Fairytales

“Hmmm, Khushi, that was fantastic.” Arnav said licking his fingers clean.

“I’m glad you liked it so much.” Khushi couldn’t control her smile from stretching ear-to-ear. She loved when her husband was satisfied.

“Seriously Khushi. Thanks for bringing me dinner all the way over here.”

“Arnavji, do you forget? I’m your wife. If I don’t take care of you who will? You’ve been working so much at the office lately. And I know how you get. You end up putting your health on the back-burner. I can’t let you do that, I love you too much.” She got up feeling a little irritated at his carelessness, but couldn’t resist placing a kiss on his cheek before repacking the empty containers they’d just eaten from. “Ready to go home?”

Arnav was lost for a moment admiring his beautiful wife. She was everything he never even knew he needed. Now there was water, food, shelter, and along with all those essentials in life was his Khushi. She filled all the gaps and spaces in his soul and made him feel so much when he once thought he wasn’t capable of feeling anything at all. Even the innocent smooch she’d just placed on his cheek had taken him by surprise and given him a little thrill. Every one of her glances and touches always had this unexplainable effect on him. Standing up from his chair, he came around his desk and halted her packing, clasping her hand in his.

“Arnavji?” She turned around, looked at their entwined hands then up at his handsome face.

“Khushi, I need….” he trailed off searching her eyes, letting his gaze drop to her lips for a moment, and then back up. “Come with me.” He said leading her out of his office.

He led her downstairs, through the main floor of cubicles to stop at a door. He punched a code into the keypad on the wall, willing the door to open with a loud snick. It was really dark inside, and even though she knew she had nothing to worry about with him beside her, she couldn’t help but tighten her hold on his hand and clutch at his biceps with the other. “Arnavji? Where are you taking me?” she asked trying to keep the nervousness out of her voice.

“Khushi, you’ll see, just watch your step.” He replied carefully leading her down the stairs. When they reached the landing, he flicked the lights on, sending a fluorescent glow to spread through the room.

She had no idea where he was taking her, but she would’ve never imagined anything like this. A large, spacious, white room, shiny white tiles, and minimalist white furniture contrasted by racks upon racks of bright, colorful clothing, random fabrics and patterns flung in this direction or another. It was almost like a reflection of herself and Arnavji, a clash of austerity and vibrancy that somehow managed to blend together and be seamless.

“Khushi, I have an urgent deadline. I need to see how the new line looks in person, but the models won’t be available until Monday. I can’t wait that long. So if you could try on the dresses for me….”

“But Arnavji, you know I don’t wear clothes like that. They probably won’t suit me and then there’s the issue of how they fit.... I don’t even really know how to wear dresses properly…..” she was rambling and feeling flustered just thinking about putting on a show for her husband. She just didn’t have the nerve to do it.

He cupped her face in his hands. “Khushi, stop worrying so much. It would be a really big favor to me. Please.” He saw her mulling over it and decided to add some fuel to the fire. “Khushi, no one is here but us. No one will see you but me. And besides, I’ve already seen you in much less than one of these dresses….” he said lowering his tone suggestively, stroking his thumb across her trembling bottom lip. He let his hand drop and shrugged. “But if you can’t handle it, then ok.”

“I CAN too handle it!” Khushi retorted. Argh! He knew exactly what buttons to push and knew she would never back out from a challenge. After all she was Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada. “Where are the clothes?” She asked with a little more agitation in her tone than she wanted to let on. She would show him!

“They’re on a rack in that room over there, behind the curtain.” He couldn’t help but smirk triumphantly as she all but stomped off in the direction he had pointed.

She stared at herself in the mirror as she tugged at the hem of the dress, if you could call it that, willing it to be longer. Finally she gave up. “What will Arnavji think when he sees this revealing dress on me?” She was curious to see his reaction and finally stepped out of the fitting room. He’d been calmly sitting in a chair, sifting through files on his desk. She cleared her throat to get his attention. When he looked up, she thought she saw a flicker of something spark in his eyes before recovering and going into business mode.

“Turn around for me.” He said in a cool tone. After she’d obliged, all she got was a curt “Ok, good. Next.” and he went back to looking through his files. As she walked back to the dressing room she thought to herself “That’s it? That’s all he had to say? Maybe he’s more stressed with this deadline than I thought….” She went to try on the second dress. Again a revealing number, she stepped out tugging this way and that as he looked on expectantly. And once again all he gave her was a perfunctory “Ok, next”. She continued with the outfit changes, but by the fifth one she’d gotten irritated and twisted her hair up into a bun. “He’s acting like I wear dresses in front of him everyday. Do I look that bad that he’s not even saying anything? I would think he would give me some sort of reaction at least.” She looked at herself in the mirror, taking in the plunging neckline of the current dress she was wearing. “This dress must’ve been made with the intent of self air conditioning” she thought sarcastically before stepping out. This time he hesitated for a moment before giving his response.

“Ah…..ok very nice. Go on, I think that was the last one.” He said before watching her walk back to the dressing room.

“Ok, very nice?! The neckline is practically to my bellybutton! And all he could say was very nice?!?! Who does this Laad Governor think he is?!” She was muttering to herself as she furiously changed out of the dress when she spotted one more ensemble. She couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across her face as she formulated a plan. Bhuaji didn’t call her Sanaka Devi for nothing. “Arnavji…. there’s one more!” She called out to him, slipping it on.

He was holding it together pretty well until he saw her step out. His mouth had gone dry and his tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth, eyes threatening to pop out of his head. She was wearing lacy red lingerie and high heeled stilettos. It wasn’t part of the line so he knew she’d chosen to wear it on purpose and that just lit his fuse even more. “Khushi…..” he wasn’t sure what he wanted to say, too busy taking in the sight of her. His angel was being devilish, and he really liked the prospect.

“Is this ok too, Arnavji?” she asked in a sugary tone as she slowly approached him with her hands on her hips, a coy smile dancing in her eyes. He came around the desk to stand in front of her and began slowly reaching a hand up. She locked eyes with him, watching intently until he unclipped her bun, letting her hair unravel.

