OS: Project Joy-way Part 10 Updated!!! - Page 6

"Khushi! Khushi! Meri baath suno!" Arnav ran after his wife into his- no, THEIR- bedroom. "Kya? Kya hogaya, Arnavji? Abhi bhi aapko hum are aukad key bare meh kuch bolna baaki reh gaaya?"Arnav almost gawked at that, but quickly shut his mouth, then the door, and walked over to her in two powerful strides. He grabbed her hand, strong, but soft, and led her to their bed. "Nahin, Khushi. Aaj toh sirf tum bologi. Aur woh bhi, mujhe bologi ki meh nahin roku." Arnav declared, trying to look stern, but failing miserably when Khushi opened her mouth and blushed a crimson as she got what he meant. Taking her open mouth as a cue, Arnav leaned in, chuckling inwardly when he noticed she hadn't moved. His lips slammed onto her, demanding an apology from her soft, plump lips. He lowered her to the bed, without breaking the kiss, and pushed himself on top, taking off his clothes. He brushed her hair to the side, and began to suckle on her neck. Her mouth opened, and she let out a moan. He slowly pulled her sari off, leaving her in her blouse and petticoat. Moving his head to her chest, without breaking eye contact, he undid the hooks with his teeth. Her awaiting breasts pressed themselves to his chest, and he lost control. He moved his hands to her core, and his face to her chest, tasting her, and leaving marks wherever he wanted, but at the same time continuing his torture on her lower half. When she pushed his hand further, Arnav obliged. But, when he felt her begin to contract, he withdrew. Before Khushi had time to complain, he thrust, leaving her breathless, both with pain and pleasure. Arnav, who had been to caught up in the moment, realized this was probably her first time, and stayed still while she got used to him. When Khushi began to whimper and grind her hips against his, he began thrusting. They both reached their climax at the same time, and collapsed, completely spent. When Arnav regained his breath, he blew in her ear, asking for forgiveness, and Khushi nodded, knowing she could never have doubted him and his love in the first place. When Arnav lay down to sleep, Khushi covered her chest, feeling self-concious. Arnav noticed, and knew he could have never asked for anyone better, and handed her his ripped shirt.