Once at his building, after he inserted his key card in the slot of the elevator to take them to his penthouse on the top floor, Shlok scooped her up in his arms without warning. "Shlok!" she said in a shock when she was lifted off the ground. He grinned, "You may have had a rushed wedding, but I'm going to give you a proper wedding night." She felt a thrill go through her at that deeply voiced promise, but the feel of his strong arms around her made her sigh and lay her head on his shoulder. Nothing could destroy her happiness at this moment, and she was going to savour every second of it. His arms were comforting and hard like the rest of him. She never forgot on how wonderful his body was when she slept next to him. Ever since then, she craved that again, but was never able to tell him. The doors to the elevator opened and he retrieved his key card from the slot before stepping inside the house. He set her feet back on the ground and asked her to wait outside. "But Shlok, where are you going?" she asked him. "Two minutes" he screamed from inside. Almost two minutes later, Shlok came out with a tray containing some liquid. "What's this?" Aastha asked, looking inquisitively at the steel tray, containing some reddish liquid. "Red paint" he answered and grinned at her, saying, "Now, dip your hands in his and leave a hand print on the wall" She felt a wave of emotion wash over her and did as she was told.
After she left the print of her hands on the wall, he kept the tray aside and carried her into the house. "This was how I brought you into this house for the first time, that night." He said recalling the night he met her for the first time. "Today, I'm bringing you inside as my wife" She smiled lovingly as he stepped inside the hall and marched to his room without breaking his stride. He placed her on the edge of the bed and sat next to her, cupping her face. She looked away as he bent to kiss her lips. "Shlok, give me a few minutes, alone?" She whispered. He smiled and nodded his head and went to the hall. Probably she was having some jitters about the night. Aastha smiled at his gentleness and closed the door. She then opened the cupboard and took out the white and red saree and some jewellery that she had bought when she had gone shopping with Shlok. She smiled to herself as she got herself ready for her husband. She felt her heart flutter. Meanwhile, Shlok paced the hall in anxiety. Only when he heard the door knob click open, he turned around to look at the room. When she did not come out anymore, he stepped inside.
Once inside his bedroom, he saw her waiting near the window, with the wind flying in her hair. The moonlight peeping through the window highlighted the curves of her hourglass figure. He walked to where she was standing and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Aastha..." he said in a soft tone. She turned around, with her eyes closed and Shlok was mesmerized with her beauty and simplicity. He gently pulled her close to him and bent his head to kiss her. He then backed away slowly, still wondering if she wanted to get intimate with him. "Look at me, Aastha" and she opened her eyes. He held her face in his hands and kissed her forehead. "I understand if you need some time. Just because we are married, I don't expect you to ..." his words trailed off when she placed her finger over his lips, thus silencing him. "Make me yours, Shlok" she said as she leaned closer to him to breathe in his ears. That simple gesture was enough to turn him on to such an extent and he was sure there was no way he would have any control over what was going to happen. He crushed her mouth with his and Aastha wound her arms round his neck, pulling him close. He pulled her in his arms and slowly backed her toward the bed all the time his mouth moved over hers. Gradually the kiss became heated and their tongues met each other with passion. "You'll have to excuse me Aastha, if I seem rushed, but I waited a long time for this." He murmured against her mouth. She never said anything but her hands went to the buttons on his shirt, fumbling to get them undone. "Well it looks like I'm not the only one."
"Do you ever shut up?" She smiled against his mouth while shoving his shirt off of his shoulders forgetting that he wore a tie. He chuckled while reaching up and loosening it, causing her laugh at her own eagerness. Tossing the tie on the floor, he helped her strip off his coat and shirt piling them on the floor beside them. Her hands went to the belt of his slacks and he stilled her. "No. It's your turn." He said huskily. Her cheeks pinked up but she slowly started undoing her saree. It was almost like a private strip tease, only for his eyes to savour. His eyes roamed all over the flawless creamy skin of her delicate curves, as the lengthy white and red saree came undone. She then started undoing the buttons of her blouse, but his hands caught hers. "I want to do this" he said seductively and he undid the rest of them until it hung open revealing a light white lacy bra. "Nice." He said while he slowly opened the ends of her blouse and moved his fingers up the inside of it to slide it off her shoulders. It fell in a soft swish behind her, after which he undid her underskirt as well. Then his fingertips moved over the swell of her breasts as his eyes followed their path. "Touch me too, Aastha." She didn't need to be asked twice. She missed the feel of him and easily ran her hands over the hard contours of his chest savouring the masculine feel of him, "I love you, Shlok" She said softly guiding her eyes up to his slowly. His hands framed her face so he could look down at her with rare affection, "I love you too, wifey" She smiled shyly. The word wife sounded so wonderful coming from his mouth. Her arms went around his neck as she stepped up to him and looped his arms around her pulling her tight against him as he bent his head and crushed her mouth under his.
