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Hello Shello lovelies ... I have come to the forum with a Yummilicious story of mine for my Pretty Pretty Tasnim ... ❤️ The other day we were discussing how RiKara could not and did not and will never have a proper nuptial night ... I have happily dumped all hopes from the showmakers ... She said yes to somethings Sanskari but girl I am in no mood to write a Suhaagraat ... For those who wish to read something like that please check one of my OS compositions - To a new beginning. Here I bring to you a newer, fresher and a tastier concept ... A suhaag morning! Nothing Fancy or elaborate ... This one is very simple and yes! Just imagine that RiKara have permanently shifted to Germany *Happy Dance* Enjoy reading ... And Tasnim I really hope you like it!
Happy RiKara Reading!
FLAVOURSOME
"Can I have you for breakfast."
Omkara woke up to the sounds of cupboards being open and shut. He laid his hand on the other side of bed, only to find it cold and empty. He smiled inwardly as the smell of freshly ground coffee wafted into the room. Gauri was up and busy in the kitchen.He tried to open his eyes but the sunrays glared at him. He shielded his eyes with a groan and tried to get up. After an unexpectedly romantic night, he had fallen into a deep sleep. The mere thought of what they had shared and done, made him hard and brought a grin to his face. She let him be so close to her ... how she caressed his face while confessing her love for him. Nothing extravagant... she told him everything she felt in simple ways as he held her in his arms ... The night of many firsts ... First time he had touched her skin willingly, first time she called him Om ... the first time she loosened the hair band out of his hair and ran her fingers through them, first time they had a genuine conversation and first time she told him about her love. He glanced at the clock and it read 07:05 AM. He pushed himself from the bed and freshened up and made way towards the kitchen reminiscing about her first innocent attempt to kiss him.
Her hands had glided along the sides of his neck and into his hair. She pulled him closer and strained upward. It started off slow and searching, because he needed to keep myself in check now more than ever. Her mouth was sweet, and her velvet tongue came out to touch his, tasting, testing, tentative...meeting him in between his teeth and exploring the feel and texture as he did the same. His desperate desire to savor that experience, Gauri's fingers tightened painfully in his hair. Her nails scratched his scalp as she tried to get closer. Relinquishing the already limited restraint, Om snaked an arm around her waist and deepened the kiss. He took his time admiring his wife's beauty, visible even in the shadows: the arch of her cheekbones, the pout of her mouth, her large, expressive eyes. He lifted her chin, their lips slightly apart. With her, it was the kiss of an ardent lover, communicating with his mouth that she desired him. Omkara pressed his tall body against her petite one, his fingers tangling in her soft brown her ... their first kiss.
The oversized white night shirt slipped off her shoulder again. He watched standing in the door frame of the kitchen. She tugged it up with a half laugh and a mild oath and dumped a cup of flour into the bowl. Gauri felt him move to stand behind her. She still kept her head down, concentrating on the batter. His breath fanned across her neck and tickled her ear bringing a rash of tingles out on her skin. She continued to whisk the contents of the bowl. He had come dangerously close to her when all she was thinking about was lavender body wash, The sweet lime scrub and mint oil. THE SHOWER *Hitch*
His hand brushed her shoulder. More tingles appeared. He slipped two fingers under her brassiere strap. Her breath caught. Blood rushed to inappropriate parts of her treacherous body. Get a grip! she chastised herself. She tightened her grip on the whisk.
"It's purple." His voice sounded like it had been roughened with sand paper.
"What's purple?" She asked thinking about eggplants, she shut her eyes and pursed her lips tight knowing what purple he was talking about.
"Your bra..." His fingers slid back and forth in a tiny caress between the satin of the undercloth and her skin. He shifted so that there was nothing but sparks separating them. "I wouldn't have pegged you for purple."
'Ah... um," Gauri swallowed hard and put the bowl and whisk on the counter in front of her. This man was turning her into a blithering fool, she thought. "I, uh, like all colors. I like variety...I even have a fuzzy leopard one."
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she regretted them. She squeezed her eyes shut and prayed that he would let the comment pass.
"Fuzzy leopard, huh? That must be cute. You are just full of surprises doll. Omkara complimented with a small chuckle.
The minuscule distance between them closed and her back was pressed against his chest. His hips and thighs pressed against hers. She shuddered as his lips grazed her neck. He brushed a feather light trail down her neck and back up again. Nibbling along the shell of her ear until he captured her earlobe between his teeth. He sucked gently before releasing it. A small demanding moan of his name escaped from her lips. She had desperately counted many stars for such a delightful morning.
Then he stepped back. The delectable pressure of his body, the warmth of his breath was gone. She shivered once before whirling around to face him, fully intending to rip into him for playing games with her. The biting comment stuck in her throat when she looked at his face.
