ArHiFF:A Heartening Journey Pt20 Pg147 PM's Later - Page 44

Arnav lifted her in his arms and walked inside. He deposited her on the bed and switched on the lights, but dimmed them, so they cast a soft glow around the room.

He had to see her.

Arnav turned and gazed at the seductive form that sat in the center of the bed.

Khushi's hair rippled down her back, a few strands lingering on her cheeks. Her eyes were darkened to a deeper brown as a result of their passionate encounter, the pupils dilated. Those enticing lips of hers were trembling slightly as they took in shuddering breaths.

Her chest heaved, the hard points of her nipples straining against the blouse. Elegant, slender fingers clenched and unclenched; nervousness mirroring in those stunning eyes of hers.

From under her skirt, her toes played peekaboo, appearing and then disappearing.

He walked toward the bed, taking in with pride how her breathing accelerated, her fingers tightened and her toes dug into the mattress. Arnav brushed her hair away from her face, prompting her shuttered eyes to fly open.

Then again, without warning, he crushed her lips with his own. But from the passionate response his wife gave, by wrapping her arms around his neck, she apparently didn't mind.

He swiped his tongue across her lower lip, demanding entry, which she permitted by opening her mouth and allowing his tongue inside. They both dueled eagerly, their bold strokes and touches fuelling each other's desires further.

Arnav groaned and lifted himself off the bed, chuckling once again when she whimpered her disapproval. "My clothes need to come off baby" he told her hoarsely, smiling once again as her ears reddened with chagrin.

He unbuttoned his waist coat with lightning fast speed, his shirt and tie coming off in the same hurried manner.

He growled as he noticed Khushi staring at him with innocent desire echoing in her eyes, "if you keep looking at me like that Khushi, this is going to end a bit too soon." He gritted out, his voice sounding like ground glass.

She averted her eyes, her fingers clenching once again.

Leaving his trousers on, he raised his hand to her. "Your turn Khushi" he told her. His wife's eyes flashed worriedly for a second before she slipped her fingers into his.

Arnav pulled her flush against him; her soft bust colliding with his muscled chest. He laid a soft kiss on her jaw and turned her around; her back now to his front.

In one fluid motion, he shifted the silky curtain of her hair to her right shoulder, exposing her nearly naked back to his burning gaze.

Dj vu ran through both of them as their minds wandered to earlier in the day. He lifted his hands once again to the dori that ran from one blade to another, keeping the blouse together. Her back tensed as her breathing quickened once again.

He opened the knot and slid the solitary hook out of its thread; her entire back, other than the exception of a flimsy black lace bra, was bared to his heated gaze.

Arnav slid his hands across her tiny waist, settling them on her warm tummy as he feathered the side of her neck with open mouthed kisses. Removing his hands from her midriff, he unclasped the necklace slowly and kept it softly beside the bed.

He continued to kiss her neck, following the line of her graceful jaw, halting when he neared her ear. With deft fingers he loosened her earrings one by one, once again laying them beside the necklace on the night table.

Planting a wet kiss on the nape of her neck, Arnav turned Khushi around.

Her eyes were wide open, the innocent desire glowing once again in her now-brown orbs. His mind roared with possessiveness as he drunk the sight of her in.

She was and would remain his.

No one else's.

Tracing her jaw once again, he unclasped her nose ring gently and released the chain from her hair, throwing the pin on the floor.

Once again, he pulled her against him. This time however, her lace covered nipples pushed into his bare chest, their arousal now without question.

Her small hands settled onto his burning front, tracing his sleek muscles. Her fingers traced every contour, her eyes drinking him in.

Arnav held her wrist in his strong hands and stopped her inexperienced exploration, halting her fingers at the discs of his nipples.

His hands left her wrist and slithered down to her waist, his fingers working stealthily on the ties that held her lehenga together. In a mere second, it fell to the floor with a soft sound, leaving her in nothing but a flimsy, black bra and matching panties.

Without warning, Arnav lifted her in his arms and laid her atop the bed once again. Drawing back slightly, he retracted a few steps to look upon his wife.

Khushi's dark hair fanned out on his pillows, creating a halo around her head. Her dark eyes mirrored his own desire, her lips parted as she took deep breaths in order to steady herself.

Her elegant neck was corded in tension; slender shoulder blades rising against her pale skin. The delicate material covering her breasts did nothing to hide their heaviness, nor the pointed thrust of her nipples. They played peekaboo with her bra, visible but not so.

The flat plane of her stomach was taut as well, owing to the tension. Arnav's gaze slid lower to the diaphanous fabric covering her femininity.

He didn't linger there for long, afraid that his animalistic instincts would take over and he'd finish this too soon, too fast.

