ARSHI FF A twist of Events Ch. 29 UPDATED IMPT NOTE PAGE 40 - Page 5

Khushi got out of the car to see a beautiful luxury cottage.

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He led her inside and locked the door behind him. He began taking off his coat.

Khushi looked at him confused.

"What are we doing here?" she asked.

"Make love to me Khushi" he said breathlessly staring at her with a deep longing in his eyes. Khushi's eyes widened at the sudden request but the look in his eyes made her gulp and move back. He unbuttoned the cuffs of his sleeves and rolled them up to his elbows. He took off his tie and loosened the top buttons. He closed in on her like a predator. His need for her overpowering any sense.

Khushi continued moving backwards, unable to shift her gaze from the little chest hairs peeking from his shirt.

He unbuckled his belt and Khushi gulped even more. He slid the belt out of his pants.

She finally hit the wall behind her. He moved in front of her. He shifted his body closer to hers so he could feel her peeks against his chest. So he could feel her feminine silhouette with his own body. She shook her head in denial, not wanting to give in to this irresistible man. She didn't want to give in to him. But...

He pushed even closer so that now he pressed her body into the wall. He let out a groan as he felt her curves beneath him. He closed his eyes in pleasure. For three years...three years he had no physical, intimate contact with any woman. Now the only woman he ever craved for was here. He could feel her. He needed her so badly, with such an intense passion.

He moved his hands from the wall behind her head and rested them on her waist. He began moving and rubbing his body against hers. She let out a breathy moan with her eyes closed, enjoying this intimacy as much as he was. He smiled to himself hearing that heavenly noise. He grinded even harder now, Khushi moving to his rhythm; both their moans getting slightly louder.

He began to give her wet kisses on her face. He spoke breathlessly in between kisses,

"Khushi...please...jaan...I ...I need...you...just...just one...night... baby please ..."

Khushi was not able to form any coherent word at that moment. She was so deeply lost in his touch. Completely forgetting all sense, all logic. All she could sense at that moment was his warm body plastered against hers creating ripples of pleasure that Khushi had only once experienced before. And that too with this same man. She didn't respond to him but held his head and ruffled his hair, she moved him closer to herself and gave him kisses on his face.

Arnav took this as a yes. He smiled as he continued kissing her. He trailed kisses down her neck and paused to heavily inhale her lovely scent. Oh how he had missed her fragrance lurking around him all the time.

He bit her gently in that area, Khushi inhaled sharply and arched backwards pushing her bosoms deeper into his chest.

He gently soothed that area by lathering it with his expert tongue. His hands moved up her waist to feel the rest of her curves. They rested on her breasts. He moved his face out from the crook of her neck and looked at her. She looked at him with a hunger in her eyes.She needed him. She didn't care about anything else right now. She needed to feel him...on her...inside her. Before he could do anything further, she grabbed his head and roughly pulled him in, smashing her lips on his.

Arnav was surprised but he didn't have time to ponder over her actions, he just had to enjoy this moment. He kissed her back with much force. He sucked her bottom lip and bit it. She parted her mouth and he darted his tongue inside. He explored her mouth intensively. His heart picked up pace when Khushi responded with as much equal force, equal need and passion as his. She explored his mouth with her tongue and deepened the kiss, running her hands through his hair while he roamed his around her body, occasionally squeezing her breasts. She tasted so sweet to him, so utterly delicious.

After a while, they pulled away in order to breath. They looked in each other's eyes for a moment, their hunger and need apparent. Arnav couldn't take it any longer. He grabbed her by the waist and gave her a quick, firm kiss on her lips and picked her up. He threw her dupatta on the floor while looking straight at her. As he moved towards the bedroom he began unzipping her kameez. Khushi's breathing became ragged and uneven as she closed her eyes at his soft touch on her back. He felt her bra and fiddled with the clasp but didn't open it yet. He let his hand roam her smooth, creamy back.

He entered the vast bedroom which was lighted by the moonlight coming through the large windows. He decided not to draw the curtains as he preferred this dim light and the house was covered by a large fence anyways, so they couldnt be seen even though this was the only house for miles as it was so isolated in the woods.

He gave her one more look before setting her gently on the bed. He took off his shoes and came on top of her, supporting himself with his elbows. He began to unbutton his shirt and was stopped by Khushi. She moved his hands and with her own shaky hands began to unbutton his shirt instead. She caressed his vest clad chest every time she released a button from its hole. Finally the shirt had been unbuttoned; she pulled it off his shoulders.

He kissed her long and hard again, digging her into the soft mattress. He moved his body along hers. She let out soft moans and he hardened even more...if that was even possible.

After a thorough kiss on her lips and some more on her neck, he pulled the kameez down her shoulders. He continued pulling it down and revealed her cleavage. He traced the line between her breasts with his index finger, and dug his nose to the area and inhaled her dreamy scent. He then trailed kisses down it. Khushi held his head and moaned as she arced on the bed. This man felt so good on her she thought. How did she live without him she wondered?

He fully pulled down her simple kameez and he saw a beautiful sight. Her creamy skin exposed to him. She was so damn beautiful. He couldn't control it anymore, he dug his face into her neck and trailed kisses down her body, creating havoc on her senses with his expert hands and mouth. He reached the base of stomach and by now Khushi's breathing was labored. He looked up at her with his mouth still on her navel.

His hands and eventually,his mouth traced the waistband of her pyjama. She lifted her head and supported herself with her elbows.

He pulled it down and soon she was only in her undergarments. He inhaled sharply. He leaned down to kiss her on her lips. She wrapped her long, silky legs around him.

"Khushi...your..soo damn beautiful" he murmured on her lips.

She took a hold of his vest and pulled it off him. She caressed his broad chest, loving the feeling under her shaky hands.

They kissed some more until Arnav's mouth reached her bra clad breasts. He traced the bra outline with his teeth. He smoothly turned her around on her front so that her back was facing him. He took the bra clasp in his teeth and pulled, letting it go so that it bounced against her skin. She writhed and let out a soft moan. He slowly unclasped her bra and caressed her skin. He licked the part that had been hit by the clasp. He turned her back around and slowly pulled down the bra revealing her luscious breasts. He felt his heart stop but the hardness in his pants was unabling him from going slow and savoring this sight.

He rubbed his bare chest against her creating a rhythm, supporting himself with his elbows on the bed. He lifted himself off her and looked into her eyes. She pulled his trousers down with her hands and then used her legs to pull the down his. She didn't take her eyes of him once. She saw his attraction for her, how much she aroused him and gulped. She realized, by the state of her own arousal that he needed her as much as she needed him.

After long moments of caressing, fondling, stroking her luscious body, Arnav managed to fully undress her. She lay bare below him. For him. Only him. He traced his index finger in a line down her body until he reached her core and felt its wetness.