Chapter 45
"Chaho toh woh bhi mat pehno," he rubbed it in.
"Aap '. Aap Ko kya ho gaya hai?" Khushi could not believe Arnav had it him to tease her so much. She did not know this side existed and she was damned if she was not going to enjoy herself. This week looked like was an aberration, from the norm and so she decided she was going to take a page from his book and shed whatever inhibitions she had in front of her husband and bask in the warmth of his affection and whatever else he was willing to shower on her.
She thought about changing right way but then shied from it till he prodded with, "Kyon darr gayee?"
Deciding to be a brazen hussy that her husband anyway thought her to be, she found the dupatta had already been shed some time back, so she put her hands behind and went up to the zipper and slowly tugged it down after putting aside the two little pieces of nothingness that were clothes according to him on a nearby table.
She let one shoulder slide down her arm revealing a bra strap of her practical garment. Nothing about the white strap though thin was there to make Arnav aroused, but he did. the creamy shoulder the bow of her collar bone, delicately moving as she had shrugged the garment off her shoulder had his temperature rising. He stood there transfixed wondering how did his wife know how to arouse him without even touching him. His hands itched to pull her in his arms but he controlled it and put his hands in his pockets, taking a nonchalant stance he was far from feeling.
Khushi then let the other shoulder of the dress slide and reveal her front. She stood there trying not to put her hands up to cover herself up but the look in his eyes stopped her. His toffee brown eyes had turned darker, if that was possible, molten chocolate that were inflamed to burn her from head to toe with just one look. She paused and took a steadying breath as desire coursed through her like a flash of lightning and her feet were beyond supporting her. But she stood. She was going to see this through she thought.
She was going to be beautiful and bold for her husband and give him whatever he desired, well she desired the same thing so it was time to shed everything and show him herself, warts and all.
Her modest bra in white was nothing the novelist talked about in their passionate tales and she scowled when he looked at her hungrily. But determined to go ahead, she pushed the kameez down her leg and stepped out towards him, a step at a time she thought.
Then she loosened the string on her salwar and wriggled to let it slide down her legs and was about to step out of them when she heard, "Stop! Doing that."
Stunned at the vehemence in the voice, she stopped her foot midair and looked up into his eyes, only to see his desire washed over his face, his eyes devouring her with his eyes and he muttered, "I only meant the wriggling. You are driving me crazy. But carry on." The last came out in a whisper barely loud enough for her to hear.
She took another step towards him and then put a hand behind her to unhook the bra. But cowardice assailed her and she turned around and let go of the bra only to bend and pick up the bikini top.
"Oh! Hell!" was what she heard before she felt him behind her.
"Do you even know what you are doing, meri rani?" Arnav asked hoarsely as he ran his finger up her spine up to her hair and then opened them to create a curtain on her back and straighten her.
He then flicked half over one shoulder and the other half over the other shoulder, clearing the path for him.
He murmured, "I love you back, smooth, with your perfectly sculptured scapula, inviting me to trace them," and he traced the edge of the bones first one and then other and then went down each vertebrae and followed each movement with a kiss.
He the led her to the couch and asked her to stand on it. She questioned with her eyes, unable to say anything but complied.
Once, up there he traced the back with his lips down to her hips where the final garment covering her modesty was waiting to be removed. He skirted around the edge of the elastic of the underwear and bit her near the curve of her hip.
She squirmed at that light but definite nick and he splayed his hand on her stomach to not let her move. Then he pulled the edge of the panty with his teeth and pulled it down. He then planted a kiss at the exposed top of her thigh that was covered by the band of panty. And she wiggled.
"Stop wiggling." Arnav admonished against her skin throatily.
She just giggled in response.
"Achcha toh all this is funny to you?" Arnav challenged. He stood up and moved a step backwards.
"Ummm '. ha ha' ahhh!" was all Khushi was capable of. In answer, he bent her backwards, supporting her neck with his shoulder and hands on her waist, the unhitched panty left midway from being brought down and Arnav kissed her on her lips. She was still smiling as he kissed her and gave into the passion he drove her to. Picking her as her moved a bit to the right and putting one arm under her thighs, he turned and sat on the couch with her on his lap.
She suddenly covered her front crossing her arms in reflex action as she did not even break the kiss. He lifted his head slowly lips still lingering over her and sighed against her lips, "Mujhe dekhna hai tumhein." His eyes burning like hot coals over her face. He then lifted her arm one after the other from her chest only to discover the curtain of her hair, covering her.
Groaning his frustration, he let his fingers brush the hair painstakingly slowly aside to let his eyes feast on her perfectly rounded breasts, the nubs tight and waiting for him.
Muttering a curse, he lifted her a little higher against the armrest and let his mouth settle on breasts and smiled over it when she assisted him by arching her back. His hot mouth covered her breast in an open kiss as his tongue laved her nippled and stroked it to even tighter peak responding to his ministration like a putty.
Khushi could not stop the moans that escaped her throat as he nipped her bud and grazed his teeth against it. A lightning went through her from her nipple to the center of her being, desire pooling between her legs in a whoosh. She could not stop herself from having her hands hold on his head and agitatedly running her hands in hair as her desire became uncontrollable.
He then moved from underneath her and shifted her totally on the sofa and himself over her as he kissed her from one breast to other and then to her navel circling that small dent and dipping in it to stoke the fire he had started somewhere deep inside her. His hand went up to her face and moved aside the hair clinging on to her now shimmer face that had some sweat beading on her. He laid on her for a minute looking into her eyes and said, "No, not here, at least not the first time. I want it to be perfect."
And with that he got up and took her to the bedroom.
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