolutely embarrassed, I pulled my pinky finger out of my mouth and looked down, poking at my food. It was then that I noticed that Arnav hadn't eaten a single bite.
"Aren't you hungry? Your food is getting cold."
Arnav snapped out of his trance and glanced at his plate before looking at me. "No, yeah, I will, I'm just... entertained."
I felt my cheeks heat up and I wanted to bury myself in the pot of butter chicken.
Hai DM, why am I such a child? Like what the fuck Khushi, get it together woman!
"Hey..."
Arnav reached out and caressed my cheek, turning me to him. However I was quite embarrassed and couldn't meet his eyes. They did though, however, when he brushed his thumb near my lip, scooping away the bit of curry that hadn't made it in my mouth.
Good lord I'm such a slob! He married a pig!!
Arnav placed his thumb in his mouth, sucking it away, and I was instantly jealous of that thumb of his.
Don't ask, just... don't.
"Clearly you like my cooking," he smiled softly.
Like is an understatement, this was the bomb! But I wasn't going to embarrass myself any further so I nodded instead. He smiled in return and as I placed another morsel in my mouth, Arnav reached for a spoon.
"Um, what are you doing," I asked before I could even stop myself.
Arnav paused in confusion, holding the spoon midair. "What do you mean?"
Well, since I've already stepped one foot in the mud, I may as well put in the other foot. "Why are you using a spoon?"
"How else am I supposed to eat?"
Um... was he not just entertained by my antics? "Um, with your hand? Like me?"
Arnav glanced at my messy hand and then at me. "Um... I don't eat with my hand."
"Sure you do; you do when eating roti."
"That's different."
"Not one bit - desi food is meant to be enjoyed to the fullest. You gotta eat it properly which means every last bit of it by eating with your hand."
"Is that so? Says who?"
"My dad," I said proudly, straightening my spine.
"Ah... I see." Arnav placed his spoon down on the counter. "But I've never really eaten rice with my hands before - care to feed me?"
My eyes widened on the spot. Adonis-husband-of-mine-who-is-a-chef say what?
A small smirk appeared on his face and I gulped down the bite that was in my mouth.
"Well?"
Uh....
"If you don't, then I won't be enjoying food the way dad says I should be," he smirked playfully.
Oh? Okay, I see how it is. Let's play this little game.
I lifted my curry-covered finger at him and curved it. "Move over."
The small smirk remained on his face as he moved his stool closer to mine. As he did, I prepared another morsel in my hand and once he was seated, he opened his mouth for me and I placed the morsel in his mouth, keeping my eyes on his. Not once did he drop his gaze and neither did I. Even though I was only feeding him, the moment was rather intimate, and I just absolutely loved it.
"Hmm, I think I understand what he meant," Arnav said.
My eyebrow instantly arched up. "Meaning?"
"It definitely tastes better when being fed by hand."
"Oh?"
"Mm hmm. And even better being fed by your hands."
Is that so? "How would you know when you haven't even tried eating with your own hands?"
"I just do."
Eep!
Our gazes refused to drop and I didn't mind one bit. However I did need to feed my man, as well as myself, so I dropped my gaze first and continued to feed the both of us. We set aside his plate to eat later and just focused on what was on my plate because of course, my piggy self overestimated my poor tummy's capacity.
Once lunch was complete and I had washed my plate and put his in the fridge, I turned to find Arnav right behind me. And before I could even get a word out, Arnav picked me up into his arms and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
"What the?"
I bit my tongue immediately but it was too late.
"Am I becoming an influence on you," Arnav grinned.
I chose not to answer and buried my face in his neck, and ugh he smelled divine! "What are you wearing?"
"Sauvage. Like it?"
I inhaled his scent once more and nuzzled into his neck. "Hmm."
Arnav chuckled and it vibrated through my body. "Time to wash up."
Huh?
Arnav headed to the bedroom and entered the bathroom. He walked over to the vanity and placed me down, the cool marble definitely snapping me out of my daze.
Wait a minute, are we about to shower together?
Eeeppppppp!!!!!!
Where did he go?
But then I noticed the clock and holy shit it was almost 1 PM. 1! I haven't slept in this late since college! And that was on a sleep recovery day!
How the hell did I manage to sleep this late- oh!
The moment I shot up in bed, I felt a soreness and pain in between my legs, blasting me back to what had happened the night before.
Wait we... we actually....
Blush appeared on my cheeks and made me feel warm.
Arnav and I have actually done it, him and I... I can't believe it!
I was just too giddy, grabbing onto Arnav's pillow with joy! And remembering Arnav's confession for his love for me made me even giddier!
Eeeeeeeeepppppppppppp!!!!!!
