#4 Arshi FF: Smitten By The Neighbour ~Next Thread Link on Page 146~ - Page 2

Khushi lay wide awake in bed, staring at the ceiling and smiling to herself. It was four in the morning and they had just tucked into bed after the quality time they spent in the shower. Arnav was already asleep, worn out from driving for long hours, then fighting, and then making voracious love to her. Making love. It sounded wonderful to her ears. She lay her hands flat on her abdomen and closed her eyes, trying to relive the sensations that went though her, mere minutes ago. She had finally accepted that she was falling for her husband. She wasn't head over heels in love with him, but if he continued to make love to her the way he did, she had no doubt that she would soon be crazily in love with him. It also helped that she was attached to Arnav, emotionally. He was a good son, a good father and a good husband. She considered herself blessed to have found a second chance in him. Her thoughts wandered to Rishi. She never felt so passionate, so alive with him. He was her best friend, yet the feeling of being so involved with him had never occurred to her. Arnav made her feel alive, as if fireworks were lit up in every fibre of her body. A broader smile lit up on her face. She had truly found bliss in letting Rishi go, and accepting Arnav as her husband. She turned her head to look at him. He was in deep slumber, lying on his stomach. She huddled closer to him and propped herself on an elbow. Touching his jaw line, she sighed. Minutes ago, she was kissing him all over his face, begging him for more. With a deep sigh, she slid as close as possible, and he instinctively wrapped an arm round her. For the first time, she found peace as he held her. She felt complete, with absolutely no awkwardness. With a wide grin on her lips, she closed her eyes to drift into sleep.

When morning arrived, Arnav woke up to see Khushi stuck to him like cling-wrap. She looked absolutely beautiful even if her hair was messy and she hadn't brushed yet. He bent his head to kiss her cheek, and she stirred in her sleep with a smile on her face. Brushing his lips across the nape of her neck, he touched her bare arms, and her lips parted in response with a sigh. Unable to control himself, he slowly pulled the sheets off her naked body and looked down at her. She looked angelic and her skin shone with a hue of the purest drop of honey in the morning sun rays. However, he did not stop there. He was like a small kid, eager to play with his favourite teddy. He smiled slyly as he dropped his hand to the bare skin of her belly and proceeded to go downward on her.

Khushi felt Arnav's touch when he slid his hand between her legs, gently stroking her there. And when her lips parted with a soft purr he leaned forward and took advantage, letting his tongue begin an intimate dance inside her mouth that only he had the skill to perform. Feeling like putty in his hands, under his lips, she clung to his mouth in a kiss of possession that she felt all the way to her toes. Moments later, he released her mouth and whispered softly against her moist lips, "You okay, Khushi?" She was too absorbed in the sensual spell he had placed her in to speak. She felt totally drained after last night that still had parts of her body quivering. Even now there was a heated pulse between her legs in the area where he was stroking. "Yes, I'm fine," she whispered back, filled with an emotional need which she was too weak to resist. Each time she made love with him since last night, she felt herself being pulled in towards him.

"You have beautiful breasts, Khushi" he murmured against her skin. She watched his hand stroke her hardened peaks as he spoke, using the same fingers he'd used to stroke between her legs earlier. Another shiver, this one of pleasure, ran up her spine. What on earth was he doing to her? "Arnav..." "Just close your eyes and feel, Khushi." She did what he asked and the moment her eyelids fused shut she felt his tongue snaking out and capturing a bud, flickering over it, tasting her before closing in and taking it fully into his mouth. Desire, the kind she only knew with him, consumed her insides as she felt his mouth on her breasts, tasting, taunting and tampering with her in a way that was simply his. He feasted on one and then the other, almost sapping her of her senses, her sanity and her self-control. And when his mouth found the indention of her belly and begin placing kisses all around it, she became lost within a maelstrom of sensations that had her surrendering to pleasure of the most erotic kind. "You have a beautiful stomach," he whispered with a warm breath before placing another kiss there. And then he whispered a few more words and phrases and she felt herself burning up as she absorbed his words. He was telling her how much he loved making love to her body and just what being inside her did to him each and every time he was there. His words were making her succumb to emotions she was trying to control and didn't want to feel. They were also causing another deep hunger to take place inside her.

