OS: Mr. Desperate Raizada

Finally the two of them were actually going on a trip far away from home, where no one else would disturb them. Arnav had booked a private car and had been excited about the getaway from the Raizada Mansion like a kid at an amusement park. After what had happened since the past few weeks, it was necessary for him to take his mind off. He now loathed Shyam to an endless limit. But the fact that hurt him most was that he had hurt Khushi in the process and pushed her away from him. When he learned of his Brother-in-law's true colors, he had begged Khushi on his knee for forgiveness, and after weeks of endless tries, she finally gave in and forgave him. At present, she was fast asleep, leaning against his chest, wrapped in his arms. He smiled at her innocence. They were due to reach the hotel in a few minutes and yet he did not have the heart to wake her up. He tucked the strand of hair that fell on her face. Khushi fluttered her eyes open when she felt his fingers on her cheek. "Hi..." she smiled and said in a groggy voice and stretched herself, not realizing the impact of brushing her body against Arnav's. "Hi yourself" he said looking at her intensely.

He pulled up the partition between them and the driver, bent his head and brushed his mouth across hers, "I love the way you taste." He said against her mouth, "And you smell like lilacs" "hmm-mm." was the only sound she could manage when she felt his mouth on hers. That soft sound of surrender provoked the fire burning in him for her and he took her mouth completely under his. This time she opened hers in response to his gentle coaxing and his tongue slipped past those lush full lips to caress hers. He was thankful to the tinted windows of the vehicle at that moment. It was not like him at all to do public displays of affection. But he just couldnt keep from touching her. God alone knew how he spent those lonely weeks. She would parade right in front of him, and all he had to do was reach out to her, across the rope. He stopped recollecting the horrible past and was glad that she was in his arms right now. Khushi groaned and leaned into him. She felt hot all over and the intimate touch of their tongues was surprisingly erotic. Her arms went around him and her fingers threaded through his hair trying to get closer.

He lifted his head to look at her and she slowly opened her eyes. Smiling he bent his head again and took her mouth again. Khushi must have been the only woman who could possibly look more beautiful when flushed with passion. With the last of his will, he finally put his hands on her waist and pulled her away from him, "Okay sweetheart, we have to stop." She looked disappointed and he almost kissed her again, "Look, theres evidence on me of what weve been doing in here and although Im enjoying this as much as you are, I dont need to advertise it to the public." It took Khushi a moment to understand his meaning and then her eyes widened when she noticed the strain in his trousers. "Oh, gosh. Arnav, Im sorry." "You would be." He said kissing her on the lips briefly, "But its not necessary, I like kissing you." She blushed as he grabbed her hand and opened the door before she could respond. They walked into the lavish hotel, and soon checked into the room. He tipped the bell boy and asked him not to bother them henceforth.

He hugged Khushi from behind and nuzzled in her neck. "Arnav.." she moaned and tried getting out of his hold. "Let me unpack my suitcase first" Arnav suppressed a smile as she opened her suitcase. Her eyes widened at what she saw. "My clothes? Where did my clothes go?" She looked at him in disbelief. Arnav had managed to put aside all her sarees and fill her suitcase with camisoles, lingerie and some extremely provocative nightwear. "Why would you do that? What would I wear when we go out?" She asked as she frowned at him, while blushing at the sight of the bold and skimpy outfits. "Well, that's the point, Khushi. We are not going sightseeing. I want you to myself for all the three days that we are here. I've waited weeks for you and I am not a patient man." Despite his impatience he allowed his gaze to rake heatedly over her form, "Maybe I would be potent enough to get you pregnant the first time I make love to you." Her eyes searched his and despite her shyness she couldn't help but let a thrill go through her. She was pleasantly shocked at the boldness of her husband, and a certain excitement ran through her knowing that he belonged only to him. He stepped closer to her and pulled her in his arms. "I want to make love to you, Khushi. Now. This very moment" She almost melted in his arms. She too longed for his touch. "I'll be back in a minute" She whispered and ran off to the bathroom, before she picked one of the white lingerie, surprising Arnav.

She managed to wear the white lace teddy that her husband had picked up for her. Then she proceeded to brush out her long hair. She had much to make up for with Arnav and today would be their start. Moments later, she walked out of the bathroom. She saw Arnav leaning against the edge of the bed watching her with hooded eyes and his arms crossed casually on his chest. He'd taken time to remove his clothes and don a robe and to her he looked utterly sinful. "Come closer to me, Khushi. I want to look at you." He walked up to her as she did as he asked, and reached over to take her hand. She did her best not to cover herself and stood bravely in front of him.

He lifted her hand up and twirled her around. "You are perfect Khushi." He said thickly soaking up every inch of her in the lacy outfit. She blushed, "Arnav...I..." he placed a finger on her lips. "No, we are not going to mention the past anymore." He started backing toward her bed pulling her with him, "I'm going to make love to you until you scream my name" He pulled her against his body and captured her mouth with his. One of his hands pushed up under her see-through top and caressed one of her full bosoms, while the other worked its way down her back to cup her behind pulling her tighter against him. He wanted every part of her touching him and to his delight he felt her hands fumbling with the tie of his robe. Turning, he laid her down on the bed without breaking contact with her. To him, her body was a perfect hourglass figure of sensuality. He stood up and let the robe dropped to the floor revealing his naked form. Her eyes roved over him in fascination and he stood letting her study his body. She flushed but she didn't avert her gaze. Then she looked lower and her large eyes widened when they settled on him below.

