Final AR oneshot: The Wedding Night

Mrs. Riddhima Armaan Malik, sat in their bedroom, on the first night of their marriage. She nervously sat there, fiddling with the end of her dupatta. The room was decorated with candles all over that illuminated the room. Flowers were tossed all across the floor and the king size bed. Riddhima nervously looked up at the sound of the door closing with a snap.

Armaan slowly walked up to the bed, never taking his eyes off of Riddhima. His grey eyes were deep and smouldering as they moved over her petite yet curvaceous body. Riddhima started to tremble even though he made no move towards her.

"Hey" Armaan said huskily.

At this point Riddhima didn't say anything as she was too nervous. Armaan sat on the bed and slowly removed Riddhima's gunghat. Tilting her chin up with his fingers so that she had no choice but to look at him, he asked, "Why are you so nervous. I assure you that I have good intentions. I won't bite ' at least not very hard." He smirked a very sexy smirk and small fires leaped in his eyes as he added in a throaty murmur, "and not where it will show."

Bright pink stained Riddhima's cheeks as she shyly said "Armaan."

He moved closer and the blood raced to her head, leaving her toes and fingers icy cold. She took a deep breath but inhaling his clean male scent was anything but calming. When his warm hand cupped her cheek, the thumb idly tracing the curve of her jaw, Riddhima's teeth caught the edge of her lower lip.

His other hand slid lower, forcing her body against his. A warmth spread through her as he blew softly in her ear. Riddhima shuddered involuntarily and her arms tightened around him automatically. "Armaan, what are you doing?" she whispered as she felt his lips on her neck.

"Shhh........... do you have any idea, how beautiful you are" he said, instead of answering her question. He smiled, tracing her lips with a finger. Riddhima slowly shook her head not once looking away from him.

"First, there's your hair." He gently took out the pins and gathered the mass that fell in one hand and let the silky strands slip through his fingers. "It feels like silk'even if they tend to get wild sometimes." She blushed and he touched her cheek with a gentle forefinger. "You skin is flawless and it feels like velvet to touch."

"Armaan, I'"

"Shh. I have just begun." He smoothed her eyebrows. "These are delicate feathers, and your eyes'" She couldn't look at him and her thick lashes dropped against her cheeks but he was relentless.

"Look at me, Riddhima." When she was unable to, he laughed and kissed the tip of her nose. "Alright, then I'll tell you about your mouth." His lips touched hers gently and they trembled under the light caress. "Your mouth is an invitation that I could never resist," he murmured.

His arms enfolded her, drawing her slight body close to his hard form. Riddhima found herself drowning in his blandishments and deadly magnetism. He already had her all hot and bothered using just his eyes and voice. But that wasn't enough for Armaan. His mouth covered hers, parting her lips with urgency. She clung to him helplessly, allowing him to plunder the sweetness within.

He gently removed her jewellery one by one placing a kiss in its place. His lips caressed her throat, trailing a path of fire down its creamy length. Her fingers tangled in his dark hair and she arched her body against his. Riddhima ached with a longing she could no longer deny. She clung to him, burying her face in his neck as he laid her on her back.

As the soft bed enveloped her, she tensed momentarily in alarm but he lay down beside her and cradled her to him. His mouth covered hers reassuringly while his hands caressed her slowly, burning a path through the silky fabric of her lengha. When his tongue traced the curve of her closed lips, she parted them, allowing the entry he so sensuously demanded.

A consuming passion possessed her and the feel of the strings being untied on her choli didn't even penetrate her consciousness. When Armaan peeled the fragile garment off of her, Riddhima longed for closer contact so she removed the sherwani covering his muscular form and pressed her softness against his hard chest, delighting the feel of his firm muscles under her fingertips. She purred and ran her hands over his torso, enjoying the feeling of his larger body on top of her petite one.

He held her close, kissing her eyelids, her cheek, the vulnerable spot behind her ear. His teeth gently nibbled her earlobe and she quivered with delight. He placed her against the pillows and looked at her with glowing eyes. His hands spread out over her body, the long fingers trailing her slight form. Riddhima paused, her eyes on Armaan and a lump rose in her throat. He looked so handsome and remote. The moon was shining on his glistening back and she could see the pattern of muscles under the smooth skin.

Armaan's eyes were also on Riddhima. His glance was almost physical as it roamed over her body and Riddhima felt her pulses quicken.

"Every part of you is beautiful and I want to know every delicious inch." His eyes devoured her and Riddhima's lashes fell before the flames in their dark depths.

Armaan's mouth claimed hers passionately and with a soft sigh, she wound her arms around his neck, parting her lips as the kiss deepened.

It wasn't long before each helped the other out of the rest of their clothes. Armaan burned with want for his wife. She closed her eyes, and her cheeks pinked, at the fact they were both unclothed. She tried to reach for the bed coverings, but he would not let her cover them. For it would serve no purpose.

That night they made love, in a epic battle of her will against his will. She spread her legs without further ado. He probed, she scratched, he rolled to his back, and she rolled to hers, hard muscle over soft flesh, hips and legs entwined and pressed together. She met him thrust to thrust and made small noises with each of his slow, deliberate, long strokes. Her arms tightened around him and she threw her head back on the pillow and finally they came together.

Once they had calmed down from their love making, Armaan moved his lips over her mouth and said, "Well, my dear wife, what did you think?"

"Hmmm... I think I'd like to try this a few more times before giving you an informed opinion" she teased.

Armaan laughed before pulling her willing body to him for another round of love making.