Vodka on the rocks

Part - 2

Rao Mansion, Jubilee Hills, Hyderabad

Pallavi woke up abruptly, the vestiges of her dream escaping her brain like sand through fingers. She yawned sleepily and got startled feeling her cheek rising up and down in a rhythmic pattern automatically. Then her senses peaked at a high alert when he she finally understood that she was lying half over another person and not the bed. 

She raised her face slightly upwards and saw the golden chain hit her cheekbone lightly and the cool metal made her almost wince softly. Then it became clear why she was feeling like there was a trunk fallen over her waist. 

Sometime during the night her husband had returned. 

And she was currently lying over him, her head on his bare chest and one of his arms wrapped loose over her waist. 

Pallavi felt embarrassment sizzle in her nerves as she wondered what he must have thought seeing her wrapped in his nightrobe, lying over his pillow. She raised herself slightly to peer at his sleeping face and felt a foreign feeling starting to bubble in her heart. 

Raghav Rao looked as innocent as a babe, all sleep soft with the morning sun splattered over his coffee coloured skin. Who would say that this man is called the Terror of Hyderabad? A few strands of his silky hair had fallen over his forehead and Pallavi endeavoured to lightly brush them off without waking him up in the process. 

It was a difficult task, when she knew her husband was the lightest sleeper she had ever seen. He would wake up at the slightest noise and it took him a few nanoseconds to remove the lingering sleep from his senses while she would need at least half an hour to stop feeling disoriented at the same time. 

"You cannot sleep like a log when you have multiple people out for your blood twenty four hours of the day."

But the way he kept slumbering even with his wife shifting to lie completely over him and playing with his hair seemed to counter his words strongly. 

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Suddenly Pallavi felt an interesting part of his anatomy wake up against her waist and she blushed furiously. She had heard it's called the morning wood and tried to dismiss it as a very natural physiological reaction. But Pallavi was a young woman devoid of the pleasures of the flesh for long, even having been married to another man before. Her curiosity had been awaken now. 

She wanted to see Raghav's reaction to her proximity. Specially when the man himself had always made her feel impossibly weird things with his horrible habit of roaming around the house with his impressive torso on display most of the time. 

His natural fragrance was a hundred times better than the scent he left on his clothes. 

Pallavi mustered up her much talked about courage and slowly rubbed herself over him. Much to her naïve delight, he frowned in his sleep as an almost inaudible groan left his shapely lips. Now she wanted to hear it again and she repeated her previous action. 

But what she didn't predict was his eyes flying open the next second, those hypnotizing obsidian gaze shooting into her own body like an jet stream of liquid fire. Pallavi found herself getting fluidly flipped on her back and feeling her husband's entire weight on herself the next instant. 

She squeaked in surprise and felt the embarrassment from her face spread to her entire body. She squeaked again when this time he rubbed himself over her and there seemed to be something throbbing in her core. 

"R..aghav..."

"Hmm.."

She felt his rough finger mapping the outline of her cheekbone and her jaw to reach her collarbone. She turned her face at the side, her entire body trembling like a mass of naked nerves.