But wait, where is he? Looking around the room, all I saw were our clothes on the floor, well, except for Arnav's sweats, which were gone. But my eyes were glued to his black t-shirt laying on the floor.
Should I? ...why the fuck not?
Slowly getting out of bed, I picked up his shirt and made my way to get ready for the day. Once I was all washed up, I put on Arnav's T-shirt and went looking for him. It wasn't long before I found him, in the kitchen, in nothing but his sweats.
Good lord, am I lucky to have this Adonis as a husband or what? I still can't figure out what I did to deserve this.
Especially because not only did I get an Adonis, but a chef as well.
That's right - Arnav Singh Raizada is cooking.
I think my fat ass may have failed to put can cook on my list of Mr. Perfect's qualities, only because I didn't want to feel like I was some fat pig, but fuck it, I should've wrote it because it's important for a man to know how to cook, and my lord, seeing Arnav do his thing was making me horny.
That's right, I'm officially a horndog. I've only had sex one time in my life, and now I'm letting my sexuality be more, er, fluid.
Is that even right? Eh, what the heck do I know?
I made my way over to him and judging from the smell, whatever he was making was going to be really good!
"Good morning."
Ugh geez why does my voice sound so soft and almost whispery for? Woman up woman!
Arnav turned to me. "Good-"
But he paused the moment his eyes met my only-wearing-his-shirt clad body. My legs were totally on display and by the look on his face, I could tell that he was loving it.
Yes! My plan is a success!
Note to self: get more backless blouses and wear his t-shirts more often.
Lowering the heat on the stove, Arnav walked over to me. He placed his hands at my waist, looking down at me.
"An interesting choice of wardrobe," he said, glancing down at my body.
"It's comfy."
"It is, hmm?"
His hand began to wander down to where the hem met my flesh and traced along there.
"It's also quite distracting," he murmured.
I forced myself not to gasp. "It is," I breathed.
"Hmm," was all he replied with, his finger still continuing on its journey.
Pleasure was beginning to bubble within in me and I pursed my lips, not wanting to let out a moan. I mean geez, just because I'm becoming a horndog doesn't necessarily mean I'm just gonna put a neon sign on my head about it.
"I need to feed you," he said, although it seemed like he was saying it more to himself than me.
"Hmm," was all I could bring out of my mouth.
Gosh I'm so pathetic!
Arnav looked up at me and caressed my cheek, and like every other morning before, he kissed me, although not as intensely, but it was still very passionate. He led me over to the counter and made me sit. After asking what I wanted, he made me a nice mean bowl of cereal, and I dug right in.
"What are you making," I asked in between bites.
"Butter chicken and rice."
What?!
Immediately I started choking around my cereal and Arnav immediately got me water and patted my back.
"Are you okay," he asked. "Look up and breathe, it helps."
I did as he said, his hand at my chin. Moments later I was back to normal and gulped down the whole glass of water.
"Khushi- what the?!"
I didn't wait another moment and made my way over to the stove to breathe in the aroma. Honestly, the entire time I was smelling what he was making, I had a moment where I thought that it was definitely butter chicken, but chose not to think that because I mean no way! But lo and behold, my husband is making exactly that!
My favorite!
"When will it be done," I asked, grinning like a little child.
"Khushi you were just choking," he said, completely bewildered.
"And now I'm fine," I said with a roll of my eyes. "When will it be ready," and I flashed my teeth at him.
To say that he was entertained was an understatement and he came over beside me, stirring the contents of the pot. "It should be almost done; it just needs to simmer a little more. The rice is ready-"
"Say no more!"
I grabbed two plates, one for him and one for me, and began to put rice on my plate.
"You wanna eat now," he asked.
"Fuck yeah! I want me some butter chicken," I grinned, rubbing my hands together.
Arnav tried hard not to smile, but I didn't care if he did. I was being silly and I knew it, but I didn't care, not when there was butter chicken involved!
I placed some rice on his plate, stopping when he told me to. Arnav took my plate and placed some chicken on my plate, putting a little extra curry as per my request. Once he put some on his plate as well, I dug right in, my hand diving into the plate.
"What the!"
Arnav looked at me in shock as I put a morsel in my mouth, but his expression changed slightly when I moaned around my hand.
That's right, I moaned, leave my fat ass alone!
"Eh mah gyash," I moaned in pleasure. "Arnav this is so fucking delicious, I didn't know you could cook?"
"Oh um... its just a necessary skill one needs to live."
"I don't think there's many men in this world who know how to cook. Most probably just expect their spouse or mom to cook for them," and I rolled my eyes in disgust, remembering that mama's boy we went to see a while back.
