Beautiful Girl

Part Twenty Two

"Do you need something else?"
She is hiding beneath the covers while sun shines brightly over the expanse of azure blue lapping at the side doors of the room they have been staying in.
"Khushi, come on. I don't think you need to punish me by hiding your face just because you're embarrassed."
"I wanted to have fun! I wanted to spend my days lounging in my bikini at the pool side," She whines. "Do you know how eagerly I was waiting to blow your mind with my beach body?" He tries not to laugh at that, but she's looking at him from beneath the sheets pulled up to her disgruntled mouth, only her irritated eyes are visible on top of it.

"You blew my mind in your second hand behenji suits. I don't need to see you in a bikini to desire you, sweetheart," he tells her as he puts the book he has been trying to read aside. She takes it as an invitation, pushing the sheet away from her body, and then she shimmies sideways on the bed to rest her head in his lap. 

"The first time I saw you..." he muses, lost in his thoughts.

"You fell in love?" she prompts, tapping against his wrist.

He gazes down at the face of the girl for whom he can...well, were this the age of kingdoms, he would have conquered the world in her name, built temples, worshipped at the altar of her...

Love? What he feels for her goes beyond that mere word.

One look at her and he was born anew. One word from her and he had pledged his life for her happiness. She is the reason he exists, but how does one tell their beloved all this?

"Arnav?"

"I would do anything for you, Khushi," he tells her, the words feeling heavy on his tongue. He wants her to understand that love, love is for mortals, for physical beings with limited time. She is his soulmate, half of his soul that he will keep finding, life after life...

"My sweet darling," she croons as she pulls him down to taste his lips. 

"I don't merely desire you," he confesses against her cheek. "I yearn for you. I ache for you..."

"So do I," she whispers to him, her own secret that isn't a secret as sun casts warm shadows inside their room. "I want to..."

He stops her, his finger gentle on her lips. "...lie quietly here and enjoy the sound of waves breaking against the shore as Arnav reads me a novel," he finishes for her.

She scowls. "I wasn't going to say that!"

"I know. I know what you keep thinking about," he teases as he straightens and leans back against the headboard, fingers gently carding through her hair. 

"Fucking Periods," she mutters angrily. "I was going to seduce you. Instead I am in my least flattering clothes because my body is gushing out blood like a fucking faucet and I am arguing about why won't you touch me beyond kissing."

"I want you to be sure," he says. "I am not a nice man, Khushi and I fear that the moment you let me kiss you, mark you, plunge into you... I won't be able to let you go. So, you need to be sure that this is what you want. That I am what you want..."

"As if I want anyone else, or will want anyone else," she scoffs. "As if I will ever leave you..."

"Not even if I break you heart? Take another lover?"

She is quick to rise on her knees, and as straddles him, one of her hands sink into the hair at the back of his head. She grabs a fistful and pulls sharply, baring his throat for her gaze.

Her eyes are hooded and her lips pinched.

Something warm unfurls in his chest.

"You will kill yourself before you break my heart," she whispers against his throat leaving small kisses against the skin. "Cut off your hands before you touch another..."

"You're mine," she decrees and sinks her teeth into the skin beneath his adam's apple.

A moan is wrenched from his throat, followed by a gasp as she sucks on the bite. The pain of it, the pleasure of it hardens his cock and she laughs merrily when her hand brushes against his still clothed dick.

"You were made for me, husband mine. Gods fashioned you to please me..."

She traces the outline of his arousal over his track pants and he makes a noise that elicits from her a fond smile.

"All this 'be sure of what you want, Khushi' nonsense - I think you're scared that you will cum like a teenager the moment you enter me," she taunts and Arnav can only stare.

She's ruthless and vindictive, in turns sweet and shy, and yes, he too knows that Gods made her for him.

"Now, husband, be a good boy and show me how you touch yourself when you think of me," she whispers in his ear, her warm breath falling on the shell of it, her hand still on his dick and his pupils blow wide in arousal.

"Khushi..."

"Or do you want me to jerk you off? You would like that, won't you, husband mine?" 

With laughter that rings like bells in his ear, she slips the hand that was on his crotch inside his pants...and he blacks out momentarily. Tease that she is, she traces the elastic of his boxers, letting her fingers graze his skin, and she was right. He thinks he is gonna spill himself if she continues doing what she is doing.

"I left my shame behind the day I crawled into your lap, Arnav," she tells him as she lets her fingers steal inside his boxers. "You will have to tell me how you like to be touched, husband. I haven't done this before, you know..."

He knows, and he is about to tell her that, but her finger grazes the underside of his cock and he bucks, groaning as want shreds him anew.

"Ah, eager, are we, my love?" She wraps her fist around his cock and to his mortification, Arnav Singh Raizada comes like an untouched youth experiencing his first bout of pleasure...