Then she felt the warmth of his breath move lower, and she held still, knowing what he was about to do. By now she should have grown accustomed to him, kissing and caressing her there, but she wasn't. It couldn't be helped. He had a skill with his tongue whenever he went down on her that she just couldn't control, deny or resist. After all the lovemaking they'd shared since the previous day, she wondered how she would be able to handle this. She didn't know if she could take her body shattering in a million pieces again. She opened her eyes to tell him but all she saw was his head, down between her legs and she could only close her eyes the moment his tongue flicked over her sensitive flesh. Instinctively, her body came up off the bed and he grabbed her hips, holding her to his mouth as he devoured her with a sense of hunger that left her gasping for breath. She closed her eyes as sensations tore into her body once again. She reached out for him, held his head in place, inviting him to go deeper, and he did, as his sinfully skilled and seductive tongue continued nonstop, increasing the pace, redefining the urgency. Her senses were being driven wild and her fingers threaded through his hair as he continued to ply long, deep, drugging kisses into her. "Don't stop, Arnav. Please don't stop," she cried out over and over as a powerful throb overtook her. And then she felt it, some part of her that his tongue touched, that sent her over the edge, splintering her in two and making her scream yet again at the top of her lungs. Slowly, deliberately, he continued to bestow the intimate kiss on her as she felt waves of heated pleasures float all through her, and she continued to writhe beneath his mouth. She felt herself losing consciousness, and the last thing she remembered after moaning out his name was him pulling up and taking her mouth and she tasted herself on his tongue.

Moments later, her eyelids fluttered back open. "What did you do to me?" Khushi asked, still trying to breathe normally. Arnav was leaning over her and wiping the sweat at her brow with his finger. He smiled down at her. "Do I truly need to answer that in full details, Khushi?" She smiled shyly, but then looked up in all seriousness again. "No, but you did do something. I passed out for heaven's sake." Yes, she had, he acknowledged silently. And just to think when they had left the resort earlier that evening, he had fully intended not to touch her, because of her harsh words. But when he faced reality and confronted her, she had admitted to putting up an act just because she was scared to admit the truth. And, whether he liked it or not, the woman made his dreams a reality. She was the only woman he knew who could do something like that"and with very little effort.

"Tell me what you did, Arnav." He heard the urgency in her voice. He'd known her long enough to realize she was someone who thrived on being in the know, especially when it concerned her personally. "La petite mort," he said, using a French accent. "It's the French translation for the little death and a popular reference for a sexual orgasm. When pleasure gets so overwhelming it's considered a short period of transcendence one encounters." Her jaw hung open at his explanation, "By passing out?" "Yes." he said with a smile. He watched as she bit her bottom lip nervously before saying, "Nothing like that has ever happened to me before." He was tempted to tell her nothing like that had ever happened to him, either. Although he hadn't passed out, he had felt pleasure so intense, even now parts of his body felt as if they were on fire. "It might happen again. But don't worry. You will be in good hands if it does," he assured her, with a kiss on her cheek. He could tell from her expression that she intended to worry. Anxiety lines were forming around her lips. Her very beautiful, kissable lips. Lips that he was tempted to devour again.

He bent his head to place a kiss on her lips, "I think we've had enough for now" he said, smirking at her as she closed her eyes, expecting a deeper kiss from him. She tried hiding her disappointment at his quick peck, but failed miserably. He pushed the covers aside and stood and then reached a hand to help her up. He couldn't help staring at her naked body as she pulled up a satin robe over her. The woman was so sinfully gorgeous, it was a shame. Putting away those thoughts, he pulled up a pair of boxers and said, "Go have a shower. I'll make us some breakfast" She smiled in surprise, "You're making breakfast?" He nodded with a boyish grin and she noted how similar it was to Samrat's grin. She shook her head with a smile and walked to the bathroom. She did not dare to look back at him, for she knew he was staring at her body. He watched her heatedly as she walked to the bathroom, his eyes studying her curvaceous bottom, and sighed when she disappeared from him sight. Mentally kicking his brain for wishing that she would call him into the shower, he sighed and walked downstairs to the kitchen to make some breakfast.