“Abb teekh hai.” (“Now it’s good.”) He replied matter-of-factly, immediately withdrawing his hand. This time she did actually stomp her foot before turning on her heel to walk away with a huff of frustration. He was about to let out a laugh when he had the breath sucked out of him. He’d forgotten the panties were high-cheek cut and the sight of her left him mesmerized. Before she could get away, he quickly grabbed her around the waist making the back of her body collide with his front. He slowly pressed himself further into her delectable little form, letting her know he wasn’t as unaffected as she thought. He leaned in close to her ear, letting his lips graze skin as he spoke in a low rasp “Itna gussa kyon Khushi? Why so mad?”

Mad…? She was ….mad? She couldn’t remember anything with his body hovering behind hers like this, his hands caressing and spanning across her stomach and hips. He was slowly pressing himself closer and closer into her behind when she gasped. Was that his…..?! She closed her eyes and absorbed the feeling of him. “I thought ….. I thought …. you didn’t….. you seemed like…” she couldn’t speak. Everything in her body was beginning to tremble in anticipation.

He bent his knees and then slowly rose, pressing into her behind as he slid up the crease between her cheeks. “And what does it seem like now, Khushi?” His voice had gone gruff as he nipped on her earlobe and traced the outer shell delicately with his tongue. When he softly blew on the dampened skin, she let out a sexy little moan from under her breath.

His fingers were lightly tracing around the elastic waistline of her panties before he dipped his thumb in slightly, pulled, and let it snap back, sending a jolt through her.  The rogue had the nerve to tease her! She defiantly whipped around and pointed a finger at him. “Itni assaani se aap ko maafi nahi mille gi!” (“You won’t be forgiven so easily!”).

“Maafi? Sorry for what?” he said trying to snake his arms around her waist again before she batted his hands away.

“You let me think it didn’t matter to you…. you…. I felt ….I thought you weren’t attracted to me……” she confessed vulnerably, staring at her fidgeting fingers. He brought her chin up to face him.

“Khushi, are you crazy? Do you see this?!” he said incredulously while pointing at the bulge in his pants. “Does this look like I’m not attracted to you?!?”

“That’s only because I’m standing in underwear!”

“Khushi, why do you think I was sitting behind the desk the whole time when you were changing dresses? I’ve had the hard-on since the second I saw your sexy little behind coming up the stairs, bringing me dinner. I didn’t think you would appreciate being ravaged in my office so to cool down I had to put some space between us. What better way than by getting work done? I did need to get previews of how the clothes looked on an actual body, so I thought I could have you spend some time trying them on while I refocused. As you can see it backfired on me…..” he admitted, holding her by her shoulders, lowering his head to be eye level with her.

Khushi was quietly listening to her husband, wanting to believe him. But now she was being niggled by the thought that he might see her as a bit of a prude who only got physical in the bedroom and nowhere else. She was his wife and wanted to please him.

“Khushi you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, inside and out. How could you ever think I wasn’t attracted to you or didn’t want you? I ALWAYS want you! I even tried to persuade you to do our wedding rasams (rituals) backwards so we could have our suhaag raat first!” He was adamantly trying to convince her. He’d never meant to hurt her feelings.

Khushi suppressed a giggle at his reminder. She kind of liked him pleading with her. It made her feel powerful, like she had the upper hand for once. He’d teased her an awful lot since their marriage. Lingering touches, caresses, and stolen kisses all through the day to keep her on edge assuring she’d be desperate for him by night when everyone was finally asleep. She feigned a hurt look. “Why did you think I wouldn’t appreciate making love in your office Arnavji?”

He was stunned. Out of all the things she could’ve said to him, he would’ve never guessed that to come out of her mouth. “Khushi I thought…I don’t know. I just…..you’re so sweet. I envision you on a bed of roses, not sprawled across a hard, unforgiving desk. You bruise so easily, I could never do that to you…..”

She walked around him to the so-called offending furniture and looked back at him while running a hand over the smooth surface. “It doesn’t seem that bad…” trailing off suggestively as she pushed her hands into it, testing its sturdiness.

“Khushi, what are you…..” he saw her leaning over the desk, assessing it and putting her pert behind in the air all for his viewing. “Shit...” he muttered to himself. “I think I need to sit down.” He was breaking out into a sweat watching Khushi and her antics. He really didn’t think he could handle it much longer without reacting.

Khushi took in her husband’s expression. He wasn’t looking too well. “Arnavji are you ok? Are you feeling dizzy? Did you take your meds?!” She was getting concerned.

“See what I mean? You’re so sweet and innocent Khushi. It’s not my diabetes! It’s you! You’re strutting around in lingerie and it’s making me light headed from all the blood rushing to my groin!” She looked surprised and flinched at his words. He immediately winced at getting loud. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you. It’s been a long day. I shouldn’t have made you try on all those clothes. And I never meant to make you feel bad. You know I love you very much, Khushi.” He cupped her face with one hand and stroked the apple of her cheek with his thumb.

“It’s ok Arnavji. I’ll just go and change so we can head home”. He was looking a little exhausted and she didn’t want to push him. She turned to walk away but halted after a few steps when she heard him mutter a curse. “Arnavji what happened?!” He had a huge beige-brown stain settling into the front of his crisp white shirt.

“When I went to reach for my briefcase I knocked my mug over and got coffee all over myself! Crap!” This was really the last thing he needed right now.

“Arnavji I’ll go get you another shirt!” She started her way to the backroom where she’d spotted a few on a rack.

He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off his shoulders but then realized he couldn’t remove it all the way. He let out a growl of frustration. He’d forgotten to roll his sleeves back down before trying to take it off. He tugged a few times but it was to no avail, he was definitely stuck. “Khushi!”

She spun around when he called for her and then froze. She was practically drooling at the sight her husband made. A perfectly sculpted, bronze chest, tan torso, and thickly corded arms bound by a snowy white shirt. His sinewy muscles flexed and rippled as he struggled to move about. His body was like a work of art, she could stare at him all day if he’d let her. Her own personal Adonis.

