Prem Vivah

• Escape Room •

Naina didn't take a moment to hold him closer to her, their bodies kneading against each other with unrushed passion. Sameer let his hands glide through her floral top to her cigarette pants, his fingers settling on her thigh as he pressed them oh-so-sensually to provoke her thoughts. He loves the feeling of her homely fragrance which corrupts his senses in a millisecond. He loves how well her teensy-weensy hand fits within his colossal palm to make him feel dominated. He loves how her lips comfort him in a million ways that are impossible for him to explain in comprehensive words. He loves to cherish her unfiltered, imperfectly-perfect unraveled skin. He loves to stroke her insides with his lascivious twirls. He loves how every time she beautifully reacts to his tempting proximity and lets him devour her divinity. He couldn't think of anything when he is with her, his Naina. He thoroughly dwells into their precious moments and enjoys each of their teasing, swirls of tongues, hide and seek of their un-concealed feelings, and mischievousness of her coffee-brown eyes. Smiling while kissing her, Sameer cupped the sideline of her waist, tickling her soft mole, and Naina grabbed his hand which was trying to pester her.

She graced his lips with her strawberry balm and allowed their hands to tightly mingle with each other. She could feel a burning sensation budding in her body as Sameer protectively and possessively kissed every inch of her pulpy skin, not letting her dominate him even for a second. She loved the feeling though. Her fingers began to unclasp the closed buttons of his slim-fit black shirt which beguiled her the moment she saw him at the airport. Only she knows how difficult it was for her to not attack his body that looked pleasing to the eye. Those wavy black tresses, those pairs of intense irises, those thick curvy boyish lips which drool over her every day, that razor-sharpened minimal stubble, his semi-transparent vest which peeked at her through the shirt, his sleeves which rested till his elbows as he rolled them up as always, and most significantly his manly scent and presence which created a deep hollow of passion in her heart.

He was a perfect example of a Dignified-Ravishing Man for her.

Naina made him fall over her body as she enjoyed the feeling of his unexposed asset touching against her intimate part, and making her want more from him. She pushes aside the fabric of his shirt so that she can give feathery strokes to his torso and hairy chest. He never tried waxing his skin to look more charming because a real typical man would always keep the hair on his well-built body to reflect dominance and masculinity, and she genuinely liked running her palms on his trimmed furs.

Sameer gently brought her henna hand closer to his mouth and broke the kiss to relish her soft skin with his intimate touches. He traced his wet lips on the intricate patterns shining in her scented palm, and the dark crimson color suffused his heart with unfathomable pride for having this woman for him for life. He lovingly strokes the glittery dots on her fingertips and kisses them out of obsession. It was true that he had grown addicted to seeing Mehendi gleaming in her warm hands, telling stories of intense love he had poured into her soul.

Sameer kept kissing her hand and palm, his fingers possessively clasped around her sleek wrist, and Naina was intently watching her man showing his love for henna. The roughness of his lips on her baby skin felt so ticklish and pleasurable, and she couldn't move her raptured gaze away from him. Sameer exhaled slowly closer to her slender fingers and leaned ahead to experience the softness of her neck. He smothers her sweaty skin with unrestrained kisses, his teeth nibbling into her sensitive part which causes her to whisper a soft cry. Naina gently caressed her palm on his tresses, exciting his insides to flutter her stomach with uncountable hickeys on her concealed skin, untrammelled wild kisses on her cleavage and collarbone, numerous strokes with his tongue over her feminine neck, and unbearable sweet assaults of his manly beard grazing against her delicate chin.