Fifteen minutes later, when Khushi finished her bath and had wrapped a bathrobe over her, she heard a loud scream. She rushed downstairs, only to see an embarrassed Arnav, dressed only in boxers, with a bowl in one hand and a spatula in another. A shocked Seeta stood in front of him, with her back facing towards him. "Seeta?" Khushi called out, and Seeta looked back to be even more surprised to see her in a bathrobe. As the young woman's mind put two and two together, she giggled with a flush on her face, "I guess, I am not wanted here" Both, Arnav and Khushi, turned red at that statement. Arnav cleared his throat, saying, "Right now, you leave. We'll let you know when you are needed. Abhi ke liye, hum sambhaal lenge" Khushi looked at Arnav from the corner of her eyes, and saw him smiling ear to ear. "'Ji Saheb" Seeta said and left the place with a grin. After she left, Arnav turned to look at his wife, and she only shook her head and went upstairs to put on some clothes. Arnav couldn't help but sigh as he watched her bottom sway as she walked up the stairs.

Back at the resort, while Samrat and Kavya were playing on the shore, Akaash noticed his mother sulking in the corner. Walking up to her, he sat next to her and asked what was troubling her. With a heavy sigh, she said, "I'm worried about Arnav and Khushi. Both of them were very upset when they left from here, yesterday. Arnav even yelled at Samrat. He never does that. And Arnav did not call after he reached. That is worrying me even more. Akaash, can you call up Arnav and ask if everything is okay? If I call him up, he would get mad at me. At least, he will not say anything to you." Akaash nodded and pulled out his phone to call up Arnav.

When Khushi came downstairs after getting ready, the sweet aroma from the kitchen drew her attention and she immediately rushed to see what was cooking. She saw Arnav busy pulling out a tray of cinnamon buns from the oven, while two tall glasses of milk shake was placed aside. She walked to where he was standing, as he arranged breakfast in a tray. Arnav turned around to see her watching him, and he knit his brows, "What are you watching so intently?" She smirked as she sat at the edge of the kitchen slab, "I was just watching your buns. They look yummy. Cannot wait to dig in" Arnav shook his head when he saw her smile mischievously and chuckled at the hidden meaning. He walked to where she was sitting and, trapping her between his strong arms he placed them right next to each of her thighs. "So you like my buns, eh? What about my shake?" he said pointing towards the glasses, but most definitely not referring to the drink. She pretended to think for a while, and then said, "I like what you bake as well as shake" He leaned back and, with his elbow on her thigh, he said, "Really now, Mrs. Raizada? Well, someday I'd like to see you shake and bake too; just to see who shakes and bakes better" She blushed to her roots, "Arnav, breakfast, now" She said, pointing to the tray. He laughed as she carried the glasses to the table, while following her with the tray of cinnamon buns. Breakfast was finished in a comfortable silence, and both of them enjoyed each other's company, only to be interrupted by the phone call.

Arnav excused himself and picked up his phone. "Yes, Akaash?" "Not Akaash. It's me, your mother!" Ratna said in a stern tone. Arnav looked up at Khushi and gave her a small smile, "Yes Ma, tell me" Ratna's voice grew louder, "Why didn't you call me up once you reached home? You know how worried I was? I hardly got some sleep and a few of my hairs turned grey overnight with so much stress. You two left in anger, and I was so upset ever since." Arnav chuckled, "Sorry Ma. I know I said I'd call you up, but Khushi and I were... err... a bit busy" Ratna became silent for a moment before she smiled to herself. She seemed to sense her son's happiness. "Hmm alright. Forgiven. We're returning tomorrow. See you at home... Also, please don't embarrass us when we walk in tomorrow. I'll call you half an hour in advance so you and Khushi get time to...errr... stop being busy" Arnav cut the call with a grin after Ratna teased him to have a good time with his wife.

Akaash, who was listening to the conversation, shook his head and grinned at his mother. "Ma, you won't change, right? Poor Arnav must have been so embarrassed!" Ratna looked at Akaash and smiled, "What's there to be embarrassed? He's spending some time and getting to know his wife more intimately. What's embarrassing in that? And who knows, if everything goes well, they may make another grandchild for me, soon" she said with aglint in her eyes. Then, looking at Akaash, she said, "And Akaash, that applies to you and Payal as well. Kavya is already eight years old. Are you both happy with just one child? In fact, I'd suggest you and Payal to leave the kids with me and your Dad, and go back to the resort and make yourselves cosy. Enjoy yourselves while you're still young." Akaash turned red, "Ma, aap bhi na!" he said with a tinge of red on his cheeks, but soon enough, he caught hold of Payal's hand and asked her to meet him in the bedroom in few minutes. Payal thought of digging a hole in the ground and hiding in it when she saw Ratna wink at her with a mischievous grin. Of course, Payal did follow Akaash to the room, only to meet the rest of the family at lunch.