Wow, a lot has changed since then.
I wonder if he ever found his chef? Or did he try to learn using food network? Eh, who cares, I want me some more butter chicken!
I resumed my little feast, and little did I realize how much I was pigging out. I mean seriously, I had curry dripping down the side of my hand and like the pig I am, I licked it away.
...and Arnav was staring at me.
Fuck!
Feeling absolutely embarrassed, I pulled my pinky finger out of my mouth and looked down, poking at my food. It was then that I noticed that Arnav hadn't eaten a single bite.
"Aren't you hungry? Your food is getting cold."
Arnav snapped out of his trance and glanced at his plate before looking at me. "No, yeah, I will, I'm just... entertained."
I felt my cheeks heat up and I wanted to bury myself in the pot of butter chicken.
Hai DM, why am I such a child? Like what the fuck Khushi, get it together woman!
"Hey..."
Arnav reached out and caressed my cheek, turning me to him. However I was quite embarrassed and couldn't meet his eyes. They did though, however, when he brushed his thumb near my lip, scooping away the bit of curry that hadn't made it in my mouth.
Good lord I'm such a slob! He married a pig!!
Arnav placed his thumb in his mouth, sucking it away, and I was instantly jealous of that thumb of his.
Don't ask, just... don't.
"Clearly you like my cooking," he smiled softly.
Like is an understatement, this was the bomb! But I wasn't going to embarrass myself any further so I nodded instead. He smiled in return and as I placed another morsel in my mouth, Arnav reached for a spoon.
"Um, what are you doing," I asked before I could even stop myself.
Arnav paused in confusion, holding the spoon midair. "What do you mean?"
Well, since I've already stepped one foot in the mud, I may as well put in the other foot. "Why are you using a spoon?"
"How else am I supposed to eat?"
Um... was he not just entertained by my antics? "Um, with your hand? Like me?"
Arnav glanced at my messy hand and then at me. "Um... I don't eat with my hand."
"Sure you do; you do when eating roti."
"That's different."
"Not one bit - desi food is meant to be enjoyed to the fullest. You gotta eat it properly which means every last bit of it by eating with your hand."
"Is that so? Says who?"
"My dad," I said proudly, straightening my spine.
"Ah... I see." Arnav placed his spoon down on the counter. "But I've never really eaten rice with my hands before - care to feed me?"
My eyes widened on the spot. Adonis-husband-of-mine-who-is-a-chef say what?
A small smirk appeared on his face and I gulped down the bite that was in my mouth.
"Well?"
Uh....
"If you don't, then I won't be enjoying food the way dad says I should be," he smirked playfully.
Oh? Okay, I see how it is. Let's play this little game.
I lifted my curry-covered finger at him and curved it. "Move over."
The small smirk remained on his face as he moved his stool closer to mine. As he did, I prepared another morsel in my hand and once he was seated, he opened his mouth for me and I placed the morsel in his mouth, keeping my eyes on his. Not once did he drop his gaze and neither did I. Even though I was only feeding him, the moment was rather intimate, and I just absolutely loved it.
"Hmm, I think I understand what he meant," Arnav said.
My eyebrow instantly arched up. "Meaning?"
"It definitely tastes better when being fed by hand."
"Oh?"
"Mm hmm. And even better being fed by your hands."
Is that so? "How would you know when you haven't even tried eating with your own hands?"
"I just do."
Eep!
Our gazes refused to drop and I didn't mind one bit. However I did need to feed my man, as well as myself, so I dropped my gaze first and continued to feed the both of us. We set aside his plate to eat later and just focused on what was on my plate because of course, my piggy self overestimated my poor tummy's capacity.
Once lunch was complete and I had washed my plate and put his in the fridge, I turned to find Arnav right behind me. And before I could even get a word out, Arnav picked me up into his arms and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
"What the?"
I bit my tongue immediately but it was too late.
"Am I becoming an influence on you," Arnav grinned.
I chose not to answer and buried my face in his neck, and ugh he smelled divine! "What are you wearing?"
"Sauvage. Like it?"
I inhaled his scent once more and nuzzled into his neck. "Hmm."
Arnav chuckled and it vibrated through my body. "Time to wash up."
Huh?
Arnav headed to the bedroom and entered the bathroom. He walked over to the vanity and placed me down, the cool marble definitely snapping me out of my daze.
Wait a minute, are we about to shower together?
Eeeppppppp!!!!!!
Thursday, November 15, 2018
Chapter Twenty Two
Although the night before had been unfortunately interrupted, it didn't change the fact that we had taken a step forward in our marriage. We weren't at the point where Arnav could carry me through the threshold of our home, but inside, I believed that we would get there soon.
