Lip Service

Arnav walked around the bedroom picking up all his essentials for work. He gave himself a quick pat down and made sure everything was where it needed to be. Car keys were in his pockets, cell phone was in his belt holster, blue tooth was in his ear, and the briefcase was by the door. Before leaving, he gave a brusque knock on the bathroom door. “Khushi?” 

“Ji??” (“Yes??”) 

His wife’s voice was oddly muted as it reached his ears, although he knew she normally sounded something akin to a nightingale. He opened the door a smidge, wanting to hear the real melody of her spoken tone before heading out. “Khushi I’m leaving for the office.” 

“Ji, teekh hai!” (“Ok!”) 

This time, the only impedance was the sound of the shower, but at least he’d heard her properly. Arnav closed the door, already regretting having opened it in the first place. Upon hearing the running water, visions of his Khushi under that pelting spray with soap suds sluicing down her body had crossed his mind. And then, when he’d quickly shut the door, trying to snap back into reality, he’d caught a whiff of the heavenly fragrances that always clung to her skin. Jasmine, rose and peony had invaded his senses in the whoosh of air that escaped from the bathroom before the door had closed with a resounding snick. He let go of the door knob and silently counted to three while simultaneously admonishing himself. “Arnav Singh Raizada, you’ve got it bad!” But then again, it wasn’t a sin to lust after your own wife, said the other side of his conscience. Before losing his will and going off kilter again, he strode towards the bedroom doors and reached for the handles to make his exit, good intentions intact. 

“Arnavji rukiye (stop)!” 

Arnav turned to see his wife coming towards him. Her glossy hair was a mop of sodden black silk framing her delicate face. She was all milky skin, endless gams, and tented terry cloth. Her towel jutted away from her frame where their child rested in her growing belly. 

“Aap ka rumaal…” (Your handkerchief…”) Khushi felt her towel slipping and quickly reinforced the twisty-knot where she’d tucked it by her chest as she handed her husband his handkerchief. His fingers however made no move to take it from her. 

Arnav stood still. His wife had emerged from a billow of steam and fog, just like an elusive mystical creature from an enchanted forest. And she looked the part no less. As he continued to stare, she tucked the rumaal into his breast pocket, smiling up adoringly at him. Once finished, she adjusted his tie ever so slightly before smoothing her hands down the lapels of his jacket, her eyes openly tracking down his body. 

“Baad me milte hain.” (“See you later.”) Khushi reached up on tip toe and placed a smooch on her husband’s handsomely dimpled chin. 

Oh that phrase held so much promise! Her big, roving, brown sugar eyes and honeyed words had fully ensnared him. As his wife turned to walk away, he was bid adieu by wet, fragrant whips of her hair across his face like an intimate caress. His feet were glued to the floor as his mind replayed the way she’d looked at him when she innocently tucked his rumaal into his pocket. He was surprised he hadn’t combusted into flames. Even though she’d been the one wearing just a towel, he’d felt her gaze linger on his body, as if she’d visually undressed him along the way. Arnav stared at his Khushi as she stood at the mirror, brushing through her impossibly thick locks. As if under a spell, he placed his briefcase on the floor. Then his legs carried him over to her. His arms automatically came up to hug her from behind, his hands caressing over her towel clad belly before traversing lower to cradle it in his palms. Arnav pressed his body into her back as he dropped a soft kiss on her bare shoulder. And as usual, one kiss was never enough for him. He slowly trailed his lips over to her neck before burying his face into the damp, aromatic mass of her hair. It had pulled him in, beckoning him with irresistible allure, bringing him back to her. 

Khushi had one moment been absently brushing her hair and the next moment found herself woven into her husband’s potent seduction. He knew very well that she no longer held control over her raging hormones. She was a slave to her body. Or maybe she was a slave to his….she wasn’t really sure. Nor did she care. Whatever would bring her closer to quenching her thirst was paramount. She unconsciously tilted her head, giving his lush lips more access. Suddenly her feet were no longer touching the floor. She let out a startled yelp as he’d swiftly scooped her up and she wrapped her arms around his neck for balance. Her bare skin brushed against the expensive threads of his suit and reality dawned on her. “Arrey Arnavji, you have an important meeting!” 

“This is more important right now.” Arnav replied gruffly as he set her down on the edge of the bed. 

Khushi was already breathless. “What is?” 