The minute Arnav placed the phone aside, Khushi spoke, "What did Ma say?" Arnav leaned forward towards her and said, "Ma asked us to have a good time before the whole family comes back. Also, she asked us not to embarrass them when they would walk in. So she's going to give us a call, half an hour before they reach, so that we stop being busy" Khushi turned red in embarrassment as Arnav repeated his mother's words. "Ma said that?" she asked as her jaw hung open. Arnav nodded his head, "Absolutely. Would you like to call her up and ask her to wish you luck as well?" She shook her head and with a shy smile, looked down at her empty plate, unable to look into his eyes. He rose from his seat and bent down to pick her up in his arms. "Arnav, what are you doing?" she squealed when her feet were swept off the floor and was scooped up. He smiled at her with smouldering eyes, "I'm just making sure I'm giving you a good time, Mrs. Raizada" She smiled and snaked her arms round his neck. "I can't wait, Mr. Raizada" Leaning into her ears with a mischievous grin as he walked up the stairs, he whispered, "Just so you know, I give a very good massage." She pulled away far enough to look at his face, "A massage would be very good after how much you've worn me out since last night" she said sensuously, while brushing her fingers on his shoulder blades, in response to which he groaned. "Mmm I see" he said, pretending to contemplate over something. Then, he turned serious as he said, "But what do I get in return for the massage, Mrs. Raizada?" She blushed and whispered a few unmentionable things in his ears while his eyes darkened with desire. "Really, Mrs. Raizada? I did not know my wife was so brazen and bold. Hmmm, I think I could think of a number of positions for what you just suggested" he said with a wink. Khushi bent her head and leaned against him, avoiding his lustful gaze on purpose. He carried her back to their bedroom and kicked the door shut, where they spent many more hours intimately.

"Daadi" a tired Samrat came running up to Ratna and hugged her after playing on the beach. She hugged him and carried her in his arms, "Daadi, is Daddy still mad at me?" Ratna's heart melted at the boy's question. "No Sam. He isn't mad at you. Daddy was angry yesterday, but it wasn't because of you." The little boy looked utterly confused and his grandmother knew she had to make a better attempt to explain it to him. "Samrat, your Daddy is just like your Daadaji. Remember, when your Daadaji is angry with someone at work, he comes home and screams at everyone, including me and Akaash Chachu?" Samrat nodded as he recalled some thoughts. He had once seen his Daadaji threatening to send his beloved Bruno to the pound, just because he was mad about something at work. Ratna continued, "Your Daadaji and Daddy are somewhat same when it comes to such matters. Your Daddy was angry with someone else, and he took his anger out on you and screamed at you" Samrat sat quietly for some time, watching the waves come and go. "I too do the same, Daadi. When I get angry with any of my friends, I shout at Lulu" Ratna kissed the boy's cheek, "See? That is what I was trying to tell you. Daddy isn't angry with you. Daddy can never be mad at you. You know why? Because Daddy loves you the most!" Samrat shook his head with a toothy grin, "No. Mommy loves me the most! Daddy loves me the second most" he said, holding up two fingers to show Daddy's second place. Ratna laughed and patted the boy's back, "yes, she does love you the most"

Suddenly, Ratna had a thought. "Samrat, how would you feel if Daddy and Mommy had another baby?" Samrat frowned, "Why should they have another baby? I am enough for them!" he almost screamed at her. Ratna sighed, "Of course, Samrat. You are more than just enough for them. You are everything to them. But, let's say, God decides to give you a little brother or sister? Would you like it?" Samrat's mouth twisted in displeasure. Just then, Kavya called out to Ratna to help her pick starfishes off the shore. Ratna placed him on the sandy ground and walked towards Kavya. Samrat saw Kavya giggling and picking up a few coloured shells with Ratna's help. He always disliked it when the attention given to him was diverted. He frowned and the lines on his forehead deepened while his lips curled in annoyance. "God cannot give Mommy and Daddy another baby. I don't want a brother or sister. I am Mommy and Daddy's only child. And they are only mine. No one else's, but mine" he thought to himself angrily and sat at the shore with his tiny arms crossed at his chest, as he watched Ratna hugging Kavya and kissing her cheek. He knew he had to talk to his Mommy and Daddy, when he would reach home, about not giving him a brother or sister.