Betrothed

19 \ Mirror

"I am forgetting something." she announced once they had strapped on the seat belts. They had decided on flying commercial to avoid the media gaze. The last thing they wanted was to have photographers trailing them all the way to their bedroom. Despite not liking commercial flights, Vikram had given in eventually. 

"And what is it that you have forgotten?" he asked leaning comfortably against the headrest. 

Divya threw him an annoyed look. Had she known what she had forgotten, the statement would not have been made.

"Dude, you have got to chill. I am sure we have everything we need." he cajoled.

Divya nodded taking a deep breath. Everything was fine. She had shopped and packed and repacked and repacked one more time. Vikram looked at her restless eyes. Despite the calm exterior she posed, it was her eyes that gave away every time.

"Has anyone told you that you are an obsessive packer?" he spoke bringing his face closer to her ear.

She threw him another annoyed look and puckered her lips saying, "You know, for a husband on his honeymoon trip, you are not doing so well."

He huffed in response. Trust her to get annoyed over the tiniest loss of control.

"What would you have missed. Let's see-" he said bringing his palm in front of them, "Sunscreen, Lingerie and your husband." 

She looked up from his hand holding three fingers up and scowled, "Contemplating losing the last one."

"Now now, what would a honeymoon be like without the husband?" he said hushedly.

"Oh i could find some gorgeously tan guys, hook up in the kitchen of their beach shacks." she shot back fighting a smile looking at the dismay on his face.

-

Vikram looked up from his phone to see Divya parade in front of him putting her coverup on. He had managed to change into his beach shorts pulling a hawaiian shirt over his torso as soon as they arrived at the hotel. He had leisurely been scrolling through his twitter feed laying on his side on the bed while waiting for him to get changed and join him. 

It was a beautiful resort. Their suite had an adjoining private beach that they could reach through the sliding doors of the room. The  salty air had already charmed Divya for she had proposed on their way to the hotel, "We should put up a branch here. Look at how stunning the place is."

Vikram let his eyes take in the sight before him. She looked ravishing in the pink bikini she had put on. He tried to gulp discretely while she combed her fingers through her locks. Could they just stay tied to the bed?

He stood behind her, towering her and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes met his through the mirror. "See anything you like?" she teased while her fingers continued to float through her hair.

"Can i push you to the mattress and keep you there for the entire trip?" he said running his knuckles down her arm.

"You could try?" she mocked.

Everything felt too intense, too loud, too vivid all of a sudden. Her chest was drawing him to her. She breathed shakily as she turned her gaze to him. She slowly pulled him to her, yanking on his collar. When he opened his mouth, he felt her soft tongue push forward. He couldn't stop any longer. He moved one hand to her jaw and the other up to her hair. Soft waves lapped at his hand. He fisted those tresses, angling her head to make room for his mouth. He needed more. They needed more. He needed her completely. She moaned, and he tightened it even more. 

"You enjoy that?" 

"Oh God, yes."

His hands raced down her sides and he clutched the strap of her skimpy bralette, pushing it down and for a split second, breaking their kiss. She tugged the shirt off his shoulders and it fell on the floor, not wanting to be left behind. As he slid his hands to her waist, his thumbs traced circles on her skin. He yanked on the ribbon of her underwear, it dropped to the floor. She kicked them away with her sandals. He kissed the back of her neck and shoulders. 

"Damn," he muttered. 

Glancing up, he noticed her exquisite self reflected in the full-length mirror. When she stretched up on her toes to reach his neck, the muscles in her long, toned legs flexed.

The visual, along with the feeling of her lips, made his dick push painfully against the confines of my pants. She bit his ear as her hands went to the buttons of his shirt.

"I think you i will like it rough." she whispered.

He undid his pants and belt, pushing them to the floor, and then pulled her with him to the mirror. A thrill shot through her as his hands moved around her ribs. Her breasts pressed against him as if urging him on. 

He pushed into her in one swift thrust and they spent the next hour tangled together.

-

"Now, we need to go to the beach. I will have to freshen up and change- err- put on something." she said after a few minutes of catching her breath. She lay on his chest stroking his thumb absent mindedly.

He nodded chuckling. He pressed a quick kiss into her hair and let her get up.

Vikram lay on bed alone, lost in thought. He had no idea how they had reached this point. They had a great time together. She was witty. He was funny. She was playful. He was easy going. They had the best time around each other. It was as if the world disappeared when they bantered. The bubble that they found themselves in was nothing like ever before.

But he was slightly unsure. He genuinely hoped that this wasn't plain attraction for her. Because for him, he knew that this was beyond that. He did not want to end up being a play toy. He could see the warmth in her eyes when they spoke, the worry when he got stuck. But he also knew that she had baggage. And that expecting her to understand these feelings immediately was wrong. However, he was willing to work for it. For them. 

This trip was going to do just that.