He had backed up to lean on the opposite counter. His hand was unsteady as he scooped dark hair off his brow. It was his eyes, however, that made her pause. Emotion, hot and bright, filled them and darkened the dark brown of his iris to something closer to malleable metal. As his eyes held hers, her breath quickened and her blood resumed its rushing. She was feeling so many things.
"Why are you over there?" she asked in a voice that sounded all husky and low. She wanted him to touch her down and feel her up ... She wanted him to claim her in every way in which a husband can take his wife.
"I promised to be on my best behavior. I didn't want to push my luck." His eyes never left hers. The heat in them made her mouth water. It was his decision to give each other all the necessary time and space, she supported him only to realize that her husband to a true handsome specimen ... a boon to savor. How would she be able to keep away from him. How could she?
"What if I -," her voice faltered. She swallowed and summoned her courage. "What if I want you to push it?" Rightful yearning absolutely evident in her voice ... she was sounding like an untamed seductress.
"I would say that you have to be sure that you can push back." The flame in his eyes kicked up a notch.
They studied each other, neither of them moving or speaking. Gauri reached around to release the apron strings at her back. She slipped the strap over her head and tossed the cloth onto the counter. He clutched the counter at his side with white knuckles, but didn't move.
With her chin raised, she crossed to him. She slid her hands up his chest, reveling in the solid heat beneath her palms. She tiptoed and linked her fingers behind his neck then moved forward until her stomach was pressed against his. She matched her thighs to his. Om still gripped the counter. Helplessly.
Sending up a silent prayer that she wouldn't make a fool of herself, she nuzzled his neck. His scent, spicy and masculine, swamped her. She kissed her way up and down his throat in the same way he had done to hers the previous night. His breath caught, but he still didn't touch her. She nipped at the underside of his jaw. A low rumble started deep in his chest. Gauri pulled back to meet his sterling eyes.
"Consider this my push," She knew he was right ... that this relationship was new and he was trying genuinely to accept his newly found feelings barring his age old commitment problems but she loved him and she knew that even he loved her ... They have made their marriage worth a lifetime.
She closed her eyes and met his lips with hers. He let her control the kiss, opened to allow her questing tongue full access to him. Then sliding her fingers into the cool, silky mass of his hair she wiggled her hips against him.
He groaned. And then his hands were on her- one fisted in the shirt at the small of her back, the other at the base of her neck. Now she was the one to relinquish control. She went limp against him as he plundered.
Om's mind and body were saturated by the feel of her. She was soft and warm, pliant and responsive. The sheer joy of holding her, possessing her, rippled through him. His hands slid low on her hips to fist in the soft knit fabric of her pretty babylike shorts. A tiny whimper tumbled from her. He started to pull back, release his hold on her. She shook her head and continued to kiss him. Shifting, she aligned herself so that she was straddling his thigh. She plunged -- her fingers deeper into his hair, her tongue against his, her center to his.
This time the whimper was pulled from him. He tugged on her shorts until he was able to slide his fingers along the skin underneath. Her skin felt so soft, so smooth. Slowly enough to give her a chance to stop, he slipped his fingertips under the lace that stretched over her hips.
Gauri murmured something low and unintelligible against his lips. She moved against him again, arching against the hard bulge in his pyjamas.
He pulled away again, ignoring his body's shrieks of protest. Dropping his forehead to hers, he sucked in a deep breath. A tiny protest whispered from her lips. The sound ricocheted through his system, causing his already vibrating body to tremble with need. He drew in another deep breath. They weren't ready for this, he thought. It was too soon for her, too important to him. The woman standing held into him is his wife ... a person who trusts him ... a better half who has full faith in him. He has to be a better person for her ... his Gauri ... He has to deserve good things in life. He needs to do a lot of damage repair within himself.
With a gentle finger he tipped her chin up until her eyes met his. Her eyes were warm and liquid with desire, the mossy black lit with a soft glow. She smiled. Every thought in his head, including his rational explanation as to why they couldn't go any further, fizzled out. His heart felt like it had swollen and lodged in his throat. This moment, this woman was all that existed to him.
Everything in him seemed to throb with the sweetest ache he had ever experienced. Giving in to the need, the desire, the absolute necessity of having her, he met her with another kiss. She released a sound that sounded remarkably like triumph. Keeping her flush against him and distracted with his tongue, he backed out of the kitchen. He was busy mapping that their bedroom was at the end of the hall and moved in what he thought was the right direction. He had to stop frequently when her mouth became too intoxicating or when she slid her fingers under his shirt. He bumped into a wall and she took the opportunity to press herself even closer. She had rucked up her shirt so he could feel the warmth and shape of her chest that much more. And her hands -- they were everywhere. She slipped a finger into the waist band of his pyjamas. Electric shivers scrambled over his skin, sending even more mind-numbing sensations through his already frantic system. They weren't going to make it to the bedroom he realized. He slid down the wall, taking her with him to the floor. He eased her to the floor, careful to brace his weight over her.