“Can you help me? My sleeves are caught.” He was so annoyed at being immobile. She hurried over to him, her heels clicking a sexy little staccato in her wake. If he wasn’t so irritated, he would’ve definitely enjoyed the show she was unknowingly putting on for him. Just another thing he loved about her. She might embarrass easily but always pushed everything aside when it was anything concerning him. He couldn’t help but close his eyes as she leaned over him now, her lace clad breasts in his face, her hair fanning across his chest and shoulders as she tried to help remove his shirt.

She could feel his breath blowing soft whispers onto her cleavage, his nose nudging her chest here and there as she moved. She was having a hard time keeping her wits straight while having him so close and so..…bare. She tried to control her rapid breathing as his hair deliciously tickled her neck. As she struggled to unroll his sleeves, she couldn’t help but inhale his scent. There were traces of cologne, coffee, sweet hazelnut, and Arnavji. She wanted to lap him up like a kitten would lap away at cream. She stopped trying to free his arms and leaned back to look at him. This magnificent man was her husband. The man she could share everything with, especially her desires. She felt a wave of determination wash through her as she decided to change course. “I don’t know Arnavji you’re pretty stuck in there. And I think I…. I kind of like seeing you like this.” She bit down on her bottom lip, trying to control her grin.

“Khushi don’t even think about it! Just help me get this off!” He struggled with jerky movements that entangled him even more as his hands and wrists flexed about.

She gained some courage knowing he was fully bound. She trailed a finger over the tie he’d abandoned hours ago that was now lying on his desk. She lifted it delicately and placed it around her neck before sitting in his lap. Ignoring the weary look he was shooting her way, she leaned in close to his ear and whispered “I’m not as innocent as you think, Arnavji…. “.

Arnav closed his eyes and counted silently to three. He needed to calm his raging hormones before he really did snap and just take her on the desk. “Khushi you’re driving me crazy! I need to get you home ASAP!”

“Why home Arnavji?” She saw a drop of coffee running from his clavicle down the middle of his pecs and licked it away before it could go any further. Coffee had never tasted so good.

Arnav shuddered. “Khushi!!!” He couldn’t keep the shrillness out of his voice. She must’ve been slowly trying to kill him.

“Arnavji!!” she exclaimed right back, mocking him.  

There was mischief in her eyes and it was lethal. He normally couldn’t resist Khushi to begin with, so how was he supposed to resist this new, sexy side of her? Who was he kidding? He couldn’t deny her anything. “Khushi are we really doing this here? Are you sure?” He kept his voice sincere, needing to make sure this is what she wanted.

She stopped her teasing for a moment and looked honestly at her husband before nodding her head slowly. They locked eyes, searching each others’ depths before he completely stopped struggling against his accidental-restraint. She gave him a huge smile when she registered his compliance and hugged him.

“Khushi can you free me now?”

“Arnavji I kind of like you tied up..…” she said as she quickly used his tie to further restrain his wrists.

“Really? Was that necessary?” he couldn’t believe she was doing this. And then he thought for a moment at how sweet payback was going to be.

“Arnavji, you rip my clothes off all the time, there’s no guarantee you won’t do the same to your own…” she gave him a wink to accompany the devilish smile appearing on her face.

Arnav sat back in surrender. “What are you going to do?”

“Let me think about it, in the meantime I’ll just get more comfortable.” She arose from his lap and proceeded to remove what little clothing she was wearing. Once she was done, she bent to remove a shoe when she heard him interject “Leave the heels on.” There was fire burning in his eyes and she definitely felt the heat simmering inside her.

She came to straddle him wearing nothing but those sexy stilettos, her mangalsutra, sindoor, and a naughty smile. The second she was settled, he captured her lips to kiss her senseless. If his mouth was the only way he could touch her, he intended to make full use. He nipped and tugged at her bottom lip until she opened up, granting his tongue access to glide against hers. It just wasn’t enough. He angled his head, diving deeper, eliciting a moan to rumble from her throat. He could feel her nimble fingers working their way over his scalp until they took hold and tugged at the strands of his hair, making him groan. He broke away from her mouth to kiss a path starting at her jaw, down her neck until he could dip his tongue into the hollow of her throat.

How is it that he could turn her on like this even with his hands tied behind him?! She leaned her head back, giving him more access, as she caressed her hands down his chest. When her thumbs stroked across his nipples, she felt him nip the pulse at the base of her throat. Her hands continued absorbing the feel of his body, down his torso, to pause at his belt buckle when she felt his mouth at her chest.

He kissed and licked a path around the swell of one of her breasts. He just couldn’t get enough of her, she tasted so good. He really wished his hands were free to touch and explore her gloriously creamy skin, hold onto what was his, but he wanted to indulge her. Besides, he’d always loved a challenge, and was determined to drive her wild just like this. He tenderly circled a nipple with his tongue before suckling it into his mouth. Hands or no hands, she was still his. That possessive thought made him release her nipple to place his open mouth just above her areola. He sucked the skin there against his teeth causing her blood to pool and trap beneath the surface. He placed a soothing lick on the spot before leaning back to look at his handy work. He couldn’t help but feel a surge of satisfaction at the maroon hue it was already taking on. He loved seeing his mark on her porcelain skin, especially in areas that were for his eyes only.

He was doing such delicious things with his mouth and when she looked at him, he was busy eyeing her chest. She took advantage of the moment and deftly unbuckled his pants, slipping a hand inside to cup his livelihood. She could feel the heat of him in the palm of her grasp and stroked.

He closed his eyes at the feel of her warm, soft fingers gripping him. When she’d stroked, he’d reflexively pressed himself more firmly into her hand. He felt her give him a tentative squeeze and he couldn’t resist reclaiming her mouth.

He was drugging her senses. She felt the urgency in his kiss and freed him from the confines  of his pants with equal fervor. She hooked her heels onto the legs of the chair and lifted herself up, about to guide him into her body.

“Khushi wait! Free my hands. I need to make sure you’re ready.” He exclaimed hastily.