“Pleasing my wife.” Arnav sank onto his knees and removed her towel out of the way. He heard his Khushi let out a gasp of surprise that quickly turned into a moan as he blazed a trail up the inside of her thigh with his mouth. His lips suckled on patches of sweet, creamy skin, leaving ruddy, red insignias of his hunger along the way. He was beyond driven. Something inside him had woken the second he’d seen her, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to leave her without satiating her first. He continued his journey up to the juncture between her legs and his lips met with the folds of her labia. His tongue darted out to lap up her valley until the eager tip encountered her tight bundle of nerves. His fingers had been busy massaging her plump breasts as his ears registered her high pitched sounds of pleasure. He traversed one hand lower to hold her folds open, so his tongue could circle swirls around her clitoris. His Khushi tried to draw away from his mouth, but he swiftly brought her leg over his shoulder, ensuring she wouldn’t get away. As one of his hands held her thigh in place, the other hand caressed over and down her round belly to join his mouth. He broke away from her sweetness to watch his fingers spread her moisture, painting her folds with her desire. She was pretty, pink, and glistening, just how he liked. His tongue gave another leisurely lick. She even tasted like candy. Arnav lightly traced his digits around her entrance, pushing the barest tips in shallowly. He eyed her clitoris, shyly peeking out at him from under its hood and then captured it between his lips, suckling as his fingers thrust in. 

Khushi arched her back and threaded her fingers through her Arnavji’s raven, black mane. She held onto the strands for support and tugged as she braced herself on the bed with the other to keep herself upright. As she continued to feel his incessant fingers, his supple mouth, and alternating rhythm, her body quickly spun of control. 

With a final thrust of his digits and a rapidly fluttering tongue, his Khushi threw her head back in abandon as her hips gyrated her release against his mouth. When her movements ceased and her body went lax, he quickly stood to catch her from falling back onto the bed and laid her on her side against her maternity pillow. The cool air in the room made goosebumps arise on her flesh and he covered her limp form with a sheet, tucking it around her as she watched his movements with a warm gaze, blinking slowly. With a gentle, soothing stroke across her hair, he left his wife to rest on the bed. Arnav went over and took a glance in the mirror. He combed his fingers through his mussed hair then straightened his skewed tie and licked at the lingering moisture on his lips. And as he caught his own gaze in the reflection, his mouth stretched into a satisfied, wolfish grin. He quietly picked up his briefcase, and with one last look at his exquisitely pregnant, gratified wife, he quietly closed the doors and commenced to whistle all the way to work. 

Later, in the office…. 

After a morning full of conference calls and meetings, Arnav finally had a moment to sit in his office and collect his thoughts. He opened his desk drawer and traced his finger over the picture that his Khushi had stashed there. He’d been searching for a pen one day and stumbled upon the framed photo. When he’d asked her about it, she’d admitted to putting it in his drawer, knowing ASR wouldn’t want his workers and colleagues privy to his personal life. She’d been absolutely right. But now he gazed at the way they both happily smiled at each other as he carried her in his arms, having officially brought her into the house as his bride. A new beginning filled with second chances. Who gave a fuck what people thought? This deserved to be on his desk, available for his visual perusal at all times. Arnav noted it was lunch time as he placed the photo on his desk and picked up the phone to order from the canteen. As his finger reached to dial the number, he heard a buzz of chatter coming from below. He swiveled in his chair to see a plump beauty in red making her way through his crowd of employees, greeting everyone with her infectious smile and cheerful “Namastes”. Arnav quickly stood to meet her at the top of the stairs. He ushered her into his office as his employees gathered at the base of the staircase, staring. He ferociously glared down at them. “Get back to work.” When his command seemed ineffective, he punctuated it with a bark. “NOW!” He watched his employees scurry to their respective cubicles before closing the door to his office. “Khushi? What are you doing here??” 

Khushi watched as her husband flicked a switch on the wall and the blinds to his office automatically closed. He’d had the electrician add this feature to his office during renovations, in case he ever wanted privacy, or anytime she happened to visit, she noted with a smile. She pointed to the tiffin she’d placed on his desk. “I brought you lunch Arnavji.” 

“Khushi you didn’t have to do that. You should be home. Especially in this state…” 

“Arnavji, I’m fine! I’m pregnant, not physically ailed!” 

Arnav knew his wife was easily riled these days. He leaned against his desk, perching atop it with an open stance, silently inviting her closer. 

Khushi willingly went into the space between her husband’s legs and placed her palms over his chest. “Arnavji, I was feeling suffocated in the house with everyone hovering and worrying over me…” 

Arnav’s hands were busy caressing her perfectly round belly before winding and lacing his arms around her waist. “Khushi, I just meant that you should be resting.” 

