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!”)