Since the mood had been cut short due to NK's phone call, we ended up simply going to bed, cuddled together. Like the besharam I am, I didn't bother putting my t-shirt back on and had simply laid beside him. When I woke up the next morning, however, I quickly slipped out from his hold and put my shirt back on, not feeling as brave and daring, my besharam mind still in sleep mode.
On schedule, the workers arrived right on time, cleaning and preparing breakfast. By the time Arnav woke up, the workers were just leaving, breakfast ready and waiting. I found it somewhat hard to meet Arnav's eyes. I mean how could I not, he saw me half naked last night and had my nipple in his mouth!
And I couldn't wait for him to do it again!
As I set our plates for breakfast, Arnav came behind me and wrapped his arms around me, burying his face in my hair.
Now this was definitely different than how our past few mornings have gone.
"Morning," he murmured into my hair.
"Good morning," I said softly.
I couldn't help it, the thought of last night was making me feel shy!
Just as I went to place a dollop of cool whip over the cut-up strawberries, my body was turned around and Arnav's lips found mine. I like this! These sudden kisses in the mornings was beginning to become my favorite way to start the day. It was just perfect!
Things were beginning to heat up, and honestly, as much as I wanted to continue this, I knew I had to stop it. After all, breakfast was the most important meal of the day! So with great effort, I pulled back, however Arnav's lips trailed to my earlobe and he nipped and sucked.
"Arnav, breakfast," I tried to say without moaning, but it was incredibly hard.
"Hmm."
He let go of me and met my eyes. Only then did we both realize the spoon of cool whip still in my hand, and Arnav took it. He placed the dollop over the strawberries and placed the spoon down before turning his attention back on me.
"I'm sorry that airhead ruined our night," he said softly.
"It's okay," I smiled softly. "Don't be mad at him."
Arnav rolled his eyes and placed me on one of the stools before sitting down himself. We both dug right in, losing ourselves in conversation.
"So what's the plan for today," I asked.
"Well, I was wondering if it was okay with you if I got some work done today?"
I couldn't help but to smile. It was evident he felt bad for asking and slightly guilty. But work was work, and I understood that. "Sure, that's okay."
He's a hotshot CEO after all, he had a business to run. I didn't mind him putting his focus in his work now and then, and I most certainly didn't mind now. So while he worked away in the study, I watched some TV and relaxed, texting Payal, trying to control her as she kept freaking out over the number of websites that had mentioned my marriage to Arnav. I mean seriously, she sent like about 20 links from different websites about articles on us. How ridiculous!
Yet how odd.
It was slightly past lunchtime when Arnav rejoined me. We both ate, watched some TV, and I caught up with some work stuff. After all, since I would be going back to work with him, I needed to know what was going on with his company.
"Its our company now," he said.
Whoa, what?
"Khushi, you're my wife now, you're a part of this family. So what's mine is yours as well."
My eyes widened. "What-? No, Arnav, I couldn't-"
Arnav took my hand in his, giving it a light squeeze. My eyes dropped down to our engaged hands before meeting his eyes again.
"What's mine, is yours. Its our company."
My eyes searched his, hoping to find that he was joking about this, but nowhere was there any evidence to be found that this was a joke. "That seems awfully unfair," I whispered.
Arnav tilted his head in confusion.
"I mean... you've worked so hard, you've made AR what it is with a lot of hard work and I... it just doesn't seem right," I said softly, looking down at my lap.
With his free hand, Arnav caressed my cheek. "We both worked hard to get to where we are. And I know that with you by my side, AR will go even farther."
My eyes met his.
"Everything that is mine is yours, Khushi. Everything."
I searched his eyes once more, hoping to find something which meant that this was a joke. I don't know why, but it was just too much. I mean, his company now also being mine? It was just too much! And as amazing as this honeymoon is, it's definitely expensive and just too much. Coming across so many things... I don't know if I like it or if I'm worthy of it.
But if everything is supposedly mine....
"Are you," I asked softly.
His eyebrows scrunched. "Me?"
I nodded. "Are you mine?"
Arnav slightly pulled back, his eyes staying on me. He simply looked at me and I looked at him. I don't know where this bravery came from, but I wasn't letting go of it yet.
Without a word, Arnav pulled me over to his lap so that I straddled him. My eyes widened as he did, surprised by this position. After all, I've never straddled a man before!
Eep!
One hand went to my waist as the other caressed my cheek. "I am all yours."
I couldn't help the tiny gasp which had escaped from my lips. How could I not, especially with the intensity he had in his eyes as he said those words?
Neither of us said anything for a moment, just looking away at the other.