“Arnavji, trust me. I’m very ready.” She was panting, teetering on the edge of her beckoning climax.

“Khushi, I don’t want to hurt you. My hands are tied and I can’t tell like this. I need to make sure!” He didn’t want her to feel anything but pleasure when he was inside her.

She quickly reached between their bodies and swiped a finger near her core to ebb his worry and prove him wrong. “See?!”

She was waggling her glistening finger in front of him. He didn’t know what had turned him on more. The fact that she’d touched herself in front of him, that her finger proved she was wet, her heady scent or her taste. He leaned forward to curl his tongue around her finger then sucked it into his mouth. 

She hooked her heels onto the legs of the chair again and lifted up, only to sink slowly back down onto him, this time with him inside her. She leaned her forehead against her husband’s for a moment, nothing but the sound of their heavy breathing filling the room. Neither of them moved, savoring the feel of each other. When she felt him place a kiss against her forehead she opened her eyes, steadied herself against his shoulders, and began to move.

Like a snake charmer, Khushi had him entranced in the rhythm she’d set, his body dancing and swaying to every tune of hers. Every rise and fall was majestic and hypnotizing. His body was a slave to hers, eagerly flexing up to join her downward thrusts, begging to be encased in her tightness. “Khushi…”

At the sound of her name huskily escaping her husband’s lips, she found herself rising and falling faster and faster. She clutched at his biceps feeling them strain with every movement, reminding her that he’d willingly given her control. Control of his body….control of his pleasure…..control of their pleasure. On the brink of those thoughts, she went over the edge, leaning forward to kiss him and moaning her release into his mouth.

He was a goner once she’d kissed him. Having her supple lips on his while her insides rhythmically clenched him, sent him over the precipice. He labored for breath as he felt her arms wrap around him, quickly freeing his hands. He immediately brought his arms around her, caressing up her back then holding her tightly, as he’d wanted to do this whole time. They held onto each other as they tried to regulate their breathing.

She reached behind herself to bring his arms in front of her. She lifted his hands and inspected his wrists before placing a kiss on each one and then gently massaged them. “Arnavji, I’m sorry if….”

He placed a finger over her mouth, promptly silencing whatever silly thing she was about to say. “Khushi I love you. I can’t believe we just did that. I knew you would always keep me on my toes.” He leaned forward to place another kiss on her luscious pout and stroked his hands over her thighs, feeling goosebumps arise.  Grabbing his crumpled shirt from behind him, he shook it out to place it over her shoulders, slipping her delicate arms through the sleeves and buttoning the middle few buttons. 

Did he know she’d been feeling chilly? She placed a lingering kiss on his cheek as he straightened the collar. “I love you too Arnavji. Ready to go?”

He traced a finger over her cheek. “Sweetheart, I could sit here all day and night with you like this.” He then caressed his hands over the goosebumps on her forearms. “But you’re getting cold, so we should probably go.”

She arose from his lap and leaned against the desk to button the rest of the shirt as he got up and refastened his pants. When she stood up straight and went to take a step, her shoe slipped off her foot. Before she could bend to pick it up, he was kneeling in front of her on one knee, holding the shoe out for her.

“Come on Cinderella, let me take you home.” He placed her foot in the shoe before standing up and sweeping her up into his arms.

She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and admired her husband’s handsome profile as he effortlessly carried her. “Arnavji….humme patha tha…..” (“Arnavji….I knew….”).

“Kya?” (“What?”)

“Ke aap humaray Raj Kumar hai.” (“That you’re my prince charming.”)

Who's the Boss?

Khushi woke up to the sunlight painting the insides of her eyelids a pale orange. When she finally managed to open her eyes, she glanced over and saw that her husband was still sleeping. She fully turned onto her side to face him, hugging the sheet to herself, as she smiled. He was so boyishly cute when he slept, especially with his face smushed against the pillow like that.  All his hard edges now softened in slumber. That haphazard lock of hair falling over his forehead always drew her fingers in and she gently brushed it back to get a better look at him. Even his perfectly arched eyebrows were now more linear in his relaxed state. Her fingertip traced over his cheek, ever so lightly, feeling the stubble there. It was a smidge longer than he usually kept it, only adding to his dark-angel appeal. She let her finger drop, not wanting to wake him, but couldn't help her gaze from falling onto his lips. And then her smile widened. Just like a little boy, he slept with his mouth slightly open, especially when he was really tired. His lips took on a pink tinge that contrasted starkly with his dark facial hair. She could hear the gentle cadence of his even breaths and let it soothe over her as she sighed contentedly while continuing her visual exploration.

The sheet was entangled over his lap, not covering much else of his body, to her delight. Night clothes seemed to be a non-issue these days, except for the mornings when the first thing she did was retrieve them from the floor where they were usually strewn about. That realization made her blush. Her eyes then began traversing over his broad shoulders, the place where she often laid her head. She took in the expanse of his chest and went down the line separating his pecs, where she often placed a hand to feel his heartbeat. She visually outlined the definition of each abdominal muscle in his six-pack and recalled the way it would ripple and move when he laughed. She eyed his navel and let her gaze roam further south until it was hindered by the sheet. Sure she’d already seen all of him, but she’d never really had a chance to leisurely explore. Her gaze shot to his face and carefully studied it in close proximity as she slowly sat up, making sure he wasn't awake. A few minutes passed before she was convinced he was indeed still sleeping. He hadn't even budged an inch. Letting her curiosity get the best of her, she gently peeled the sheet away from his lap.

It took Arnav every ounce of control he possessed not to open his eyes. He knew she had been staring at him. She’d brushed his hair away, touched his face, and then he’d felt her lingering gaze blaze a trail in its wake. And now, she’d removed the sheet from him. He had to concentrate so he wouldn't twitch. He really had the urge to open his eyes just so he could see the expression on her face, especially as she stared at that particular part of his body. But his wife was in an inquisitive mood and he didn't want to deter her.