Soon she was forming her body against his and responding as if someone lit a fire in her. His own belt had managed to get undone and was hanging loosely from the loops of his slacks. He threaded his fingers in her hair while his other hand circled around her lower back and pulled her tight against his body. He knew she could feel the length of his erection against her soft belly but she didn't move away, in fact she moved closer. "Shlok you're driving me crazy." She moaned against his mouth. "I am?" he chuckled moving her toward the bed, "I'm so hard it hurts." He pulled her hips tighter toward him, "See?" "Should that be turning me on so much? I mean, I feel so..." she asked innocently. "Oh hell, Aastha! It's your turn to shut up now!" Her little naive statement nearly made him explode. She released a laugh as he scooped her up and tossed her on the bed coming down on top of her. He wasn't only tall but heavy with muscle and she loved the feel of his weight on her. Then she heard him chuckle and shift his weight. "What is it?" she asked with a slight frown as she suddenly missed his weight over her. "I forgot to take my pants off." He said quickly sitting up and disposing of the rest of his clothing shaking his head at her soft giggle. He was so eager to be with her that he'd completely forgotten about his slacks.
Then he turned and looked down the length of her body. She was still wearing her lacy inner garments, but he purposely did that. He wanted to slowly undress her himself. A pink tinge entered her cheeks and he shook his head again, "If you knew how beautiful you were to me, you wouldnt be embarrassed Aastha." He said. He reached over and ran his fingers around the waistband of her innerwear slowly pulling them down her legs. He could see her embarrassment, but knew it wouldnt take much to dispel it. He slid his hands up her long silken legs until he reached the soft junction of her thighs. Then he slipped his fingers in her, causing her to arch off the bed and moan. He felt arrogantly proud at her reaction to him while moving his hand with a rhythmic technique.
"Oh God Shlok!" She reached for him and he obliged by moving over her and using his other hand to quickly unsnap her bra exposing her beautiful bosoms. He teased and tormented them with his tongue and mouth until she was groaning while twisting her fingers in his hair almost painfully. Somehow she'd already managed to lift her legs and wrap them around his hips. He lifted himself up on his forearms and took her mouth with a possessive display of desire thrusting his tongue between her parted lips. "Aastha" he said in a heavy voice. "Stop me now if you don't want me to..." She almost cried at his tenderness and kissed him, urging him to go on. How he even was able to think of her through his desire was beyond her. She couldnt even remember her own name at that time. He understood her and centered himself back over her, "Let me know if I hurt you baby, I'll take it slow." She nodded too overwhelmed to say anything, unless the tears she felt prick her eyes threatened to fall. Then he shifted his hips and lowered them against hers probing for entrance, "One quick thrust Aastha, then it'll be done." He said quietly bending his head to kiss her. How his mouth made her forget all of her worries, she'd never know, but soon she was back in the state of forgetting her name. Then he moved. It was quick and there was a stab of pain as his hips met the soft flesh of her inner thighs. She cried out unable to stop it and he instantly stilled smothering her with kisses.
"I have to move honey, or I'm going to die." He murmured as he captured her mouth again. She was so tight that he could instantly feel himself pulse within her at the rapid beating of his own heart. There was no way in hell he could remain still for long. She nodded responding to him as if there was no pain because he easily made her forget. When he pulled himself out from her, there was a small stab but then just discomfort until he pushed back into her again. Her eyes flew wide and she released a gasp of wonder causing him to grin against her mouth. "Again...please!" She said arching her head back into the mattress. "Oh hell yes!" he growled beginning a slow torturous rhythm until she was begging him for more, but he still didn't give in. She had to experience the pleasure of lovemaking to its fullest extent for her first time, and he was going to give it to her. Finally, when her hands started clawing at his shoulders, she was writhing beneath him like a wanton goddess, and his own need could no longer be ignored, he raised himself up on his hands and began stroking more forcefully. "Open your eyes Aastha!" he rasped out. "I want to see you come" She did as he asked and it felt as though someone set off firecrackers in her. Ripples of agonizing pleasure flushed out from her pelvis and rocketed through her. She actually heard herself scream his name which was cut off by a deep masculine growl of his own. She saw his expression of intense release as he arched over her before groaning in a rush of breath as he brought his full weight down on her capturing her mouth at the same time.
It was a good five minutes before he finally lifted his head and looked at her, "Holy smokes, Aastha, if I'd known it was going to be that good, I really wouldn't have waited until we were married." "Are my toes supposed to be numb?" she asked and that got her one of the sexiest grins she'd ever seen on him. "Mine are too." He shifted his hips and she released a gasp. "Don't start." He groaned, "I've got to let you rest for a bit before we make love again. It was your first time." "I didn't realize that it would be so incredible." She said softly feeling like weeping. "It usually isn't, but it is with us, because we love each other." He'd told her that earlier in the day but it still hit her with a wave of emotion. This time she did start weeping. "Hush baby." He said softly kissing her tears tenderly, "I'll go, draw us a bath and grab a bottle of wine. Meet me there in twenty minutes." "That sounds like heaven." She said and managed with a smile. "It will be." He kissed the tip of her nose and rolled off her.
