Part 45
"I have this," he replied, suggestively grinding against her. "Could you use this?" he asked.
"What is that?" she asked, lifting her teasing eyes to him, finishing with a flutter of long eyelashes.
It sometimes happens that a man's wife grows more bewitching to him as each day passes; this was Arnav Singh Raizada's fate in married life. The moment he thought he knew how to approach her, she changed the game on him. When he expected her to be inhibited, she presented her delicious derriere in a red lace thong. When he expected her to be eager, she played the coquette and he found he had to seduce her all over again. Oh, he was not complaining! No, no. He was enthralled. He even spared a moment to pity all other married men who woke up to the same woman day in day out.
But her mischief had to be punished, Arnav decided--she not only expected it, she desired it.
He stepped away from her and said, "if you don't know what that is, then you are wasting my time."
"Wasting your time!?" she repeated incredulously.
"Virgins bore me!" he said, knowing he provoked Khushi. He was tempted to cover her astonished face with kisses.
She recovered quickly and continued her game. "Of course! A man like you would prefer a tart," she accused.
"I do. A few nights ago--in this very room in fact--there was a girl wearing a very short silky flowery number. I'm hot for her."
"And this girl--did you...uhm...enjoy your night with her?"
"It was mind-blowing." Khushi's eyes lit up. "But," he said, with an exaggerated shrug, "you are not her."
Arnav saw the battle between desire and disappointment in her eyes. Now he had her! He could almost hear the gears in her dimaag shift into reverse.
She reached out her hand and placed it on his arm.
He looked at her hand, and met her eyes with a question.
"I am teachable," she said, softly.
"I'm not a patient teacher," he replied, with a smirk.
"I'm an excellent student," she said, placing both her hands on his shoulders.
"Let me be the judge of that." He pulled her back in his arms so suddenly, Khushi gasped at the unexpectedness of it. "Do you know how to kiss a man?" he asked.
She nodded.
"Show me," he said.
She brought her mouth near his, her hands gliding up to the nape of his neck, her fingers caressing the sensitive skin. She may as well have touched him below the belt for the effect on Arnav was as if she had done exactly that. Leaning in, she slanted her mouth across his, her lips softening to take his bottom lip into her mouth. She sucked on it, and moistened it with her tongue. Then she ran her tongue along the inside of his upper lip. It took everything in him to not kiss her back.
She drew back, and asked, "how was I?"
He asked, "where did you learn that?"
"An Uncleji taught me everything I know," Khushi replied, smiling prettily.
Arnav had to chuckle at her naughty remark. In a sudden move he lifted her over his shoulder, smacked her bottom and said, "are you ready for your lesson?"
"Beyond ready," she replied in English, as he carried her to the bed.
He caught her hands in one hand, holding them above her head. With the other hand, he tore off her nightsuit.
"Khushi..." he sighed as he found beneath her clothes the red bra and thong.
Their eyes met.
All games ended.
"Thank you," he said, running his fingers through her hair.
"What for?
"For loving me."
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Pati Patni Aur Panga
Kumkum Bhagya
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