Khushi fiddled with her husband’s tie, unable to meet his gaze. “After this morning’s sneak attack, I had no energy to move. I fell asleep for two hours…” Her face warmed and she buried it into his neck. 

Arnav smiled in satisfaction as he hugged his wife closer. He roamed his hands over her back, his fingertips absorbing the silk of her sari and the satiny softness of her skin before settling one hand low on her spine. His other hand traversed up to sink into her tresses, his lips finding the side of her neck to place a soft kiss. 

Khushi fisted her hands into the material at the back of her husband’s shirt. She’d grown comfortable with her own body now, as comfortable as she could be with a perpetually expanding waistline. But she trusted herself more and knew she wasn’t made of fragile glass. Khushi pressed herself, belly and all, into her husband’s solid warmth, trying to get as close as she could. And it was that inopportune time that her stomach announced its presence by growling loudly. She felt her Arnavji’s chest rumble with laughter. 

“Someone’s hungry, hmm?” Arnav asked as he slightly pulled away from his wife with a smile. He saw his Khushi’s face break into a wide grin as her hands instinctively went to rest atop her belly. She rubbed with an affectionate smile. Arnav led her over to a seat next to his desk as he began to collect his papers. 

Khushi opened the containers of the tiffin and prepared a morsel for her husband. At the rate he was going, trying to put his laptop and files away, they’d be there all day. “Arnavji, open.” 

Arnav absently opened his mouth as he shoved everything to a corner of his desk. He felt his wife’s finger bump his lip and the food brush his chin before falling into his lap. 

“Hey Devi Maiya! Arnavji I’m so sorry!!” Khushi grabbed a napkin and wiped at her husband’s chin before trying to clean his lap. She picked up the fallen food and then rubbed at the stain. She heard him let out a groan. “Arnavji, I’m truly sorry! I’ll get the stain out, I promise.” 

“Khushi, it’s okay. You don’t have to. Seriously….” 

As Khushi retrieved another napkin and began to clean any lingering marks, her knuckles brushed up against a rigidness that wasn’t there before. She then realized the real reason behind her husband’s groan. She looked up and noted her Arnavji’s eyes had fallen shut and his fists were clenched tightly. It didn’t take much to get her going these days, and her mood instantly changed from hungry to something else as she continued to deliberately rub across his length. 

“Khushi I think you’ve got the stain. That’s enough…” Arnav said in a strained voice through clenched teeth. 

Khushi kept her gaze on his face, his eyes still closed as his breathing accelerated. “Arnavji, there’s just a little more…I’ve almost got it.” She watched her husband’s head fall back with a stifled moan as she kept on caressing. 

Arnav was beginning to see stars behind his scrunched eyelids. He tried breathing calmly as his wife innocently kept brushing across his manhood. And then he heard a zipper opening. His eyes flew open to find his Khushi on her knees in front of him. She was holding his length hostage within her grasp. He quickly covered her hands with his to halt her. “Khushi just because of this morning... don’t think you have to….” 

“Stop right there Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada!” Khushi was pleased at how low and menacing her tone had sounded. “If you value your precious goods, you will not argue with your very pregnant wife!” 

His wife had punctuated her threat with a delicious squeeze to his shaft. It had elicited an uncontrollable groan, deep from within him. “Damn Khushi. Where’d your smart mouth learn to negotiate like that?” 

“Akhir biwi hoon kiski? (After all, whose wife am I?) I am Mrs. KSR. I learned from the best.” Khushi placed an open-mouth kiss on her husband’s glans and he almost lurched out of the chair. “If I want to love my husband then it’s my prerogative.” She then lapped her tongue up his length. “And besides, I want to…” her last words were mumbled as she took him into her mouth. 

Arnav had resigned his fate to her a long time ago. But when his wife had told him she was carrying his child, he knew he would give her absolutely anything she wanted, no questions asked. If she wanted to erotically assault him in the middle of the workday, then he was going to be her willing victim. He released a low moan as he felt her tongue maneuver its magic over him. Who was he kidding? He was whole heartedly reveling in her debauchery, and loving every second of her inhibition. He stroked his thumbs across her jaw as she worked him in and out of her invitingly soft, wet mouth. 