She’d started by following that sexy V indentation from his hips until it had merged a little lower, and then she just couldn't look away. She’d never seen him …..seen it…. this up-close. When they made love, he had always felt like steel covered in soft velvet. But now that he was relaxed, it looked totally….different. Dare she think… cute almost. If Arnavji knew she’d thought that about his manhood, he’d probably strangle her. She closed her eyes and silently thanked Devi Maiya that her husband couldn't read her thoughts. When she opened her eyes and continued her gawking, she noticed a bit of clear fluid seeping from the tip. Had he just gotten…. bigger?! She quickly looked up to his face. Still smushed against the pillow, sleeping away, mouth still open. Her face flamed as she thought about all the times that same mouth had kissed her …down there….so intimately, and it fueled her own curiosity. “I wonder what he tastes like...” she thought.

Arnav’s eyes snapped open. Khushi had just licked him…there. He’d already been losing the battle with her insistent staring, as his erection had started to grow on its own volition. But now, he was a dead man. Gulping, he closed his eyes, frankly a little scared of what she might do next. And that’s when he felt her soft, wet mouth enclose over him, and gently suck. Oh god, he couldn’t believe this was happening. His sweet, innocent Khushi was doing wicked, wicked things right now, and she probably had no idea of the effect. She was getting bolder and bolder with her mouth, and he knew he had to distract himself to avoid embarrassment. When he opened his eyes he saw her back end facing him and couldn’t resist giving back as good as he was getting. He quickly thrust two fingers into her.

Khushi let a surprised moan resonate onto him as she felt his fingers inside her. She tried to continue pleasuring him, but she couldn’t concentrate while he was doing that. She could feel herself getting slicker with each push. He was building such a sweetly torturous rhythm that she couldn’t help but clench around his fingers. She lifted her mouth to cry out “Arnavji!”.

“Khushi get over here.” He roughly growled, withdrawing his fingers and reaching for her.

When she turned her head to look at him, he was sucking his fingers into his mouth, tasting her. She gasped as he pulled her up onto his body, straddling him, her chest plastered against his. “Arnavji, but I’ve…I’ve never…been on top.” She admitted shyly, avoiding eye contact.

“You also never did what you were just doing to me….“ he began to say, but now she was blushing profusely. He lifted her chin to meet his gaze and continued softly. “Hey. You were amazing. I had to stop you, or else I was going to….” he could see her gaining some confidence at her feminine wiles “…and I didn’t want to yet. I wanted to be inside you when it happened.”

She felt him caress his hands up her thighs to hold onto her hips, his damp fingers leaving a trail, reminding her of how he’d tasted her. She felt a fresh spark of arousal igniting within.

“Khushi, just like you were amazing at that, I have a feeling you’ll be amazing at this too.” She gave him a small, nervous smile at his encouragement. Not able to wait anymore, he lifted her hips up and entered her, letting out a groan.

Khushi gasped at how deeply she felt him. His hand wrapped around the back of her neck and brought her closer for a kiss. She could taste herself on his tongue when it tangled with hers. Shocked and turned on at how erotic it was, knowing he could probably taste his own saltiness in her mouth from before as well. Loving the feel of him rocking inside her, she felt a bead of sweat trickling between the middle of her breasts. Her nipples were abraded by the friction of his chest sliding against hers with every slight movement.

After giving her behind a squeeze, he moved his hands to her hips again. He held her tightly to himself as he bucked up and swiveled his pelvis slowly to hit her spot.

Khushi let out a surprised shriek at the intense sensation and found herself pushing her hands against his chest to sit upright. She hadn’t realized what she was doing, but she felt him even deeper now as he pumped up into her, loving the feel of his possession. She felt the cool air caress her sweat dampened skin, making her nipples pucker.

Arnav watched avidly and found his hands being led to her breasts like a moth to a flame. He cupped her soft roundness in his palms and toyed with her hard peaks.

“Arnavji!” she moaned, loving the feel of his hands on her.

While concentrating on her body, he tried to slow his rhythm down to extend out her pleasure. But Khushi was entranced, lost in the sensations. She was having none of his intentions to slow down. As he started to pump up less, she began pushing down more, on her own volition. Arnav watched her ride him, probably unconscious of the fact that she was doing so, unabashed. He watched her in fascination as she took command of his body, finding her own rhythm, taking what she needed. Not wanting her to stop and realize what she was doing, or feel any embarrassment, he swiftly slid a hand to cup the front of her sex. He wanted to help her find the release she was searching for and began to rhythmically stroke her clitoris as she mercilessly rode him.

“Oh Arnavji, yes!” she shouted in ecstasy.

At the speed and intensity that she’d set, he was surprised he hadn’t exploded already. He was just too busy lost in her beauty. She was divine. Glistening skin, taking on the prettiest shade of a light peach/pink, eyes closed tightly, head thrown back, as she bit down on her lip for a semblance of control. She looked like a freaking goddess possessing him like this. Him, the Arnav Singh Raizada, was being shown who the boss really was for the first time in his life, and he was loving every second of it. Loving that she felt free and uninhibited to explore her full feminine power, even if she didn’t realize it. Being overwhelmed by thoughts of this incredible woman, his woman…..his wife, was the last straw. He lost control and began to push up on her downward thrusts, causing her to bounce up from the momentum and intensify her pleasure. He continued to stroke her clit in rapid succession with a few more bucking thrusts until she screamed his name and collapsed onto his chest again. He moved his hands onto her behind, spreading her open slightly to pump quick, deep thrusts into her, drawing out her climax and finding his own release. They clung to each other as they labored for breath. This is what heaven must feel like, he thought, as he moved her hair aside to lazily stroke her back.

He was tracing his fingertips over the bumps of her spine as she breathed into the crook of his neck, her lips making the slightest of contact against the skin there. “Hmmmm” she purred in satisfaction.

He felt that hum reverberate through his Adam’s apple, down his chest, all the way to the pit of his stomach.

“Arnavji, that was…. “ she trailed off to place a lingering kiss on his jaw.

