Rishi and Lakshmi One-Shot Compilation

A degree of lust (M)

⚠️🔞— this chapter contains mature scenes in detail. Please do not read if this may trigger or offend you.

He enters his room, to see her with her back to him, her black sari that had teased him to the point of insanity greets him as it blows with the wills of the winds that enter their room. Her back is bare and as he looks at his wife he cannot help but thank the heavens above.

He walks forth and entraps her in his embrace. She leans back wordlessly, and as she presses further into him with a soft rake of her curves into his growing desire he exhales sharply. Her eyes saunter up into his, her neck perfectly angled for his assault, and as he pecks a soft delicate kiss into the base of her cheek his lips trail down the expanse of her neck. She tilts back without his guidance, turns herself in his embrace, her chest rubbing into his, her desire apparent in her darkening eyes.

Her head comes to rest upon his chest for a moment and she finds herself listening to the rhythm of his heart as if it is the sweetest melody her ears had ever been blessed with. She pushes herself closer, and as his grip seems to tighten around her waist, they pause for a moment of fulfilment.

He's begins muttering aimlessly then, praises her beauty like a starved love and confesses his love and his desire in the next breath.

His hand moves to travel up the expanse of her exposed back and as she releases a moan far more carnal than he had ever bore witness too, he cannot help the way his eyes close. He hears her heart thunder against his in answer to his confessions that continue to spill from his lips that move to entrap her lips instead.

A sound escapes the base of her throat and as his hands move to squeeze her curves gently, he swallows the gasp that threatens to fall from her lips.

He pulls back for a moment, takes in the gentle rise and fall of her chest as her hand rests against his heart. She breathes his name with a breathy undertone and he takes a moment to trace the rosy hue that has come to life upon her cheeks, his hand guides  her hair back against her ear, in a gentle movement that allows him to see her in the moonlights hues, and she does not miss the sensuality of it.

"Rishi." She whispers, her eyes dazed as her gaze linger perhaps longer than intended on his lips

"Yes my love?" He questions back. He sees a flicker in her eyes as she considers her next words. She is unsure of how to express her desire, and so she results in relying upon her actions instead, just as he had taught her.

She launches back into him, takes his lips in a demanding manner, and as she gains access to his mouth, she sucks on his tongue with an expertise of her own. He pants with desire as his hand travels to the base of her neck, and as he pulls her closer than physically possibly, she rubs herself into him with excitement.

When they stop for a moment for air, he reads the passion in her eyes, it is undoubtedly mirrored within his own. His fingers thread into the mangalsutra at the heart of her chest, lying perfectly upon the cleavage she exposes for him. He leans down and kisses it gently before pulling her close and sucking the skin upon her pulse point. She arches into him readily, breathes the syllables of his name to perfection and as she gasps a little louder, her grip on the base of his neck tightens.

Her eyes roll back then, and as he straightens up, she coaxes his lips in for a series of pecks that grow louder and harder with each passing one.

She leans up on her toes, and as he steadies her against his chiselled frame, she seals a vow against his lips. He lets her take what she wants, and in his acceptance of her, she finds her heart thundering with peace. She breaks away for a moment.

"Take me to bed husband." He smiles at her.

"As you wish wife." He responds. She pushes herself further into his chest and as he picks her up with ease, she plants her own marks on his exposed neck.