If he is all mine... I want to be his as well.
"I... I want to be yours as well," I nearly whispered.
Bravery please! Please be with me!
Arnav's eyes slightly widened as he realized what I really meant. He looked at me for a moment, not saying a word. Seconds passed, but he said nothing nor did anything. And again, my heart caved.
Maybe it just wasn't meant to happen.
I tried to get off of him, but Arnav held onto me. I looked at him in confusion and before I could ask what he was doing, his lips captured mine. A moan escaped from my lips, getting lost in between us. His lips found my neck and made its way to my earlobe, sucking and nipping.
My hands reached out and grabbed onto his muscular biceps, another moan escaping from my mouth. I felt something beneath me by my thigh. It only took a matter of seconds to realize what it was, and my eyes widened.
Is that-? Oh my... are we really about to...?
Arnav bit down on my neck and my hand automatically reached up to his hair, grabbing onto it. At this point, especially at this point, i had no idea what number hickey this was and there was no point in counting them because I knew there were too many to come in the future.
His hands found their way under my t-shirt but then he paused. "Not like this," I heard him murmur.
Not like this? "What-?"
Arnav suddenly stood up with me in his arms and my legs automatically wrapped themselves around him. My wide eyes looked into his hooded ones as he began to walk us away. It only took a matter of seconds to realize that he was taking us into the bedroom, and my heart started to beat erratically.
So that's what he meant, he wants to do it properly in bed... holy f-!
The thought was cut short as my back met the softness of the bed. Arnav hovered over me, gazing at me with an intensity I have never seen any man look at me with before. I felt my cheeks heat and I turned away.
I feel like a blushing bride once more!
Arnav's lips met my neck and I gasped, my hand making its way into his hair. He kissed and nibbled on it, sure to leave yet another mark.
Double hickey? Okay!
Oh lord I wanted him, more than ever! I wanted this now more than ever, and I think it's actually going to happen! I mean the workers had already been gone for the day and our phones were in the other room, so if it rang, we wouldn't be able to hear it, at least, not so clearly.
Holy moly, it's really going to happen!
And no matter what, I wasn't letting this moment pass; think what you want, I want my husband.
And it seems like he wants me as well.
Pulling away, Arnav picked me up, making me sit. He covered his lips with mine, before reaching down and taking a hold of my shirt.
Eep! And I didn't even put my bra on today!
Letting go of my lips, Arnav took the shirt off of me, revealing my upper half to him once more. The way he was looking at me made me want to melt, admiration filling his eyes.
"You're very beautiful," he whispered.
Blush filled my cheeks. "Thank you," I nearly whispered.
Arnav met my eyes. "You never have to thank me Khushi. Ever."
Oh?
His lips met mine briefly before he had me lay down once more. He reached for the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it off, revealing that oh so gorgeous chest of his.
My fucking geez-us, he is chiseled!
Good lord, I wanna touch him! So why shouldn't I?
Reaching out tentatively, I placed my hand on his chest. He felt so smooth, every ridge and every curve feeling warm and perfect. I looked up into Arnav's eyes and gave him a small smile, letting him know that I truly admired him. He returned a small smile of his own and kissed my forehead.
"Are you sure you're ready?"
There was concern in his voice, it was very much evident, not to mention very sweet of him. Caressing his cheek in my hand, I had him look at me.
"I want to be yours just as I want you to be mine."
Arnav gave a soft smile and kissed the palm of my hand. "I already am yours."
"In all ways," I nearly whispered.
Arnav's eyes stayed on mine as he gazed away at me. There was a mixture of emotions in them, one in particular that surprised me, but I needed to know for sure if he truly felt this way.
The way I felt for him.
"Arnav I... I... I love you," I confessed.
His eyes widened as the words left my mouth. I couldn't believe that I had actually said it - that I had confessed to Arnav what I had been speculating for some time, nor that I actually felt this and was telling a man this.
"I love you," I sighed.
Arnav's lips crashed down to mine and I don't think he has ever kissed me this intensely before! One hand caressed my cheek while other was at my waist. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against mine.
"I love you too," he confessed.
As a gasp left my mouth, my heart began to beat erratically.
Holy-! He loves me? He really loves me?!! Oh my-!
His lips met mine once again and I caressed his cheek, tears threatening to fall from happiness. Never had I felt such a feeling like this before, and to be loved by someone you loved in return, was just such an amazing feeling and I couldn't be happier!
But for now, these were words - and I wanted to prove them.