Khushi drew her head forward on his length, taking as much of him as she could, and hollowed her cheeks in, pulling at his length as he exited. She swirled her tongue up, down and around, licking at his sensitive head as her hands continued their tortuous tugs. The more she played, the more engorged he got, and she knew he wasn’t far off from his release. She wouldn’t relent until he’d reached it. She dipped her head back down and sucked him in. Forming a tight “o” with her index finger and thumb, she placed it in front of her mouth so he received a continuous pull as he entered and left her mouth. She caressed her other hand lower and took hold of his jewels, her thumb stroking across the velvety skin. She continued to massage her husband with her fingers, mouth and tongue. 

Arnav sank his fingers into his wife’s hair knowing he wouldn’t be able to bear her sensual torture much longer. When her luscious mouth enclosed over his sensitive head and her tongue did that thing that drove him wild, he almost lost all sense. He quickly pulled her mouth away and clasped her hands within his as he climaxed, biting down on his lip to control his urge to shout. 

Khushi licked at her lips as her husband’s body shook with release. She felt immensely empowered knowing she was able to bring him to this state. She watched as he collapsed against his chair, completely out of breath, and made quick work of cleaning up. 

When Arnav finally came to his senses, he led his Khushi over to his adjoining private restroom. They washed their hands together, his fingers mingling intimately with hers, and he caught her gaze in the mirror’s reflection. He leaned into her ear and whispered “You’re unbelievable, Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada.” His wife’s response was to flash him her dazzling smile. Arnav smiled back and asked “So you think we can actually eat lunch this time?” 

Khushi smiled again and took her Arnavji’s hand. “Challiye.” (“Let’s go.”) They ate, mostly in silence, while giving each other timid glances before breaking out into huge grins. She couldn’t be more in love with her husband, even if she tried. It was everything she’d wished for. Sharing a quaint meal with her husband and child. The chotti si duniya (small little world) that she’d always wanted. 

Soon after his wife had repacked the empty tiffin and he walked her over to the door. “Call me when you reach home” he instructed. Arnav knew Mohan had waited for her in the parking lot. She fluttered her fingers, waving goodbye, but he quickly turned her around and caught her lips in a tender kiss. His Khushi’s sparkling eyes lowered and she smiled shyly as she made her escape. Arnav watched his wife descend the stairs and exit the building. He instinctively knew the rest of his day would drag. 

Later in the evening…. 

Arnav typed away on his laptop while sitting on the bed, propped against the headboard, already having changed into his casual nightwear when his Khushi finally entered the bedroom. He’d been wondering what was taking her so long. He hadn’t seen her since dinner. “Where were you?” 

Khushi sighed, the long day having taken its toll on her energy. She closed the doors behind herself. “Arnavji, I was just sitting with Jiji…” 

“And did you forget about your husband?” 

Khushi looked up and noted that her Arnavji was miffed. Such a possessive man! “No, I can never forget him” she replied with a coy smile. 

Arnav was about to reply to his wife’s cheeky response but lost his words when she removed her salwaar. The more pregnant she got, the less clothing she wanted to wear. She’d told him that everything felt restrictive and tight. It was fine by him though. He unabashedly ogled her opalescent legs then watched as she tried to reach behind herself to unzip her kameez. 

Khushi approached her husband and shut his laptop to place it on the nightstand. Slowly, she climbed onto his lap and straddled his hips. Both of their breathing had accelerated in the confines of their quiet room. “Arnavji, I can’t reach my zipper…can you help me…?” 

Arnav locked eyes with his wife as his hands eagerly ran up her back, his fingers finding the zipper. He held her steady with one heated palm low on her back as the other slid the zipper down. There were no sounds except of that tantalizing unzipping and their mingled breaths. Once he finished, he patiently waited. His wife tried to remove her kameez but struggled unsuccessfully before giving up, her eyes pleading with him for more help. His fingers obliged, tracing the borders of the kameez before lifting it inch by inch. He was torturing himself. It was like slowly opening a magnificent present, delicately peeling the wrapping off, wanting to savor it. When he’d uncovered her chest, he finally whisked the top over her head. His Khushi was clad in a black lace bra. She was barely contained in the tiny thing, spilling forth for his eyes…his hands…his mouth. When he felt her place her hands on his shoulders, he took it as an open invitation to get closer. His lips were wet and soft as he rubbed them across the dips and swells of her abundant cleavage. His finger traced the scalloped border of a cup as his tongue lightly traced along the other. 

Khushi breathed rapidly and grabbed the hem of her husband’s t-shirt, quickly throwing it off to the side. She laid her palms on his chest and absorbed the feeling of his heated skin. He was pure sleek muscle, so strong, so sexy. Her Arnavji tugged her closer and her damp heat connected with the rigid length of his. She relaxed more onto him and let out an unconscious moan. 

