Betrothed

17 \ Primal

He looked at her once they broke apart, their chests heaving, their cheeks flushed. And in a moment she nodded still breathing heavily. He knew what they had assented to. It was going to be a long night.

As they laid on each other in their bedroom, Vikram and Divya gazed into each other's eyes. The air was charged with tension, and they could feel the heat radiating off each other's bodies. They both knew what they wanted, but they were savouring the moment, building up the anticipation.

Finally, Vikram couldn't resist any longer. He leaned in and brushed his lips against Divya's. It was a soft, gentle kiss, but it sent shivers down their spines. The wife responded, parting her lips and deepening the kiss. Their tongues met, and they explored each other's mouths with a passion that was both tender and intense.

As they kissed, he wrapped his arms around his wife's waist, pulling her close to him. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, and it only made her want him more. She ran her hands up and down his back, feeling the muscles tense and relax under her touch.

They broke the kiss, gasping for breath. He looked into his wife's eyes and saw a desire that mirrored his own. He knew he couldn't wait any longer, and he didn't want to. He leaned in again, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss. Their bodies pressed together, and they could feel the heat building between them.

As the kiss deepened, the husband began to explore her body with his hands. He ran his fingers over the curve of her hips, feeling the softness of her skin. Steadily he let his fingers unbutton her blouse. The panels fell open to reveal the gorgeous expanse of her supple skin. His eyes preyed on the skin muttering something incoherent under his breath before diving in to taste the valley between her breasts. 

Divya shut her eyes as a sigh escaped her lips. He grazed the inner curve with his teeth, his movements slow and deliberate. His fingers pulled the fabric that had been neatly tucked into the skirt so that he could touch her waist.

He moved downwards, flipping the panels open to plant kisses right below her rib making her shudder in anticipation. The single button holding the shirt together struggled between them as her hand stroked her neck while her legs locked around his waist. Vikram caresses the smooth skin of her thighs as his mouth placed kisses all over her midriff. 

Divya pushed him to the bed, turning them over. With the blouse falling off her body, giving him enough skin to feast on, she dove her lips onto his neck moving downwards to his chest leaving a trail of wet kisses whilst getting rid of the crisp shirt that he had on. She suckled on some spots making sure to leave a mark behind for them to enjoy the next morning. 

She pushed her hair to one side slipping the blouse off her shoulder. She licked the skin of his chest while her hands planted on either sides of his body. She lowered her derriere onto him and a grunt escaped his lips. She stretched her spine forward to capture his lips, her fingers tracing patterns on his torso. 

Unable to keep it together for another moment, he flipped them over ripping the button that held the office blouse together. His eyes traveled to the intricate beige lace that barely covered her. He planted his lips on one of her nipples, sucking her over the cloth. Then in a split second, he pulled one of the cups down to reveal a delightful nipple that was entrapped by his mouth in the next moment. He teased her with a glance of what was coming. With one hand he lifted her back a little while the other unclasped the garment making it fall loosely over.

Divya was a gorgeous woman. He had had his fair share of women. But this one in his arms was special. He could see that. It wasn't simply the fact that she was beautiful, it had something to do with the fact that right now, it was his wife laying under him. Not some random girl he picked off the bar. This was his wife.