Om had never in his life seen anything as beautiful or arousing as this beautiful eyed woman, breathless and flushed, with her hair spread out on the carpet beneath him. He loved her. At that instant he knew, he loved her. But how could he ever tell her? He wanted to talk to her just like the way she talked to him yesterday night but that was a question for another day.
"What about the waffles?" she joked as if sensing the turn of his mood.
As an answer he sat back on his heels and shucked his shirt, then popped the button of his pyjamas. Wide-eyed she watched as he stripped her of her tank top and shorts. "You wear too many clothes woman! He complained and paused to kiss her thoroughly before ridding her of her purple bra . He slipped a hand under her hips and lifted her to meet his hard length. She arched into him.
Her breath was trapped in her chest and her entire body felt as if it would explode if he kept touching her. Then again, she just might explode if he stopped. He stood to step out of his clothes and she wanted to study him, to examine what she was sure was an exceptional physique - it had certainly felt exceptional. But she couldn't tear her eyes from the heat in his gaze. She had never had a man look at her that way. His eyes were dark now -- with passion and heat and hunger. And need. No, no man had ever looked at her that way.
Dropping back to his knees, he spread a hand across her stomach. She quivered. The man was making her quiver and they hadn't even gotten to the good stuff she had read about. His lips followed the heated path of his hand, skimming over her ribs to the valley between her breasts. Using both hands now, he cupped her mounds, running his thumbs over the tips. She moaned and arched her back, pushing herself against his hands in a desperate plea. Then, mercifully, he took one taut peak into his mouth. She began to quiver in earnest now, not certain how much longer she could take this. He moved one hand, sending it on an exquisite exploration. She let out a murmur of satisfaction when he moved his fingers between her thighs. She spread her legs in a confident invitation, she knew what he could and will do to her now. She wanted this to happen. He traced his fingertips over her skin in burning circles, coming close to her core but never quite touching her. She tried to swivel her hips and force contact, but he evaded with a wicked chuckle.
"Tell me what you want." His fingers continued those maddening circles
"I want..." She swallowed a lump of embarrassment. This was new to her. She wanted him to make love to her but it was supposed to be in the bedroom. She had not thought about the carpet in the living room. His fingers brushed higher in encouragement. "I want you to touch me. Inside." She spoke in between gasps.
Gauri felt the burn of a blush flooding her cheeks, but then his fingers were slipping through the very edge of the moist heat between her thighs. He dallied a moment, exploring every part of her, before complying with her demand. With a hum of approval, he finally pushed inside her, stroking her with first one finger, then two. She felt the orgasm building inside ... a slight pain because of the clenched muscles ... She wasn't ready yet, not yet. Then Omkara shifted, moving down her body to replace with fingers with his mouth. The first stroke of his tongue shattered her control. She moved against him, matching the rhythm of his tongue with thrusts of her hips. The pressure inside coiled and tightened then burst. She shuddered and quivered while he continued to use his mouth to calm her.
He dropped gentling kisses on her thighs and up to her belly, needing the time to reign in his own passion before bringing her up again. He had never experienced anything like this before, anyone like her before.
Gauri opened her eyes then and smiled. She looked like a particularly satisfied cat who just snatched the canary: smug and a little bit naughty. Good lord he needed to be inside her before he does something reckless.
"Do I get to make anymore requests?" Boldness flavored her voice now. He liked this side of her.
He nodded and desperately tried for coherent thought. "Anything," he croaked. "Whatever you want as long as I get to have you soon."
She laughed, throaty and confident in her feminine power. "That works. Because what I want..." her voice trailed off as she reached between them to stroke the pulsing shaft of his manhood. "...is you completely inside me. Now."
"Yes... Omkara agreed to her demand capturing her lips again.
With a growl she tried to turn underneath him and snag her shirt. She fumbled for the condom she had optimistically stashed in the pocket and gave it to him while he continued to stare at her in astonishment... His wife is such a mischievious woman. Omkara crooked a brow as she looked away shyly.
"This was supposed to be your birthday present. She confessed.
"That was last week Gauri. He said in a straight serious tone.
"You were too busy for me to take care of you husband. She said tracing his lip.
He made quick worth of donning it despite his trembling fingers. He held her gaze as he positioned himself between her legs, stopping short of plunging into her. Gauri exhaled on a moan of anticipation and thrust her pelvis up to meet him, effectively pushing the tip of his hardness inside her. It was too much, felt too good. He plunged. Again. And again. She met him stroke for stroke. Their moans and breathy words mingled until he wasn't sure which sounds were coming from him any longer. She murmured to him, sweet nothings that he didn't quite catch.
They came together in a heady rush of words and sensation. He collapsed, unable to breathe, much less support his own weight. This morning changed everything. It was a good decision he knew.
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