He held her tightly as he rolled over so she was on her back, then ruefully slid out of her body. She tried to keep her legs wrapped around his hips to hold him to her, but he knew she had to stretch out. “Khushi, you need to straighten your legs.” He tucked her hair behind her ear, gazing at her.

“But Arnavji I like feeling you close to me.”

“Sweetheart, I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere.” She winced and let out a soft hiss as he slowly straightened her legs for her. “I know, baby.” he tried to sympathize as he gently began to massage her aching muscles.

“Arnavji…. “ she spoke hesitantly, in awe of her husband. He was so attuned to her body, he knew what she needed even before she did. “Hmmm?” He replied continuing his gentle kneading. “How did you know my thighs were going to be sore?” She asked looking down at his massaging hands.

“Khushi….. “ he hesitated for a moment before looking back up at her. “You were doing all the work.”

“All the work…?” She asked confused. When she gazed at him for an elaboration he gave her a knowing look. She gasped and her eyes widened as it dawned on her as to what he was referring to. “What?! No I wasn’t! Arnavji I don’t even know how…. I’ve never….. you’re always the one who takes charge…… you….” she trailed off not finding the right words.

“Not this time, Khushi.”

She could not believe they were having this conversation. She had to think back to a moment ago. She’d had her eyes closed in concentration not bothering to make eye contact with him, too busy trying to find her own pleasure. She hadn’t thought about his pleasure at all! When had he even found his release?! It was such a beautiful haze of bliss once she’d climaxed, she couldn’t recall anything afterwards, until he’d begun stroking her back lovingly, bringing her back down to earth.

He paused his kneading hands to look up at her face. She was struck mute. His wife could be so adorable at times, such a stark contrast to the wildcat he’d encountered just before. “Khushi….” he approached to lie next to her on his side, propping himself on an elbow, so she could look up at him. He could see her chewing her lip in worry as a wash of crimson began creeping over her chest, neck and spread to her face. “Sweetheart, don’t be embarrassed.”

“Arnavji, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to…..I can’t believe I did that….” Khushi stuttered.

“Khushi! That is NOTHING to be embarrassed about and DO NOT apologize!”

“But Arnavji, I know you don’t like when people try to take control of things…..” she trailed off still in disbelief at how brazenly she’d behaved with him.

“Khushi, you were such a tigress.” he teasingly smiled down at her.

She gasped in horror and covered her face with her hands. She wanted to crawl into a hole and hide for a century. She was a fluttering titlaliya (little butterfly), that was for sure. But a tigress?!

He managed to pry her hands away from her face but her eyelids were tightly screwed shut. “Khushi…..open your eyes, sweetheart.” He whispered softly as he leaned down to tenderly brush kisses onto each eyelid. They flickered open, mesmerizing him, making him want to drown in those molten pools of honey. “Khushi, there is nothing to be ashamed of. This is new to you, I know, but I want you to be like that whenever you want. Follow what you feel.  I want you to let go of your inhibitions.” She still looked embarrassed, though it seemed to have eased up a bit. “Khushi, do you know why I fell in love with you?” Her eyes rounded while her eyebrows rose slightly, as she silently requested his answer. “It’s because you were….ARE a free spirit. So different from me. And I love that about you. I want you to be like that in every aspect of our life, including our physical relationship. Because my pleasure is in your pleasure. And you were incredible just now.” He said as he nuzzled into her cheek.

Khushi closed her eyes and felt a warm glow of satisfaction spread through her heart.

Arnav raised his head to look at her again. “I’m in awe of you Khushi. I wouldn’t want anyone else as my wife but you.” He lowered his head closer to hers staring deeply into her eyes and whispered “I wouldn’t want anyone else as my lover either”.

Khushi felt overwhelming joy at his confidence in her. She wanted to swim around in the depth of love he was showering upon her. “Arnavji, I love you!” She launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Her sudden propulsion knocked him onto his back, with Khushi landing sprawled across his chest. He laughed softly as she squeezed him tight. She raised her head to lock eyes with him and quirked a questioning eyebrow.

“Aap hass kyun rahen hai?” (“Why are you laughing?”)

“Well, you knocked me onto my back so suddenly, I thought you wanted to show me who the boss was again….” he smiled teasingly.

Reveling in her newly discovered feminine prowess, Khushi propped herself onto her elbows, leaning on his chest, as she narrowed her eyes at his mocking tone. She brought her lips a mere inch away from his. “Kyun nai Mr. Raizada? Biwi hoon aap ki. Hakk hai humara…..aap per!” (“Why not Mr. Raizada? I’m your wife. It’s my right…over you!”)

Frisk Down

“Khushi! Where’s the key?!” Arnav’s voice boomed as he bounded up the steps two at a time after his wife.

“I’m not giving it to you!!” Khushi was running for her life. Completely out of breath, calves burning, she ran into their room. He was spending so much time with his other wife, she had to do something about it. So she’d locked her away in the safe and hid the key from him. She searched around their room and looked for a hiding spot. “Khushi, great job. Now where are you going to go?! Why did you come in here?” she admonished herself. It was probably because she secretly wanted to get caught. She turned to leave the room but strong arms came up to catch her as she ran into the brick wall of her husband’s chest.

He kicked the door shut and spun her around, effectively trapping her against the wall. She was a vision. Eyes scrunched closed, biting her bottom lip, trying to catch her breath from all the running. She’d made him chase her around the whole house. Thank goodness no one was home to witness that. He quickly latched the door ensuring that she wouldn’t be able to escape. “Khushi, I know you locked my laptop away. I need to finish some work. Where’s the key to the safe?”

His velvet tone made her open her eyes. She found him staring level at her, very close to her face. She caught a whiff of his cologne creeping up into the scant space between them making her mouth water. “You …..you can’t…..can’t have it!” There, take that! She wasn’t going to give in just because he smelled good….and had her trapped against the wall…. with his top shirt button open…. and had that lock of hair falling over his forehead…….why was he so damn handsome?

