Beautiful Girl

Part Twenty four

"Khushi!"

"Mhm."

"Stop trying to feel me up! I am trying to watch the movie, damn it!" he hisses in the darkened theater.

She giggles in response, but thankfully her hand does move away from the general area of his dick. Trust Khushi to make use of the dark.

On the screen, the lead actor is slowly inching towards the closed door and before he pushes it open, Arnav feels fingers on the side of his throat, their touch lighter than air.

"Here I am, trying so hard to seduce my darling husband, and he doesn't care," she whispers sadly, and were he not well versed in all things Khushi, he might feel bad for her right now.

He laughs softly before pulling her from her chair to his lap.

"Are you happy now?"

"Yes. I will be happier if you kiss me," she demands primly.

"Like this?" he asks before he barely grazes her lips with his mouth.

"Harder."

"Like this?" He pulls her lower lip in between in his teeth and tugs a little.

"Harder."

He pulls down her hair-tie and grabs a fist full of her silky tresses, angling her head a little to the side.

"Arnav," she whines and he smiles before putting his mouth on hers.

Intimacy, he has discovered, is a lot more fun when people indulging in it are on the same page.

He is content licking her lips, knowing that she wants his tongue in her mouth, knowing that she wants him to bite. Her frustrated huff is music to his ears. He is giving her a taste of her own medicine. She has driven him to the brink of insanity and some more with her teasing.

By the time he slips into her mouth, she is plaint in his arms, just the way he wants her.

He sucks her tongue into his mouth, and lets one of his hands dance at the edge where her T-shirt has ridden up.

"What does my darling want?" he whispers, his fingers tracing patterns on her bare skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"Arnav!" she pants a little and Arnav smiles.

"You want my hands, sweetheart?"

"Yes."

"Where do you want them?" he asks, a little smug, a little aroused himself.

"You know where!" she growls, sinking her fingers into the hair at the back of his head.

"Do I?" he pretends to think for a moment, mischief bright in his eyes. His fingers pop open the button of her jeans, and she gives a startled gasp when they steal into her panties.

"Arnav!" her voice is a thready whisper that makes him part her folds. She is wet, sopping and somewhere in his hindbrain, in that lizard brain of old, he is thumping his chest on being the first.

"Quiet, little darling," he hushes her. "We don't want others hearing you now, do we?"

She nods like a broken marionette and he smiles when the next graze of his finger makes her arch from pleasure.

"You've never done this before, have you, sweetheart?"

"What? Brought myself to orgasm? Of course I have!" She looks at him, her narrowed eyes announcing her displeasure loudly.

"Oh, really?"

He lets his finger sink into her up to his second knuckle, and the sound she makes, the punched out gasp, it goes straight into his cock.