Kissing him once more, I pulled back. I took hold of his hands and guided them down to my pajamas. He glanced at me briefly before looking down at the waistband of my pajamas. When his eyes met mine again, I could see that he wanted my permission, so I nodded, and once I did, his hands went below the waistband of not just my pajama bottoms, but of my panties as well. He began to push them down, and I lifted myself up slightly, allowing for Arnav to entirely remove it, leaving me in nothing but just my naked form.
I felt my cheeks blaze from blush and I looked away. This was absolutely new territory for me and as much as I want this, I was nervous out of mind! It was when I felt his hand at my leg that I glanced back at Arnav. His hand slowly brushed up alongside my leg, sending shivers up my spine, causing me to shudder. There was a look of pure admiration in his eyes, and it didn't help with my fiery blush at all! His hand continued its trip, going all the way to my waist and resting there.
"Absolutely beautiful," he whispered, his gaze still all over me.
Eep!!!!!!!!
His eyes met mine briefly and we gazed at each other. My heart thumped in my ear and I didn't know if I could take such an intensity anymore! Pulling his gaze away from me, Arnav looked to the nightstand. He reached over and opened the top drawer, rummaged through it, and pulled out a condom.
Oh my devi-! It's really gonna happen. Is it really truly going to happen?! No disturbances, nothing at all? Yes!!!
Maneuvering himself in between my legs, Arnav pulled down his sweats and boxers, revealing his length, and my eyes widened on the spot.
Now, I've had my fair share of porn, so I'm not exactly clueless when it comes to the topic of sex. Because of that, I've seen a fair share of penises but what I'm seeing on my husband... may just tear me apart.
Oh yeah... that big.
I gulped down the last bit of courage I had as I stared - that's right stared! - at the manhood of my husband's and the fruits of his loins. A variety of sex scenarios popped in my head but I threw them out the window immediately!
"You're staring Khushi," he said in a low voice, humor ever so evident.
"Sorry," I squeaked.
"Don't ever be."
He brought his body over mine, and I gasped at the feeling of his warm erection against my stomach. It was immediately cut off, however, as Arnav kissed me deeply. I moaned into him, wanting him, and I don't think I can wait any longer! I wrapped one leg around him and urged him to me, swaying my hips. Arnav let out a growl from his throat and it was one of the sexiest things I had ever heard!!
"Ready," he murmured against my lips.
"Yes," I moaned.
Judge me all you want, I was totally fucking ready for this!
This time when Arnav pulled back, he looked like he was ready for a mission, looking very determined as he tore open the small foil packet. From within, he took out a condom and rolled it down his very impressive length.
Holy fuck its really happening! I don't care if anyone calls right now, no one is going to stop us this time!
Placing his length at my entrance, my heart rate sky rocketed as his eyes met mine.
"This might hurt a bit," he said softly.
I nodded, knowing this. And seeing the size of him made me absolutely positive it was going to hurt, but I wasn't backing away.
Adjusting himself properly, Arnav gazed down at me. "I love you Khushi."
Sigh.... "I love you too Arnav."
Covering my lips with mine, he slowly sank into me, his lips covering my cries of pain.
Ouch, holy fuck!!!
There was a mixture of pain and pleasure as Arnav slowly buried himself within me, until he finally had thrust all the way in.
Oh my gosh this hurts and he's so big!!!
Giving me a moment, Arnav allowed for my body to adjust around him. It didn't take too long and once it had, Arnav slowly pulled back and thrust back in.
"Arnav," I moaned.
A growl vibrated from his throat as he teethed my earlobe, sending sparks up my spine.
I needed more, I wanted more!
Arnav drew back and thrust back in again slightly quicker. He continued to do this until I could no longer feel anymore pain and just blissful pleasure all around me.
I swear, I have never felt anything like this ever before in my entire life! How such an act can give such intensity and be surrounded by so much love, absolutely blew my mind! The entire time, Arnav held me to him, one hand wrapped around my waist, while the other stayed behind my head, caressing it. My hands, however, wandered, now and then gripping at his arms, his shoulders, or around his neck. I felt my body rise and fall so many times, orgasm after orgasm rippling through me, and it felt abso-fucking amazing each time! But don't ask me how many times, I honestly could not keep track, not with the way my husband was sexing me up.
Is that even a word? Eh, who cares!
Arnav's breathing was beginning to become harsher and his thrusts were becoming much faster. His grip on me slightly tightened and he seemed a bit tense.
Is he okay?
I placed my hands on his cheeks and although I was concerned, my body was abso-fucking-lutely loving this and once again I broke apart around him, crying out in ecstasy.
"Fuck," he grunted, and he stilled, placing his forehead against mine.
Wait, did he just... oh shit!
Arnav gave a few more shallow thrusts before he pulled out of me and moved to his side, taking me with him. He held onto me and buried his nose in my hair, breathing heavily.