He knew that look when he saw it. Khushi could hardly ever resist his close proximity and he had no shame in using it to his advantage. He stepped up even closer making her tilt her head back to look at him. “Khushi, where’s the key?” murmuring softly. He trailed his hands down her arms to settle on her waist. He slowly turned her around to face the wall and leaned in close to her ear. “Don’t make me frisk you.” Actually, that didn’t sound like such a bad idea, he thought to himself. He gave her tiny waist a squeeze, eliciting a gasp from his wife. “Where are you hiding that key, Khushi?” He slowly trailed his hands over her hips to her behind and stroked. “Nope, nothing here.” He gently squeezed before continuing his search.

She knew he wouldn’t stop until he found the key and wondered how long she would stand strong before caving in. She felt his hands skimming up to the undersides of her arms making her stiffen and letting a giggle slip out from her lips. “Arnavji!” She squirmed under his tickling touch.

“Nope, not here either. I guess I have to look closer.”  He swept her hair to one side revealing the smooth milky column of her neck and throat. He dove in, nuzzling, letting his breath hover over her skin, his lips touching here and there as he spoke. “Where could you be hiding it Khushi?”  His hands traveled back down her arms past her hips and fisted in the skirt of her anarkali. “Under here maybe?” He gathered the material up until it bunched around his forearms and his hands found the bare skin of her waist. He circled his fingers just inside the waistband of her pajami, tracing around the front and the back. “Not here either Khushi?”

She slapped her hands against the wall to support herself. Her legs were turning into jello with his body pressed so close behind hers, feeling his heat seeping in through her kameez. She just about lost it when she felt the electric shock from his fingers skimming her bare waist. She silently hoped he would go lower right before he completely withdrew. She had to forcefully keep back the whimper trying to escape from her throat.

He removed his fingers from underneath her kameez and began to suggestively caress her body everywhere. He’d always loved a challenge but he couldn’t help but take this into another direction. His wife was a delectable little thing, what was a man to do? And then it dawned on him. This is what she wanted! This is why she had hid his laptop. His Khushi was such a vixen, he smiled to himself.

How was she supposed to think when he had his hands on her? Good thing he wasn’t going to find that key. She’d melt into a pool of mush if he stopped now. His hands were touching her everywhere. Sometimes tickling, sometimes massaging, sometimes stroking and lingering. It all felt so wonderful. She couldn’t help but sigh and drop her head down, letting him do whatever he wanted. He’d lifted his hands off her only to replace them with his lips on her neck again. Kissing across the juncture between her neck and shoulder then working his way back to her nape tracing lazy swirls with his tongue.

He was on a mission now. He was thoroughly distracting her with his mouth as he freed his hands to undress as quickly as he could. He was going to have to use his heavy artillery persuasion tactics. As he kicked his pants and boxers away, the last of his clothing, he again placed his hands on her waist. He really wanted to feel her skin again, and began bunching her kameez up. “Khushi, there’s so much material here. I guess you’re hiding it underneath.” He actually didn’t like her anarkalis, they were a pain in the ass to take off of her. Every time he had to deal with all those layers, it was so frustrating. Unlike her saris, just unwind, unsnap and voila, he was in heaven. He took her zipper between his teeth and slid it all the way down, dragging her sleeves off her shoulder along the way. He gave a tug when it snagged on her hips allowing it then to pool at her feet. 

She felt the air in the room caress over her bare skin and turned her head. He’d just taken her top off, where had he disappeared to? She looked down to see his hands snake around her waist and untie the knot holding her pajami up. She looked behind herself to find her husband already naked, crouched down, leaning his head towards her waist. She felt him nip the skin there, making her eyes close and drop her head down again. She felt his hands slide down her calves as he took her pajami and panties off. He gently grasped one ankle at a time, cuing her to step out when she felt a sharp bite. “Ahhh Arnavji! Ye aap kya…?!” (What are you…?!) she yelped.

When he’d looked up after dragging the remainder of her clothing off, he’d been greeted by the site of her plump and pert little behind. It was staring him in the face, so inviting that he couldn’t resist leaning forward and sinking his teeth into the flesh and muscle there. “Khushi, I love every inch of you. Every hollow…” he traced his fingers along the dips at each side of her Achilles tendons. “Every crease…” he flicked his tongue at the back of one knee, and then licked the other as well. “And I especially love every sexy curve.” He caressed across her bottom and tenderly stroked his thumb over where he’d bitten down, the spot now turning red to his satisfaction. He slowly began working his way back up, pausing to kiss the dimples at the base of her spine. He traced his nose along the sharp angles of her shoulder blades, inhaling her delicious scent, innately floral and purely feminine. He began placing wet, sucking kisses up to the nape of her slender neck.

Khushi was lost in the sensations her husband was awakening in her. She couldn’t think straight and the only thing she could hear was her own panting. She had felt a shot of fire run through her when he’d licked behind her knees. Who knew that was such a sensitive spot? She heard the soft rasp of his voice infiltrate her fog of need. “Khushi, I’ve searched you everywhere, and I still can’t find that key.” He stroked his hands down her arms and back to settle on her hips. “Maybe its here.” She felt him slide his member along her sensitive apex, the head rubbing against her clitoris. She couldn’t help but moan and arch her back, her head landing on his shoulder. “Arnavji, I was kidding with you….. I ….I don’t have the key….. I just put it….put it in another pocket of your….your wallet.” She had no idea how she had strung so many words together. Whatever he was doing, felt amazing. If this is how he was going to revert to getting information out of her, she should start hiding things from him more often, she thought.

Arnav no longer cared about his stupid key, the laptop, the safe or whatever else inane thing he’d been worried about before. He just reveled in the incredible feeling of sliding back and forth between Khushi’s slick valley and the way she was clenching her thighs around him. Each time the head of his member rubbed passed her clit, he felt her drip more of her arousal onto him. He kept rocking back and forth, luxuriating in the feel of her slickness. The pleasure was so intense he had to close his eyes and lean his forehead against the back of her head.

