Series of FF's on Arnav & Khushi : updated pg 165 - Page 76

really very nice

sorry roshni ... i didn't pm anyone this time .. was just too lazy

but will remember to next time!!!

glad you liked it 😊

Originally posted by: roshnidiya

really very nice

i m speechless now

update soon

why didnt you pm last time

ok no problem do for the next1 pl

thats ok

ahhh. pls add me to ur pm list! tyy (:

Loved the update chicky...Very passionate ..plz don't end the story soon ..looking forward to your next update..

Here you go... this time I wrote faster, eh! Must be the effect of Arnav's return to intensity!!! Enjoy ...

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A prickly feeling that she was being stared at woke Khushi up from her deep satisfied slumber. Lying on her side, she opened her eyes slowly to look straight into a pair of dark chocolate coloured eyes, that were staring at her intently, a surprisingly mischievous gleam in them.

Khushi blushed furiously, wondering how long he had been watching her sleeping. Her blush deepened when she realized that they were completely entwined in each other with not a stitch of clothing on them! She eyed him hungrily, his bare tanned chest tapering down to his lean hips covered with the sheet ... She shut her eyes, as a wave of shyness swept through her. Thoughts of last night flooded through her and she felt a lightning shock that bolted through her body. The delicious things that he had done to her when they had finally made it to the bed; her own fevered responses to his touch had kept them awake most of the night.

'Morning', he whispered from very close to her, and her eyes flew open again, at his husky voice. She noted with some mortification, that he was looking very pleased with himself, as he watched her first check him out and then squirm trying to pull the covers up to her chin.

Arnav had been watching her for some time now, curled up on her side, her bare body warm against his own bare one. She had had one arm flung over his chest holding him, snugly. It was a weight he had been enjoying, till he had this urge to watch her, and had turned on to his side, waiting for her to wake up. She had looked even more beautiful when she was asleep, her peaceful face and a slight smile on her still passion-swollen lips. He felt himself stir, a part of him wanting to wake her up. It was the tender gush of love that seared through him, as he continued to take in her sleeping form that stopped him from doing so. It was just perfect to be waking up next to her ' he could easily get used to this. Heck, he was already used to this he chided himself, shifting uncomfortably, and wishing she would awaken.

'Don't,' he now leaned forward, stalling her hands that were trying to cover herself futilely. Raising himself a little, and ran his tongue up the side of her neck to the crook of her ear. Her breath hitched in her throat as she stifled a moan.

'Hum'' she began as thoughts of the time and getting back home, riddled her brain. They must be so worried, when she had not returned last night, and she had not even informed jiji, so caught up had she been with ' a blush stole over her again, as the vivid pictures replaced her concern.

Meanwhile his hands were sliding up her waist to cup her breasts and she couldn't hold back her moan. His breath blew hot over her ear, sending prickles down her arms. Muscled arms enfolded her.

Thoughts about working on his marriage and learning about his wife was giving Aranv's heart palpitations. He had got her where he wanted her, and he had all intentions of not leaving her this time. He would show her just how much he loved her '

The sharp ring of his mobile phone broke the moment, as he removed his arm from around her and reached over to the bedside table where it lay buzzing. Seizing the opportunity to escape Khushi pulled the covers about her, and started to get out of the bed on the other side. Like lightening, his other hand reached out and held her wrist stalling her flight.

He turned slightly towards her, amused to watch her struggle against his steely grip and try unsuccessfully to hold the sheet over her chest with her other hand.

'Yes, we are at the farmhouse, Di,' he was speaking on the phone now, explaining to Di how they got very late last night and the traffic jam, and had decided to stay at the farmhouse itself. His eyes never leaving his wife's blushing struggling that was only ensuring the sheet slipping periodically, much to her chagrin.

'Yes, we'll be home for lunch,' he concluded, casting a quick look at the clock on the bedstead. Yes, he thought, with a small smile, they did have enough time, before they had to reach for lunch, as he disconnected the phone, and turned towards the now still Khushi.

'Choddiye '', Khushi whispered, wanting to curl up and hide somewhere. This was an Arnav she was not used to. He was safer to be with when they were fighting or hurling insults, she thought. She had gotten used to always sparring with him. But this intensely male and passionate man, who was now her husband, was someone she knew she would discover and get used to slowly.

'I don't think you want me to.' He leaned forward breaking into her thoughts and lunging for her, pulled her closer. 'I think you liked that. Your eyes tell me you did.' He added roguishly, enjoying every minute of her discomfiture.

The tension he radiated made her senses bristle. Please let him kiss me again' Khushi eyes flew open wide, at the way her thoughts were going. 'Aap'' she started instead'

He didn't listen to any of her stammering. Pulling her aloft between his legs, her chest even with his eyes, he nestled his face in between her breasts. She put her hands on his shoulders and tried to shove him away.

His hands held fast to her hips, unyielding, the muscles in his forearms flexing. He tongued the cleavage between her full breasts and ran his open calloused hands up her ribs, catching her under the arms.

She moaned and flinging her head back. With a soft, knowing chuckle, Arnav proceeded to devour his sensuously agreeably wife, making the most of the time they finally had alone with each other, and no one to disturb them.

As intense and naughty as their recent lovemaking had been, he now took things much more slowly. He wanted her to know, by his actions how much he cherished her.

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Later when he did finally release her, Khushi watched him walk into the shower, comfortable under her scrutiny. Alone in the room, she heard him turn on the shower, once again going red as she remember them starting out under there only last night.

'You need to stop blushing and move that sexy '' She, shaken out of her daydream, turned to watch him walk out of the bathroom, wrapped in nothing but a towel, droplets of water, still shining on his bare torso. 'Unless you want me to call Di and tell her, we won't be in for lunch after all'' he laughed out loud as he saw her scurry out of the bed in a flurry of sheets that she tried to hold about her, as she ran into the bathroom.

Thankfully he had had the presence of mind to spread out her clothes on the shower curtain sometime the night before, or she would not have had anything to wear. Smiling and shaking her head at his neat organized behaviour, Khushi started getting dressed, a part of her loathe to leave this solitude.

wow...just amazing...love ur writing😊