What happens when all the best friends meet after a few years at a Royal wedding? Will they find their true love?
How will their new relations be? Can the fragile ladies handle the arrogant men? Or maybe they can change themselves for their love of...
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I could not even begin to guess how many minutes I spent staring at myself in the mirror. My appearance was rather striking when I donned a saree after a long time. It's been a week since I got married, and I still can't believe how beautiful I felt that day. I was waiting for my husband to return home. I looked at the clock and realized he could be here at any time. He informed me that he had a meeting tonight, so he wouldn't be able to join for dinner. When the doorbell rang, my heart skipped a beat, I smiled and walked towards the door, excited to see my husband's face after a long day at work. I smiled and gave him a hug.
"How was the meeting?" locking the door, I questioned him. "It went well," he said, looking fatigued yet with affection in his eyes. I started to giggle when he stopped and took me in his arms and said, "but I missed you." "I missed you too," I wrapped my arms as he walked us to our bedroom and gently put me down. I gave myself one final glance in the mirror to make sure I looked well. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, kissing my neck. "You look good as always." I smiled and turned around to kiss him. He kissed me back with the same passion, and the kiss became more intense.
He hovered over me, his fingers brushing against my waist as he gently laid me down on the bed. I must admit that it was a huge turn-on for me. His very existence is a turn on for me. I gripped his collar and drew him closer to kiss him again.
I let out a soft moan as he kissed my neck and gently nibbled on my earlobe, his touch sent shivers down my spine, and I want more. His fingertips skimmed the hem of my blouse as he slowly began to unbutton it, revealing more of my skin to his touch. "You are so beautiful," he muttered as he unhooked my bra and let it drop to the ground. I felt a warm sensation from his words, and my cheeks flushed a deep crimson. I began to unbutton his shirt and gently touched his chest. My mouth dropped open as he planted kisses on my collarbone.
I let out a soft sigh, unable to control my pleasure as he gave me a tender kiss on my breasts. His hands continued to explore my body, and he took off the saree and trailed wet kisses on my waist, making me gasp. I smiled at him and removed his pants and felt his hardness against me, he grabbed my hips and pulled me closer. My hands ran over his boxers, making him groan softly. I pulled his boxers down and gently ran my fingertips on his length, feeling him throb. He gasped and whispered, "Isha, I want you so badly." With a mischievous smile, I whispered back, "Then take me."
"Sure" He moved down and kissed my inner thighs and moved his tongue towards my pantyline ,making me clench. As he removed my panty, the anticipation of his touch grew stronger. He smirked and teased, "You're so wet for me already." I arched my back in response, "mmhm" He chuckled softly before diving in between my legs, making me gasp with pleasure. The feeling of his tongue on my skin sent me over the edge, making me moan his name. He held my waist and gave my body exactly what it craved, leaving me breathless and wanting more. With each flick of his tongue, I felt myself losing control in the best way possible. He looked at me and pecked my lips, "You will tell me if you want me to stop, okay?" I nodded.
