DAKSHIKA

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Bahut na insafi hai.

Mature Content Warning!

HER POV

"Let's undress," he said, opening the button of his pants.

I could sense the room. It was favourably dark in here. Hardly any light could reach in. It was getting hotter between us.

I was willing to go forward with him in this marriage but at the same time, I was not able to handle his energy and strength.

He unzipped his lower and I got slightly nervous. I turned on my heels to the bathroom. Before I could take another step he pulled me back to him. My naked back collapsed with his bare chest.

"Where do you think you are going?" He asked hoarsely, hugging my waist.

"I just wanted to pre...pare for t...tonight," I replied timidly.

"You can't be better prepared than you are," he said.

He brought his fingers to my shoulders and smoothly put my wet hair on one side. My hair was dripping and so were we. He then touched the hem of my blouse and pulled it down slowly.

I held my breath with his actions. The pallu (drape) of my saree came down along with it.

He brought it lower, slowly touching my arms with his fingertips, uncovering my breasts and kissing my neck.

My breath hitched but nothing came out of my mouth.

He was making me insane for him. I lay back on his chest submitting myself to him and letting him do the needful. My chest went up and down while he pulled the material out of my arms.

And I quickly turned around and hugged him while snaking his neck, hiding my nakedness from no one specific. My handful of bangles clanked among themselves.

I felt him losing the blouse to the ground and hugging me, caressing my back.

I felt him giving me a kiss on the head and feeling my back with his knuckles.

"Itni ghabrahat abhi se?" I heard him.

(So scared this soon?)

"Aap to hamari jaan nikal rahe hai pal pal," I replied honestly.

(You're taking my brath away every second.)

He chuckled lightly and forced me to look up to him using his fingers.

"itni jaldi nahi, abhi to shuruaat hai," he said and pecked my nose.

(Not so soon, its just the beginning)

He slowly brought his hands to my lower back while we were dreaming into each other's eyes and unexpectedly caressed my hips over the saree and grabbed both my ass in his palms and fisted them tighter.

"Aaahhh," I cried a little.

"I love your ass." He said and pulled me closer.

My henna-inked hands were making the sound of bangles every time I moved.

Suddenly he started kissing me and did not let me move an inch. He was sucking and kissing all in one breath while working over my ass. I tried to revert with the same strength. I do not know when he brought his hands between us and started mounding them over my breasts.

He caressed them and tried to fit in his palms completely. But couldn't. He suddenly pinched on my buds making me hiss in pain.

I quickly pulled away from him and failed to hide my hunger for his lips which were working on me. I took a few steps back to the bed looking at him. He ran his hands through his hair and darted at my exposed chest.