Aastha rolled onto her side to watch his naked form as he walked into the bathroom. Then he stopped and spoke without turning around, "If you keep watching me like that, I'm going to change my mind and come back to bed." She released a laugh, "How did you know?" Slowly he turned around not the least bit shy about his body. And why should he be, she thought, he was gorgeous. "Because Aastha, only you could make my skin heat up from your gaze." She lifted herself up on her arms, "Really?" "Every time you look at me, I know it." "You must be warm a lot then." She said without thinking. He threw back his head and laughed, "Twenty minutes." He repeated in a husky voice before leaving the room. Almost twenty minutes later he led her toward his bathroom. Just when she thought he couldn't surprise her anymore, "You did this in twenty minutes?" She said in disbelief. He had about a dozen candles lit surrounding the sunken tub which was loaded with bath bubbles. On the marble edge was a bottle of wine and two glasses. "Shlok, this is so sweet." She felt overwhelmed with emotion. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed her neck, "I've waited long for you Aastha. And I'm never letting you go away from me" That confession coming from him was simply earth shattering for her. Without her saying anything she turned around in his arms, lifted herself up on her toes and pulled his head down towards her so she could kiss him.
"Would you like a drink, Mrs. Agnihotri?" Shlok said reaching for the bottle. She was settled in between his legs with her back against his chest in the hot soapy water of the tub. "Oh, Mr. Agnihotri, you certainly don't have to get me drunk to take advantage of me." "No?" he said taking her glass from her hand and setting it beside the tub before running his hands up her body to cup her breasts. She sighed and tilted her head back into the crook of his neck causing him to groan. "You respond like fire to my touch." She could feel the sudden jut of him poking against her back, "Apparently so do you." She said turning around and facing him. He lifted her up so she was level with him and kissed her hard, "No more Mr. nice guy." He growled. "Thank God!" She laughed just to have it cut off by the hard press of his mouth followed by a lot of splashing and another giggle.
The next morning, Shlok woke up to see his wonderful wife snuggled close to him in his arms. He tucked her tangled hair behind her ear, and smiled to himself as he recalled the previous night's events. Apparently, he could not have enough of her and had proceeded to take her three times in the night. Not that she protested. Each time he touched her, she willingly participated and responded to him like she was made to quench the thristing of his yearnings. He knew she would be sore and let her sleep. He kissed her forehead and hugged her close to him. She murmured something in her sleep and smiled. He couldn't help but kiss the pout of her lips. She woke up to find Shlok's mouth on hers. "Good morning, wifey" he smirked at her and she only blushed more when she saw him. The vermillion of her forehead was smeared over his face and chest. "Good morning" she said and smiled, hiding her face in his chest. He laughed and kissed the top of her head. "By the way, I forgot to give you your wedding gift. I was too eager to..." She placed her hand on his mouth, not wanting him to tease her about last night.
He kissed her hand and said that he would be back in a few minutes after he left the room. Seconds later, he brought a huge canvas from the next room. "What's this?" she asked him propping herself up on her elbows, looking at the canvas that was covered with a white cloth. He placed it in front of her and took the cloth off. Aastha simply gasped in awe. It was a painting of her face, smiling. "When did you make this?" She asked him, too surprised to say anything else. "I finished it two days back. Liked it?" he asked, and she nodded her head like an excited child at Christmas. "Something's missing though" Shlok said, looking at the painting and then looking at Aastha. She frowned. To her, the painting was perfect. She watched Shlok pick a paint brush and a tube of paint. He dipped the brush and made a single stroke of red between the parting of her hair in the painting. "Now, it's complete" he said. Tears welled up in Aastha's eyes as she saw that he had portrayed her as "his wife" in the painting. She could not imagine that she was so lucky to have found a life partner so caring, so loving, so devastatingly handsome. "Oh Shlok, this is the most beautiful thing you could have done for me. I'm so sorry I didn't get you any gift. What would you like?" She asked looking apprehensively as his expression changed. "I got my gift last night, Aastha" he said as he sat next to her in bed. She gave him a questioning look and then closed her eyes as he softly circled the hickey at the base of her neck; the scar being a reminder of last night's insatiable passion. "You gave me yourself. What more could I ask for?" Her eyes flew open and she stared into his deep eyes, and then looked at the faint stain of what seemed like a blood spot on the light blue bedspread. She blushed to a shade of crimson and he took pride that he was the first and the last man to have marked her as his. "It's cute that you still blush even after what we did last night, that too multiple times" He teased and she hit him playfully on his chest. Once she was able to get a hold of herself, she asked him seriously what he wanted as a wedding gift. He smiled naughtily and inched closer, pulling down the sheet that she had clutched close to her chest, revealing her beautiful chest over which a numerous bite marks were left. His fingers delicately brushed over the swells, perking up the tips almost instantly. She bit her lips and understood his meaning, and pulled him closer to her. The room was soon filled with moans and groans as they made love again. They experienced bliss as they shared that slice of heaven, both oblivious that fate was waiting to turn their lives upside down in a matter of a few hours.
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