She couldn’t think straight while he was doing….that. God it felt so, so good, and couldn’t wait to see what was coming next, but at the same time she was getting nervous. She couldn’t see her husband, or his face, nor could she turn around. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to do this…..this way. She peeked down and saw the engorged head pop out from between the seam of her thighs, glistening. There was the proof of her arousal, all over him and she could not deny wanting him, but she still felt hesitancy.

He sensed some uncertainty from his wife. Usually she made sexy little noises as she got turned on, but she was so quiet right now. He kept rocking back and forth, excruciatingly slow, feeling her wetness bathe him more and more each time. She definitely wanted him, there was no doubt about that. “Do you trust me Khushi?” He positioned himself at the opening of her entrance, waiting for her answer.

“Arnavji…. I want to turn around, please! I want to see your face. I need to see you!” She was feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of feelings flooding through her, scaring her almost. And that’s when she felt herself being turned around gently. Relief washed over her the second she saw his face and couldn’t help but wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him.

She was kissing him desperately almost. He knew this was all still fairly new to her and needed to reassure her. He took control, cupping her face and slowing the pace of the kiss, letting their tongues tease and chase one another’s. They slowly broke away and he leaned his forehead on hers, their noses almost touching. “Khushi, trust me, please. I won’t lead you astray. I’m right here with you.”

Khushi got lost in the depth of his pleading mahogany eyes. She fully accepted the love she saw in them before she loosened her arms from his neck. She turned around and placed her hands against the wall, showing her complete acquiescence. She closed her eyes, and lowered her head still feeling a twinge of nervousness. She felt his body step up to her back and poise himself at her entrance again. His hand caressed her right arm, stopping at her hand. She felt him lift it off the wall and place a kiss on her palm. Her eyes flew open as her head whipped around at his tender gesture, their gazes locking. Love. All she could see was love. He placed her hand back on the wall, this time keeping his on top of it. She knew she trusted him implicitly. She looked at their entwined hands, her eye catching the glint of gold from his engagement ring. A reminder that he was hers. She smiled back at him just in time to see him kissing her other palm and then placing it on the wall, again his hand covering her own. This time it was her own ring that she saw shining through the web spaces of his fingers. “Arnavji?”

He was placing tender kisses along her neck when she’d all but whispered his name. He had really wanted to let her know she had nothing to worry about. “Hmmm?”

“I’m all yours.”

Those three little words had told him just how much she trusted him. Their eyes locked as he slid his hands down her arms to her waist, making her shiver from the caress. He continued caressing as he moved his left hand to cup her breast, feeling her heartbeat in his palm. He slid his right hand down to her femininity, placing a finger on the tip of her clitoris, making her suck in a short breath. He could feel it pulsing against his finger. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have this beautiful woman. She unmanned him with her faith in him, her generosity, and above all, her love. He wanted her to feel pleasure beyond imagination because she was all his. He felt a surge of primal possessiveness shoot through him as he hoarsely whispered “Mine”, finally thrusting into her in one fluid motion. Upon entering her he had simultaneously stroked across her clit as his fingers had strummed across her nipple. Her head had fallen back onto his shoulder and he dove in to kiss her mouth, a complete possession of her body.

Khushi moaned her surrender into his mouth, tangling tongues with him. She was absolutely overwhelmed as sensations invaded her body from every possible facet. She let out a litany of his name, almost in a soft chant as if she were under a spell. He continued to stroke her everywhere at the same time, keeping a steady pace and consistent rhythm. When he rolled his hips hitting a new spot inside her, eliciting a gasp, he mirrored his actions with his hands by circling her clitoris and rolling his fingers around her nipple. She let out a throaty moan as her fingers clenched against the wall. She tightened her insides around his shaft and heard him groan near her ear.

He could feel her squeezing him like a vise. She was arching her back and pressing her behind further into his pelvis at every thrust. “Khushi.”

The soft rumble of her name vibrated against her ear shooting straight down her spine. “Devi Maiya! Arnavji this is…. it’s too much…. I feel….hai bagwaan…….” It all felt so good, she was having difficulty speaking.

“Khushi…” He smiled at her ramblings as he pulled out slowly and pushed back in, continuing to stroke with his hands succinctly. “Tell me what you feel.”

“Arnavji …. I ….I can’t.” she whimpered.

“Try.” He encouraged, dropping kisses on her neck.

“I feel….” He had just thrust out of her. She tried speaking but after every few words he would thrust in and out of her while stroking his hands at her nipple and clit, overwhelming her with sensations.

“I feel ….” Thrust in-stroke-stroke.

“I feel surrounded….” Thrust out-stroke-stroke.

“I feel covered…..” Thrust in-stroke-stroke.

“I feel your hands on me….” Thrust out-stroke-stroke.

“I feel you on me …” Thrust in-stroke-stroke.

“I feel you inside me…” Thrust out-stroke-stroke.

“I feel you EVERYWHERE!” Khushi screamed as she exploded into oblivion upon his insistent ministrations.

Khushi had succeeded in driving him closer and closer to the edge with her seemingly innocent description of her feelings. He had been singed by each and every word, feeling her husky voice shoot down to his groin, making him harder than he already was. He found his release on the heels of hers due to the tight clenching spasms milking him.

Khushi’s elbows buckled, causing her to collapse against the wall, thankful it was there to support her. She rested her forehead there as her husband breathed heavily onto her shoulder where his forehead was leaning, his breath blowing tickling caresses up to her ear lobe. He was now tightly hugging her body against his own, making her feel secure in his embrace.

After catching his breath he eased out of her while dropping a soft kiss onto her delicate shoulder. He felt her knees buckling as he left her body. He’d drained every ounce of her strength along with the pleasure he’d coaxed out of her so relentlessly. He swiftly swept his wife into his arms, carrying her to the bed, and gently placed her on the mattress. He leaned up on an elbow, gazing down in awe at her. She had been so open and so trusting. Her complete surrender had felt like the most precious gift he’d ever been given. “Khushi, I…..”

“Hum jante hai. Aap ko kainay ki koi zaroorat nai. (I know. You don’t have to say anything). You already spoke volumes to me just now.” she said with a small smile while cupping his face. “And I love you too.”