hey. here's another os. i've really had to restrict myself 🤢with this one and i've been pondering whether i should post this one or not as editing it to make it 'all age friendly'😲 left it not as i'd hoped. and i dont want the responsibility of a blog right now (im in my last semester! 😲) Anyway, sorry in advance.!
Khushi stepped out of the bathroom drying her hair with a towel. She had worn her husband's favourite nightdress; a red, silk piece that ended a few inches above her knees, showing off her milky legs, with thin straps holding it up and a plunging neckline covering enough of her modesty yet leaving little to the imagination. She had worn a dressing gown on top with its waist tie loosely tied. Khushi only wore this for her husband. She was still an innocent at heart, and felt shy wearing such 'aadhe adhoore kapde' as she called them, but her husband's reaction to her wearing it always made her give in to wearing it. She felt a blush creep up on her already flushed face and her eyes glazing in memory of every time he had seen her wear it, and how it had ended up on the floor every time.
Arnav walked into their room, his favourite part of the day, when he came home to his gorgeous, mischievous wife. The sight that greeted him, made him forget all the tiredness of the hectic day that had been. She was wearing his favourite piece on her, her long tresses tucked to one side as she towel dried them. Her face was flushed from the warm shower, make up free, just as he liked. Her only jewellery, her mangalsutra and her mother's payals. She was the epitome of beauty, made only for him. He felt desire rack through his veins, his breathing hitched as he felt a slight stirring in the lower part of his anatomy. He slowly closed the door and she looked up, instantly pausing her movements, transfixed by his desire filled gaze. He predatorily walked towards her, slowly unbuttoning his blazer, not for a moment breaking his gaze, while she was rooted to the spot, unable to move, unable to look away, not that she wanted to. As he reached her, closing the gap between them to a mere millimetres, he took the towel from her hands and chucked it on the chair. He then reached for the tie of her dressing gown and pulled it open, causing her to gasp. He smirked as he looked at her quivering lips, her quick intakes of breath, her heaving bosom. The throbbing pulse at the base of her neck inviting him, letting him know that the fire he felt was equally reciprocated. Unable to stop himself any more, he took up the invitation and licked the throbbing pulse while Khushi threw her head back, allowing him more access. Dropping kisses as he worked his way across her neck to her collarbone, he swiftly pushed aside the flimsy excuses of straps of the night dress along with the dressing gown, down her arms until it fell around her ankles in a heap of silken mass. He stepped back and drank in the sight of his beautiful wife, her beautiful figure, curving at the right places, her glorious pert mounds, her delicate swan neck, oh lord was he lucky! He quickly took of his blazer and unbuttoned his waist coat, his shirt, and Khushi unable to stop herself, her hands automatically and frantically reaching out to help him in the process. Soon all his clothes lay discarded along with hers, intertwined with each other, indicating the fate of their owners.
Khushi ran her hands along his hard muscled body, moving from the hard pecks of his abdomen to his chest, loving the feel of the rough skin under her soft ones. Gosh, she was lucky she thought! She stepped forward, closing the distance so that the rough, muscled form collided with her soft, gentle one. They fit perfectly, perfectly moulded to each other, a perfection surely only the Greeks could have described. Desired gazes met each other once again, speaking volumes of the anticipation, expectation, fulfilment, as Arnav whispered 'I love you Mrs. Raizada' and bent down to take her lips into a searing kiss. But before he could, Khushi replied 'I love you more Mr. Raizada', moving forward to complete the kiss and let the passion reign.
Rest upto your imagination guys! Thank you for reading, liking and commenting! It's very encouraging! ❤️
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