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.”