His hot stare trailed over her milky thighs and shapely calves, his burning gaze prompting an embarrassed shuffling of her long legs. He smiled seeing his wife's innocence, his caveman instincts taking over once again as he rose and hastily tugged at his belt. Pulling the button open, his trousers fell to the floor.

Khushi's eyes rested for a moment on his underwear, before snapping back to his face. He saw curiosity, but it was tinted with worry.

Arnav softened as he leaned over her and cradled her face, "I'll try to not hurt you, okay?" he promised her, swiping his thumb across her plump lower lip. She nodded, her lips stretching into her signature smile under his thumb.

He relaxed seeing her reaction and withdrew his fingers, only to replace them with his mouth. Their dance started once again as lips molded over each other insistently, moving to a rhythm now familiar to both. He thrust his tongue inside her lips, this time without any permission and tasted the interior of her mouth.

Arnav groaned at the spicy-sweet flavor of her mouth, his tongue entwining and sparring with hers. He trailed his fingers down the side of her neck, lingering at the uneven beat of her pulse. Tonguing the same path with his tongue, he drew her net covered nipples into the moist heat of his mouth, growling as her back arched and she let out a moan.

He repeated his actions on her other breast as well, his fingers going behind her to unfasten her bra. The material gave away instantly, baring her magnificent breasts to his heated gaze.

Seeing the unmasked desire in his eyes, inhibition rose over Khushi as her arms lifted to cover her naked breasts. He captured her wrists and pinned them beside her head, "Don't hide yourself Khushi…you're beautiful". Her heart sang at his words, her lips breaking into another smile.

Her husband inched downward and took one straining peak in his mouth, laving it with his tongue. She arched once again at the sheer pleasure of his action, a moan leaving her as he repeated his ministrations on her other nipple.

She felt that familiar wetness growing between her legs, the sticky liquid dampening her thighs. Her legs moved impatiently in sync with her fingers. She let out another one of those impatient whimpers, her fingers clutching at his shoulders.

Khushi felt her husband smirk as he moved his mouth from her breasts, ignoring her feeble protests. He tongued a burning path from the valley of her breasts and over her smooth tummy, dropping a wet, open mouthed kiss on her navel.

She moaned louder this time, her back arching as she dug her nails into his biceps.

Arnav growled at the image in front of him; Khushi, her breasts bare, her now-red nipples wet due to his leisurely attentions.

Her back arching delicately as she let out a loose moan.

She was the hottest thing he'd ever seen. And she was all his.

He trailed his hands over her navel, recognizing it to be a massive erogenous zone as she jerked once again. His fingers lingered on the edge of her lacy underwear, his eyes straying to her face.

Her cheeks were flushed, her bee stung lips swollen from his kisses. Those exquisite eyes of hers were clenched tightly, the fingers gripping onto his arms echoing the same motion.

Hooking his fingers into the band of her panties; he drew them down her shapely legs.

Arnav threw away the flimsy piece of cloth, not bothering where it went. He looked down at his wife once again before he grasped her tightly clenched thighs and pried them apart.

Khushi's eyes were shut and her heart beat against her ribs so strongly that she was afraid they might crack.

Hell, she'd probably cracked a few already.

So when her husband's hands gently eased her thighs apart and touched her most sensitive spot, she was sure that the remaining ribs had been broken as well.

It was the last coherent thought that had passed her mind.

Arnav's hands weaved magic on her core, as he hovered tantalizingly over her sex; butterfly touches here and there, but not giving her that something her body desperately craved for.

Wild, shocked cries burst from her throat as one long finger entered her, prompting a miasma of feelings. Her hands fisted in the sheets beside her, incoherent pleas escaping her mouth.

Arnav's superficial control almost snapped as he gazed upon his wife; her head thrashing, fingers bunching into the sheets.

Had he ever met a more responsive woman?

She was an innocent, but her body responded with a passion that left him breathless. He joined another two fingers inside her, stretching her, preparing for him.

He was a large man and he wanted to make her first time as pleasurable as it could be.

Judging from her reactions, that wouldn't be relatively hard.

He growled as he withdrew his digits from her silken core, his fingers sticky with the evidence of her arousal. Discarding his underwear with one hand, he leaned over her and took her lips once again in a powerful kiss.

Whilst he kissed her senseless, his other hand wandered down her body, his fingers once again sliding into her throbbing, heated center. She moaned into his mouth, her fingers delving into his hair. He rocked his fingers into her, his thumb feathering slight touches onto the hidden bundle of nerves.

Khushi whimpered more insistently into his mouth, her fingers pulling harshly on his hair.

"Arnav, I want…" she cried, her nails scoring his back.

As soon as he felt her approaching the peak, he removed his fingers from her sex. He wanted to be joined to her in the most intimate kiss possible when she climaxed.