Oh my gosh... we actually did it! We really did it - no interruptions, nothing!!
Arnav bunched up my hair in his hand so that he could tilt my face up to his. Honestly, it was a little hard to look him right in the eye, I mean hello! How could I after the intense love making? My body is still shaking!
Maybe Arnav assumed I was cold because he briefly let go of me to pull the duvet over us. To be honest, it was definitely a welcomed feeling, its warmth a nice feeling along with my husband's warmth.
"How are you feeling," he said softly.
I nodded, unable to find my words, letting him know that I was okay.
Arnav placed a kiss on my forehead and tucked me into him. "Get some sleep."
Oh he won't have to tell me twice, my body suddenly feeling very heavy. It was only a matter of seconds until I faded into sleep, in the arms of the man I love, of my Arnav's.
Arnav's lips met my neck and I gasped, my hand making its way into his hair. He kissed and nibbled on it, sure to leave yet another mark.
Double hickey? Okay!
Oh lord I wanted him, more than ever! I wanted this now more than ever, and I think it's actually going to happen! I mean the workers had already been gone for the day and our phones were in the other room, so if it rang, we wouldn't be able to hear it, at least, not so clearly.
Holy moly, it's really going to happen!
And no matter what, I wasn't letting this moment pass; think what you want, I want my husband.
And it seems like he wants me as well.
Pulling away, Arnav picked me up, making me sit. He covered his lips with mine, before reaching down and taking a hold of my shirt.
Eep! And I didn't even put my bra on today!
Letting go of my lips, Arnav took the shirt off of me, revealing my upper half to him once more. The way he was looking at me made me want to melt, admiration filling his eyes.
"You're very beautiful," he whispered.
Blush filled my cheeks. "Thank you," I nearly whispered.
Arnav met my eyes. "You never have to thank me Khushi. Ever."
Oh?
His lips met mine briefly before he had me lay down once more. He reached for the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it off, revealing that oh so gorgeous chest of his.
My fucking geez-us, he is chiseled!
Good lord, I wanna touch him! So why shouldn't I?
Reaching out tentatively, I placed my hand on his chest. He felt so smooth, every ridge and every curve feeling warm and perfect. I looked up into Arnav's eyes and gave him a small smile, letting him know that I truly admired him. He returned a small smile of his own and kissed my forehead.
"Are you sure you're ready?"
There was concern in his voice, it was very much evident, not to mention very sweet of him. Caressing his cheek in my hand, I had him look at me.
"I want to be yours just as I want you to be mine."
Arnav gave a soft smile and kissed the palm of my hand. "I already am yours."
"In all ways," I nearly whispered.
Arnav's eyes stayed on mine as he gazed away at me. There was a mixture of emotions in them, one in particular that surprised me, but I needed to know for sure if he truly felt this way.
The way I felt for him.
"Arnav I... I... I love you," I confessed.
His eyes widened as the words left my mouth. I couldn't believe that I had actually said it - that I had confessed to Arnav what I had been speculating for some time, nor that I actually felt this and was telling a man this.
"I love you," I sighed.
Arnav's lips crashed down to mine and I don't think he has ever kissed me this intensely before! One hand caressed my cheek while other was at my waist. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against mine.
"I love you too," he confessed.
As a gasp left my mouth, my heart began to beat erratically.
Holy-! He loves me? He really loves me?!! Oh my-!
His lips met mine once again and I caressed his cheek, tears threatening to fall from happiness. Never had I felt such a feeling like this before, and to be loved by someone you loved in return, was just such an amazing feeling and I couldn't be happier!
But for now, these were words - and I wanted to prove them.
Kissing him once more, I pulled back. I took hold of his hands and guided them down to my pajamas. He glanced at me briefly before looking down at the waistband of my pajamas. When his eyes met mine again, I could see that he wanted my permission, so I nodded, and once I did, his hands went below the waistband of not just my pajama bottoms, but of my panties as well. He began to push them down, and I lifted myself up slightly, allowing for Arnav to entirely remove it, leaving me in nothing but just my naked form.
I felt my cheeks blaze from blush and I looked away. This was absolutely new territory for me and as much as I want this, I was nervous out of mind! It was when I felt his hand at my leg that I glanced back at Arnav. His hand slowly brushed up alongside my leg, sending shivers up my spine, causing me to shudder. There was a look of pure admiration in his eyes, and it didn't help with my fiery blush at all! His hand continued its trip, going all the way to my waist and resting there.
"Absolutely beautiful," he whispered, his gaze still all over me.
Eep!!!!!!!!
