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.

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!!!!!!

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.