Chapter Thirty One

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.