His eyes met mine briefly and we gazed at each other. My heart thumped in my ear and I didn't know if I could take such an intensity anymore! Pulling his gaze away from me, Arnav looked to the nightstand. He reached over and opened the top drawer, rummaged through it, and pulled out a condom.
Oh my devi-! It's really gonna happen. Is it really truly going to happen?! No disturbances, nothing at all? Yes!!!
Maneuvering himself in between my legs, Arnav pulled down his sweats and boxers, revealing his length, and my eyes widened on the spot.
Now, I've had my fair share of porn, so I'm not exactly clueless when it comes to the topic of sex. Because of that, I've seen a fair share of penises but what I'm seeing on my husband... may just tear me apart.
Oh yeah... that big.
I gulped down the last bit of courage I had as I stared - that's right stared! - at the manhood of my husband's and the fruits of his loins. A variety of sex scenarios popped in my head but I threw them out the window immediately!
"You're staring Khushi," he said in a low voice, humor ever so evident.
"Sorry," I squeaked.
"Don't ever be."
He brought his body over mine, and I gasped at the feeling of his warm erection against my stomach. It was immediately cut off, however, as Arnav kissed me deeply. I moaned into him, wanting him, and I don't think I can wait any longer! I wrapped one leg around him and urged him to me, swaying my hips. Arnav let out a growl from his throat and it was one of the sexiest things I had ever heard!!
"Ready," he murmured against my lips.
"Yes," I moaned.
Judge me all you want, I was totally fucking ready for this!
This time when Arnav pulled back, he looked like he was ready for a mission, looking very determined as he tore open the small foil packet. From within, he took out a condom and rolled it down his very impressive length.
Holy fuck its really happening! I don't care if anyone calls right now, no one is going to stop us this time!
Placing his length at my entrance, my heart rate sky rocketed as his eyes met mine.
"This might hurt a bit," he said softly.
I nodded, knowing this. And seeing the size of him made me absolutely positive it was going to hurt, but I wasn't backing away.
Adjusting himself properly, Arnav gazed down at me. "I love you Khushi."
Sigh.... "I love you too Arnav."
Covering my lips with mine, he slowly sank into me, his lips covering my cries of pain.
Ouch, holy fuck!!!
There was a mixture of pain and pleasure as Arnav slowly buried himself within me, until he finally had thrust all the way in.
Oh my gosh this hurts and he's so big!!!
Giving me a moment, Arnav allowed for my body to adjust around him. It didn't take too long and once it had, Arnav slowly pulled back and thrust back in.
"Arnav," I moaned.
A growl vibrated from his throat as he teethed my earlobe, sending sparks up my spine.
I needed more, I wanted more!
Arnav drew back and thrust back in again slightly quicker. He continued to do this until I could no longer feel anymore pain and just blissful pleasure all around me.
I swear, I have never felt anything like this ever before in my entire life! How such an act can give such intensity and be surrounded by so much love, absolutely blew my mind! The entire time, Arnav held me to him, one hand wrapped around my waist, while the other stayed behind my head, caressing it. My hands, however, wandered, now and then gripping at his arms, his shoulders, or around his neck. I felt my body rise and fall so many times, orgasm after orgasm rippling through me, and it felt abso-fucking amazing each time! But don't ask me how many times, I honestly could not keep track, not with the way my husband was sexing me up.
Is that even a word? Eh, who cares!
Arnav's breathing was beginning to become harsher and his thrusts were becoming much faster. His grip on me slightly tightened and he seemed a bit tense.
Is he okay?
I placed my hands on his cheeks and although I was concerned, my body was abso-fucking-lutely loving this and once again I broke apart around him, crying out in ecstasy.
"Fuck," he grunted, and he stilled, placing his forehead against mine.
Wait, did he just... oh shit!
Arnav gave a few more shallow thrusts before he pulled out of me and moved to his side, taking me with him. He held onto me and buried his nose in my hair, breathing heavily.
Oh my gosh... we actually did it! We really did it - no interruptions, nothing!!
Arnav bunched up my hair in his hand so that he could tilt my face up to his. Honestly, it was a little hard to look him right in the eye, I mean hello! How could I after the intense love making? My body is still shaking!
Maybe Arnav assumed I was cold because he briefly let go of me to pull the duvet over us. To be honest, it was definitely a welcomed feeling, its warmth a nice feeling along with my husband's warmth.
"How are you feeling," he said softly.
I nodded, unable to find my words, letting him know that I was okay.
Arnav placed a kiss on my forehead and tucked me into him. "Get some sleep."
Oh he won't have to tell me twice, my body suddenly feeling very heavy. It was only a matter of seconds until I faded into sleep, in the arms of the man I love, of my Arnav's.
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