Trusting heart - ArShi - show based

9- Wet dream

* Mature chapter *

Khushi felt a gentle caress on her arm and slowly opened her eyes to find herself in her husband's arms. Seeing her wake up, he put his mouth on hers and started kissing her deeply, his hand now brushing the side of her breast. She was equally responding to the kiss, her hands gripping his shoulders to control the sensations that were flooding her. He shifted her on her back, and came on top of her, his lips moving down to her jaw, her neck, her earlobe and then tracing her collarbone while his hands were massaging her breasts. She only could moan encouragingly, pressing her legs together in reflex. Arnav resumed his way downwards, now kissing her breasts above her shirt and bra. His hands were caressing her tummy and upper thigh and she was feeling a warm wetness spreading between her legs. She wanted him to touch her everywhere, her whole body was screaming in need for his. She didn't know when she grabbed his hair, guiding his head down, and he gladly obliged to her unsaid demand, now trailing kisses on her lower abdomen, teasing her. His hands were gently tracing the sides of her body, adding to the building fire. After another not-so-gentle pull on his hair and an impatient groan escaping Khushi's mouth, he decided to give her what she craved for and spread her legs, placing his mouth on her, above her PJ's.

Just before feeling the contact of his lips on her throbbing core, Khushi jerked from her sleep with a racing heart. She was all flushed, not quite realising her surroundings. Was that a dream? She was restless and the wetness she was feeling on her panties was a reminder of her not-so-innocent dream.

She glanced at the clock, it was only 3am, she was sleeping with her one leg on top of her husband's lower abdomen, her hand around his torso and his both hands circling her waist. His manly and musky fragrance wasn't helping her condition at all. She tried to disentangle herself from his grip to freshen up, but that disturbed his light sleep.

Arnav lazily opened his eyes and tightened his hold on his wife in reflex, hugging her, nuzzling her neck.

"It's too early to get up," he said in his sleepy extra husky voice.

All of this was not helping Khushi's state, she was overwhelmed by the whole situation and wriggled to come out of his hold.

"I-I want to use the bathroom" she said the first thing that came to her mind and rushed to the bathroom as soon as Arnav let go of her.

But he knew her too well, he wasn't convinced at all by her statement. He knew something wasn't alright with her, and that washed out all his sleep.

On the other side of the bathroom door, Khushi was trying to compose herself, she wasn't familiar with this sensation. She felt an ache on her core and breasts, something she has never experienced before. She understood that her dream was to blame for that. She got rid of her clothes and quickly jumped under the cool water of the shower, as her husband dit earlier. She was trying to calm down her raging hormones, not wanting Arnav to see her in that state. What would he think of her?

The cold water wasn't helping her that much, as her mind was still replaying the dream again and again. She was frustrated by each passing minute, especially when every inch of her body was aching to be touched. Her hands touched her breasts while washing and she let out a frustrated growl. Her nipples were still swollen and so was something between her legs. Was that her clitoris? She never felt it before, and truth to be told, she never really thought about it either.

These physical signs of her arousal helped her build some courage. She was thinking of speaking to Arnav about her current feelings, surely he wouldn't judge her. He was her husband after all, and these things were normal. Even if it was just officially 2 days of their confession and marriage, they had this weird chemistry and attraction going on between them for months. With that thought in mind, she put on the bathrobe and prepared herself mentally to tell Arnav that... she wanted him ...badly.