Arnav was busy exploring. His tongue licked up the deep valley of her cleavage, alternating nibbles on the swells. His palms took up the heavy weights and massaged them with cupping strokes. His thumbs flicked across her pearl shaped nipples and his wife let out a whimper. 

Khushi was low on patience these days. She caught her husband’s ruggedly handsome face and kissed him deep. Her tongue came out to play and explore. 

Arnav was reveling in his Khushi’s hunger. She was insatiable. And that just fueled him even more. His hands slid up the satin skin of her thighs and settled at her hips. Holding firmly, he tilted her pelvis, helping her grind onto his rigid length. 

Khushi felt a delicious friction rubbing across her femininity as his tongue slid along hers. Her husband flexed up as she continued to grind onto him and she suddenly broke the kiss, climaxing. It wasn’t enough though. It had been a tight, incomplete, empty release, merely leaving her yearning for more. She needed him inside her. Her fingers busied themselves, tugging frantically to free him. 

Arnav unfastened the scrap of lace that was her bra and his hungry mouth latched onto a nipple. 

Khushi cried out at the sharp sensation. “Arnavji, now, please.” She guided his fingers to help tug her panties down. 

“Sweetheart I need you to get up so I can remove….” 

“Just rip them off!”

Arnav felt himself swell even more. He never thought he’d find her sassy mouth so fucking sexy. The same mouth that had challenged and instigated him irrepressibly when they’d first met. The same mouth that had verbally battled him word against word was now the mouth that he found irresistible. Not one to argue with his very hormonal, and very horny, wife, he tried to ignore her deliciously damp core pressing onto his exposed erection. When he felt her soft lips on his neck, an electric surge shot through him, making his hands automatically tear at the fabric between her legs. 

Khushi let out a half moan half sigh of relief as she took her husband into her body and sank down. Her eyes rolled back into her head the deeper she sat. 

Arnav’s hands came up underneath his wife to cup her derriere, resting her on his forearms, holding her up. “Khushi wait, not so deep, you’ll hurt…” 

Khushi placed her fingers over her husband’s velvet lips to silence him. She leaned into him whispering in his ear “Arnavji you feel so good inside me.” She hovered, suspended in air, supported by the strength of her husband, and his love. She couldn’t control her pulsating muscles as she clenched his steely girth. He was only halfway inside her and Khushi was overcome with sensations. 

His wife had laid her lips upon his ear, her warm breath tickling, her husky tone shooting straight to his groin. And then her tongue came out to flick lightly at the aperture of his ear. He’d felt that as potently as if she’d licked him below the belt. 

Her husband had involuntarily flexed up into her an inch and she moaned. Khushi continued to suckle his earlobe with a teasing tongue as her fingernails lightly scraped down his chest. When he flexed up again, she exploded. 

Arnav let his wife catch her breath, his mouth kissing whatever skin it could reach. He traversed his hand between their bodies and he pressed his thumb against her clitoris. She immediately rose up onto her knees and wound her arms around his neck. As they began to move again, Arnav could feel her belly sliding against his torso. But he was thoroughly distracted by the bountiful feast in front of him. His mouth set about tasting and teasing. He flicked at her nipples then tenderly circled before kissing around her areolas. His tongue lapped at her swells and he sucked her flesh deep into his mouth only to pull away and suckle sharply at the tips. 

Khushi cried out again, grasping fistfuls of her Arnavji’s silky hair, tugging. 

Arnav blew across her dampened peaks. They stood erect, begging for more of his attention, and he abraded her lightly with the stubble on his cheek. 

Khushi felt every prickly fiber of his beard tickle wantonly across her sensitive nipples. Her husband didn’t relent in his strokes. They were slow, deliberate, and never ending, in his thrusts and his abrasions. She felt her clitoris throb with every bold brush of his stubble. Unable to bear the tempest that was her husband, she exploded all over again, vising around him tightly, taking him over the precipice with her. 

Arnav brushed the wild locks of his wife’s hair away from her face and laid his lips against her forehead as they both caught their breath. 

Khushi could still feel her body buzzing with aftershocks even as they now lay still on the bed. Her Arnavji had disentangled them and brought her to lie down, resting her curves against him. He held her close, soothing her nerves, calming her heart, and showering her with love. She felt his hand resting lightly over her belly and he stroked his palm there, until she drifted off. She was completely satiated and thoroughly in love, nestled in their perfect, small little world.