Every inch of her was feminine delicacy and every inch of her was going to be touched and possessed by him tonight. Pushing the thin garment up over her head he bent and took one of her glorious peaks in his mouth and teased the tip with his tongue. She arched toward him and moaned. Like everything else about her, her breasts were perfect. He cupped the other and paid them equal attention until she was writhing with want. But it wasn't enough for him. He wanted her to beg and after he moved his attention lower, she did.

He pulled her thighs apart and settled between them while crushing her mouth under his. She responded to him like she was made specifically for his desires. He intended to take every opportunity to make love to her and teach her the pleasures that they could share. Slowly he moved into her while his mouth covered hers and his tongue thrust into her mouth in the same rhythm as he rocked inside her. Oh hell, she felt so good he almost forgotten himself. Then she started making those sexy noises with every deep stroke he did. Nothing could encourage a man more than a woman enjoying the act as much as he was and he moved with more force, but she never protested. Instead she dug her fingernails into the skin at his back and arched toward him.

Perspiration beaded both of their bodies as his movements became more urgent and demanding. The mewling noise she was making at the back of her throat was driving him wild. His wife. His beautiful wife. Groaning against her mouth he felt himself building for a climax and so was she by the lifting she was doing under him meeting his hips in time with intense noises she was making. "Tell me." He murmured against her lips as he continued to surge into her without breaking his rhythm. She gasped and opened her eyes to lock with his. "Tell me you love me." He repeated plunging deeper causing her to release a loud gasp of pleasure. "I"" she gasped as he thrust again, "Oh God, Arnav!" Again she said, ""I love you." She threw back her head and said his name as she reached her pleasure. He grabbed her hips and thrust hard and deep growling his own release, and thrust again holding himself there to feel the pulsing of himself releasing his seed deep in her. Then he collapsed on her breathing heavily into her shoulder. Soon enough, she too drifted off to sleep.

"Khushi" His deep drawling voice lifted her out of her slumber. Opening her eyes, she saw him immaculately dressed in a white cotton shirt and brown chinos sitting on the side of the bed. With a quick glance at the clock she realized she'd slept until almost noon. He had completely worn her out and his arrogant grin lent her the idea that he knew that. All that she could manage was an extreme blush.

A slow smile spread across his handsome face at her reaction to him and he produced a velvet box for her. Seeing his wife act with such wantonness at his touch only expanded his ego. He was impressed at his own abilities as a lover to know that he was able to please her. However, she had also pleased him and while she slept he made a trip to the jewellers to find her something to show his appreciation. Although, she was so beautiful, she really didn't need to make the effort and he still would have been aroused with uncontrollable lust to possess her. Khushi's eyes widened at the gift. "What is this?" "For you." He smiled. She couldn't help but feel some elation. Except for her wedding ring and the waist-chain, he'd never bought her jewellery before. A sharp intake of breath escaped her lips as he opened the box and produced a beautiful delicate dainty diamond necklace. He removed the necklace and told her to pull back her hair so he could clasp it around her neck. "It's perfect for you."

She suppressed a shiver of pleasure as his fingers brushed her nape. Then studying her reflection in the tiny mirror, she knew he was right. It wasn't elaborate and gaudy; it was delicate and dainty like her. It suited her well. In fact it was so perfect for her it was almost frightening that he understood her so well. "Tonight, when you come to bed, wear nothing, but it." He whispered in her ears as his hands slid up her ribcage and cupped the soft swell of breasts while trailing his mouth down her neck. His eyes watched her expression in the mirror and he felt absurdly confident in the affect he had on her. She tilted her lovely head back against him, closed her eyes and parted her lush full lips. Then abruptly he released her. A moment longer and he would have her flat on her back in bed again. He knew that she would let him do anything to her from her reaction and that turned him on more than he expected.

"Get dressed. We're going sightseeing" he said to her. "But I do not have any clothes." she shot him an accusing look. He grinned from ear to ear. "You're clothes are in my suitcase" Khushi's jaw dropped. "Why would you do that?" She questioned him. "If I hadn't lied to you, you would never agree to wear this, and I wouldn't have got such a visual treat" He said, picking up the white piece of lingerie that had been strewn across the room in the urgency of love-making. She only blushed and went off to get ready. And just before she entered the bathroom, she turned to look at him. Every line, every part of him dripped with masculinity. Her eyes dropped to his mouth. That same mouth that touched every inch of her a few hours ago and led her to experience such pleasure that she could never fathom. Heat stirred low in her pelvis at the memories. Arnav noticed his eyes darken, and he knew what was on her mind. He quickly followed her to the bathroom to make love to her, once again, voraciously.