June 2 2012
Arnav had only a smile for her declaration, as his eyes swept over the curve of her hips. His wife's sweet bottom--not quite covered by the tiny shorts--beckoned, and every part of him longed for her yielding softness. It would be only a moment's toil to brush aside that postage stamp of lace, urge her onto her knees, and take her from behind. He knew Khushi well enough to know that she was already ready to receive him. But, as much pleasure as there was in seizing her in an energetic romp, there was plenty of pleasure in making her surrender.
"You are absolutely right," he said, making his tone rich with contrition, "you endure my egotistical demands all day long; it's unfair of me to make you suffer from my selfishness at night as well."
She turned around and tossed him a look of suspicion. "So you admit that you are selfish?" she asked, arching her delicate eyebrow.
"Arnav Selfish Raizada," he said, introducing himself with a smile, extending his hand.
Khushi returned his smile and warily took his hand. They shook hands with perfect cordiality. They could be in a boardroom had they not both been standing in their underwear. He touched his ear and said, "I didn't catch your name, Mrs--?"
Arnav was confident Khushi would play along. And, she didn't disappoint him.
"It's Miss Gupta. I'm unmarried," she said with a sly sassy smile.
"Unmarried?" Ah, so this was the route the sexy wench was taking.
Khushi nodded, picked up the shirt he had tossed at her earlier, and slipped it on, hastily doing up three buttons. His shirt sadly shrouded her to her knees, but as she brushed past him, he received an eyeful of delicious cleavage. And, a nice flash of inner thigh was spied as she scrambled onto the bed, where she arranged herself like an untouchable princess.
"You seem surprised to learn that I'm unmarried, Mr. Selfish?" she asked.
"Call me Arnav," he offered and joined her at the edge of the bed. He reached out to take her arm--she resisted--but he insisted, and gently rolled up the shirt sleeves to reach above her elbow. "I am surprised. A beautiful girl like you? Unmarried? Hard to believe." He took her other arm and repeated the actions.
"I haven't yet met a man worthy of me," she said, unable to hide a toothy smile.
But Arnav managed with great control to remain very serious, and said, "you haven't met your equal?--now that does not surprise me." Here he pretended to fold back her collar, but merely adjusted it so he could ogle more of her. Khushi's bra lifted her full, heavy breasts so they swelled dangerously out of the lace cups.
Khushi looked at where his hands were on her neckline. He let a finger trail boldly down into her cleavage, where it remained.
Miss Gupta made no objection, in fact--her lips parted slightly.
"May I say that you have amazingly soft skin?" he ventured.
"I know," the proud princess replied.
"And, you have lovely--" his fingers slipped inside her bra, and gently touched her nipple "--buttons."
Khushi's small pink tongue flicked over her bottom lip. Arnav felt his body rise painfully against his undershorts.
"I don't think you should be saying such things to an unmarried woman," she cautioned, her voice breathless enough to show he was not suffering alone.
His fingers cupped over her breast and lifted it out of the lace holder, making her rosy tip available to his eye. Miss Gupta leaned back slightly to indicate she would not protest too strongly if he took further liberties. Mr. Selfish was not one to wait. He bathed the tip with his tongue. Upon hearing her soft sigh and her breath catch, he took it fully into his mouth, toying with it. Khushi's head rolled back--and he took that as a silent invitation to remove her shirt. Meeting her eyes, he asked, "do you mind if I do the same to the other--?"
"Button?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Ok," she sighed, but he had already proceeded. Her hand came to catch his head to her breast, and she gasped as he bit her softly. He continued to play, but when he reached to remove her bra, she stopped him. "You have to stop now," she stated, giving him a push.
"Are you sure you want to stop, Khushi--?" he protested.
"Miss Gupta," she corrected.
"Miss Gupta," he repeated, "are you sure you want to stop? There is another button left to explore..." he added, with a grin, and began to stroke her belly in ever-widening circles.
Khushi shook her head, her hands catching his adventurous hand. "No, I'm saving myself for my future husband."
He ignored her, and slipped his fingers under the waistband of her shorts. He found her centre--hot, wet and slippery. She gasped--from perhaps shock and pleasure both--and he took her mouth in a strong kiss, pressing her solidly onto the bed.
His wife was ready, but not yet ready to end the game. She broke the kiss and brought her knees together.
"Khushi--!" he groaned from frustration.
"Miss Gupta!" she reminded him.
"Give it up, Miss Gupta--you know you want to," he teased.
She shook her obstinate beautiful head. "I told you--I'm saving myself for my future husband."
He whispered intimately into her ear, "he'll never know. I'll be careful."
"Promise?" she asked so sweetly that he forgot they were playing.
"Promise!" he swore.
She softened her knees to indicate compliance.
Arnav slipped her shorts off before she put up another barrier. With one hand under her hips and the other hand parting her, he drew her closer to his waiting mouth. He pleasured her gently, teasing her lightly, and though she bucked her hips towards him asking for more intensity, he held back with strict self-control. He wanted the other prize--and he knew his overenthusiastic wife would be spent too soon if he continued these ministrations. Then she would hold back for another round of torture. His body would explode if it came to that. He gave her slightly more attention, but then stopped just as her sighs began to shift to soft moans.
"Should I continue, Miss Gupta?" he asked, sliding up her body, so his hardness was pressed furiously against her belly.
Her eyes called him every name in the book. But her mouth responded with, "maybe for a few more minutes..."
He lifted off her, just briefly enough to remove his undershorts. Her eyes followed his movements, and when his hands caressed her inner thighs to arrange her under him, she warned teasingly, "be careful! My future husband must never know."
"Shut up, Khushi!"
"Miss Gupta!"
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Miss Raizada woke up and then couldn't fall asleep again. A glance at her phone told her it was almost two in the morning. She climbed out of bed, re-tucking Little Khushi and the purple elephant snugly under the duvet. The child sighed in her sleep, and curled her plump arm around the stuffie. Anjali smiled recalling the time she had captured a photo of Little Khushi asleep and sent it to Yash. He had thanked her--and then demanded a photo of Anjali. She knew that he would probably appreciate another photo of his daughter. Her feeling heart told her that the inherent pressures of a night shift in the emergency surgical unit could perhaps be slightly offset by an image of his darling child--but, she could not send it to him.
These simple exchanges that had slipped under the boundaries of propriety before were now closed to them forever. Friendship was now out of the question--and strangers they could never be. In geographical terms, there's was a no-man's land. They could have no interesting conversation because that would lead to deeper acquaintance, but were still obliged to be genial.
The still air of the room weighed on her. She poured herself a glass of water from the jug on her bedside table and decided to step outside for some fresh air. Her eyes checked that Khushi was comfortable and in deep sleep, and she turned towards the door--when her phone flashed alerting her of a text message. Her heart buoyed briefly--was it from Yash?!--until she remembered that she had asked Akaash to send a message when the family reached Delhi. She grabbed her phone blindly, dropping it in into her dressing gown pocket, and stepped outside.
It was pleasantly cool. The air carried a soft breeze and she settled into a deck chair to sip her water. Her phone beeped again, and she fished it out of her pocket.
It was from Yash. It was his second unread message. The first was the one that had come two minutes earlier.
It read: Call if you are awake.
The second read: Please.
Anjali didn't stop to ponder her course of action.
She pressed the button to dial his number.
He answered the phone with the following word: 'Anjali'.
"Are you ok?" she asked, alarmed by the urgency in his voice.
"I am now."
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