Rikara OS- Insatiable *16+

"Chodiye humein..." she said in a harsh whisper, trying to free herself, and in response, he growled pressing himself into her tiny body against the wall. The wedding ceremonies were going on where Rudra and Saumya were getting married again, this time in front of the whole family and relatives. Gauri, who had been unable to spend time with a certain Jatadhari man, was busy running around with a huge plate of rose petals when she had felt someone's fingers crawl up the skin of her back, and quickly undoing the string of her almost backless blouse.

She had been embarrassed with his audacity to creep up behind her, but was thankful that all the lights focused on the wedding mandap, leaving the rest of the area relatively dimmer. When she admonished his reckless behaviour, he had simply apologised half-heartedly with a shrug of his shoulders, and offered to help her redo the strings. Knowing his mischievous intent that was visible in his eyes, she had asked him to call Annika to help her, only to have him frown at her and pull her into a darker corner of the corridor, asserting that he would help her with redoing her blouse strings whether she wanted his help or not. Without any option left, she had obliged.

Only now she had realized what a mistake it had been to allow him to do his wish and will. With one thing leading to another, she had somehow found her hands caught in his hair, urging him to continue his trail of kisses from the column of her throat leading downwards to a sensitive spot just above her heaving breasts, while his one hand kept tracing idle patterns on the bare skin of her waist, and another was trying to pull the sleeve of her blouse down her shoulder. Only when his skillful fingers began to graze the skin of her chest did she realize the gravity of the situation where anyone could walk in on them while they were making out in the corner of the passage behind the curtains.

"Omkaraji, please..." she begged him with a breathy sigh as he kissed her earlobe. Nipping lightly on the skin of her neck, his hand found its way to her breasts, and the moan that escaped her lips as he fondled her breast, lightly flicking the aroused peak made him want to haul her on his back and take her to the room, just any darn room, and have his way with her. "Omkaraji, koi dekh lega. Please." She whispered again, the excitement in her tone betraying her words, and she could only sigh helplessly as he pressed his arousal against her hip making his intentions as clear as the day.

Omkara was helpless at this point, almost fearing that the painful strain in his pants would cause the fabric to rip. With a helpless sigh, he pressed his lips against her mouth; the kiss getting heated within seconds, causing both of them to feel giddy and desperate for each other. It had been three weeks since Saumya was staying with Gauri in one room, and Rudy with Omkara in another; courtesy- Dadi's two-feet distance rule. Shivaay had out-rightly refused obliging, given how Annika needed him during the fourth month of her pregnancy. That left only Gauri and Omkara, and the two of them had helplessly obliged, unaware of how each other absence, especially during the night, would frustrate them both. Ever since three weeks, the two would only steal glances, and if lucky, would end up making out in some secluded corner of the house. Only three days back, they had been up to some adventure with Omkara pressed up against Gauri in the kitchen behind the fridge, when Daadi walked in on them. The following breakfasts, lunches and dinners had passed with the family giving them teasing glances and low whistles, causing both of them to flush uncontrollably. And Gauri had forbidden Omkara from touching her until the wedding was over.

Right now, Omkara did not care about the place, the timing or any other factor. All that he was aware of was how wonderful her body felt when she was pressed against him. It was an added bonus that the hazy desire that coursed through his veins was reflected in her eyes too. "Let's go he held her hand and with another passionate kiss against her lips, pulled her along as he took quick, long strides towards their bedroom, while she matched his pace with tiny steps, almost running as quick as her legs could take her. She knew that they would be teased mercilessly if caught, but right now, she couldn't care; all she needed right now was her husband, preferably hot and bare-skinned against her own body, doing things that were best left unsaid or even thought about in public.

Just as they took a turn in the corridor towards their room, they almost collided into an extremely happy Shivaay and a profusely blushing Annika exiting their own room. The four of them stared at each other for just a second, and reading the situation, they only grinned at each other sheepishly. Shivaay winked at Omkara, who only grinned back at his older brother, leaving the two women blushing harder.

Quickly entering the room, Omkara locked the door and turned around to watch Gauri undoing the hook of her blouse, allowing the flimsy scrap of a material, in his opinion, hang on her shoulder blades. "Bass dekhne ka iraada hai kya?" she questioned him as he stared at her in awe of her newfound boldness and in response, he grinned while making his way towards her. "Iraade bata doonga toh tum sharma jaaogi, Mrs. Omkara Singh Oberoi" She smirked, looking at his devilish grin, "Bahut zyaada baatein kartein hain aap." She said, and even before he could respond, she cupped his face and pulled him into a kiss, silencing his words.

Half an hour later, they lay in other's arms, sweaty, naked and tangled in sheets, breathless and snuggled in an embrace, while she finally spoke, "Humein neeche jaana chahiye." He nodded in agreement, not before pulling her into another passionate kiss. It took them another half an hour to get ready, all the while with Gauri complaining about the hickeys he had left on her neck and her trouble with concealing the marks, to which Omkara only grinned. It only stoked his primal ego while his wife complained about the way he had branded her.

Exiting the room, Omkara and Gauri looked at Priyanka and Ranveer walking in each others' arms, while Ranveer's hands kept roaming on her midriff. Omkara cleared his throat uncomfortably, causing Priyanka to blush. He had still not come to terms with his baby sister being married. Ranveer grinned at Omkara, who with a frown said, "Don't give me that cheeky smile. She's my baby sister!" And Ranveer's smile vanished. "Bhai," Prinku retorted, "He's my husband, and like every other couple, we too..." Omkara raised his hand to stop her from talking, "I don't want to hear more. Just go and... whatever..." Gauri chuckled at Priyanka who only blushed.

"Omkaraji, aap bhi na... Pati patni hain dono, toh..." Gauri said as they quietly made their way bak to the wedding area. Omkara rolled his eyes, "Gauri please. Abhi tum shuru mat hona. I still don't like Ranveer, and meri behen uske bina nahi reh sakti. I have no option but to just tolerate him. Hum iss bare mein baat na karein?" he asked her, quite uncomfortable with the thought of his baby sister upstairs with Ranveer- her husband. She nodded, but not before she ran her fingers over his stubble, "Waise..." she said in a soft tone successfully diverting his attention from Ranveer-Prinku, "Aaj raat ko boy's party se thodi jaldi aa jaiyega." She referred to the post-wedding cocktail celebrations of the boys, and when Omkara raised a brow, she moved closer to him, and with a trail of her nails down his chest, she whispered, "I have a surprise for you. It involves a certain Victorian Secret and some scrappy lace that you bought for me last month." And with a wink, she proceeded towards the wedding mandap, leaving Omkara to groan inwardly in anticipation, for having to wait for the tiring and lengthy ceremony to get over, until later that night.

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