He drew back slightly and lifted her hand to his, kissing it softly he repeated his earlier words, "I'll try to not hurt you, okay?"

Once again, she nodded and smiled. But this time, she rose up and pecked her husband lightly on his lips, "I trust you" Khushi told him.

Arnav swallowed as he looked upon the woman in front of him, she was…amazing. Wrapping her hair around his fist, he gently eased her back on the bed, covering her body with his own.

Khushi looked straight into the molten eyes of her husband. He was a good man, with a good heart. She understood and believed that fact with her entire being.

So when Arnav lowered himself onto her, she felt immense happiness at the fact that she was sharing this moment with him. It was surprising how in a matter of two weeks this man had become as essential as oxygen.

But again, who would not fall for him-

Khushi's heart stopped. Had she really? She swallowed and smiled painfully, of course she had fallen in love with him. It was impossible not to.

Above her, her husband stopped, worry etched into his brown eyes. "Khushi? You okay? Kya maine-"

She kissed him for the second time, silencing his fears. "Kuch nahi hua, I'm fine" she assured him, laying a soft hand on his cheek.

He nodded and clenched his fists beside her; in another second, she felt something push against her entrance. Her body tensed up, "Khushi, relax" her husband gritted out. This time, she nodded and willed her body to unwind.

Arnav set his jaw as he pushed into her inch by torturous inch. God, she was so tight! He growled at the feel of her velvety muscles clenching his shaft.

Beneath him, Khushi's breathing quickened and came out in short gasps, her nails scoring his back. Willing himself to still for a second, Arnav drew in a deep breath and thrust forward with a calculated stroke, breaking through the evidence of her virginity.

She hissed at the abrupt pain that jolted her back from the immense pleasure she had been feeling. Her small hands clutched at his shoulders, tears rising behind her closed eyelids.

"Sssh, Khushi, it won't hurt now." Her husband consoled her, raising her face as he took her lips in a gentle kiss. "You trust me right?" he asked her, smiling as she nodded.

"Good, then let me make it wonderful for you."

Arnav looked down at his wife, protectiveness and possessiveness enveloping his entire body. He wanted to make sure that nothing would hurt her, and would make sure that she belonged to him only.

He pushed himself inside her a bit more, groaning loudly when she looked at him straight in the eyes and wound her legs around his hips.

Her movement pulled him deeper within her and he heard her moan loudly; the sound successfully snapping his "slow" technique.

Arnav's thrusts started out patiently, but within five seconds, his penetrations turned piston fast as Khushi's moans and whimpers spurred him on. His strokes were calculated as he pushed inside his wife's tight and youthful body.

Her moans transpired into full blown screams as he once again accelerated both the speed and power of his thrusts. Her hips matched his rhythm, supporting him, connected to him the whole way.

If Khushi thought that she had felt pleasure before this, she had been terribly mistaken. Nothing, nothing had prepared her for the sheer force of her husband's passion. Her body rose to meet him thrust for thrust and each stroke brought her closer to a place she wanted desperately to reach, but knew nothing about.

She whimpered as she interlocked her husband's hands with hers; his fingers sticky from the evidence of her desire.

Within seconds, the tight ball that had been encompassing in her abdomen shattered. She screamed the only word she knew, the only word she could think of. "Arnav!"

Her husband's name poured out of her mouth as she chanted his name like a mantra. She jerked fiercely as pleasure like she had never known shook each and every cell in her body. Her fingers clenched around his, her head digging deeper into the pillow as she fought for control.

Arnav snarled as he saw his wife lose all control, her body shuddering powerfully, her head whipping from side to side. The muscles of her silken core gripped his shaft tightly, her velvety heat surrounding him. He threw his head back at her tight feel, his neck corded with tension; the tendons standing out starkly against his bronzed skin. Immense pleasure shrouded his body as a pressure built at the base of his sex.

He came with a ruptured shout, his voice shattering on his wife's name "Khushi" he gritted out, his own fingers clenching her hand tightly as he shot out in deep spurts within her.

Violent aftershocks shook both their bodies as they lay in each other's arms; utterly satisfied and spent.

Khushi stroked Arnav's stubble with shaking hands, her body still quivering from the strength of her release. She laid a kiss on his rugged jaw, "thank you…that was beautiful."

With a tired smile, she dug her head deeper into the pillow, her entire frame collapsing into sleep almost immediately as her head touched the downy surface.

Arnav watched as his wife slept peacefully beside him; her chest rising and falling with the deep breaths she took.

He closed his eyes and leaned his head back on the headboard, attempting to bring his own breath under control.

My first time writing a full fledged Mature scene. 😳 Hope it was worth the wait. Comments are ALWAYS welcome as they make me feel nice that you guys enjoy my writing.

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