𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #2
𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒
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Nitya Heer Tiwari had always been the strong one-the loyal friend, fierce and protective to her core.
But when tragedy strikes, h...
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I close my eyes tightly at the bright sunlight directly playing across my face. Without opening my eyes, I roam my hand in the other side of the bed for my husband.
I feel a tug at my wrist and I am suddenly straddling him as he looks up at me with a devilish smirk.
"Morning wife." He says, his voice showing no traces of any sleep.
To add to the mix he is not wearing anything except for his sweatpants. His hair is wet from a fresh shower and his chest muscles flex as I balance my palm on it. I feel heat crawling up my body as he pulls me towards him for a kiss.
I happily oblige as he explores my mouth but suddenly I remember something awful and tear my lips away from his.
"Morning breath!" I squeak as he laughs still holding me by my hips.
"I don't care sweetheart as long as it is you." He tightens his grip on me and pulls me again for another kiss but I resist him by hiding my mouth under my palm.
He draws me closer and kisses the back of my hand but I keep my hand firmly over my mouth. He makes out with the back of my hand, kissing and swirling his tongue making my toes curl.
He stares straight at my eyes as he swirls his tongue in the gap between my middle and index finger. My eyes widen at his intention and I blush furiously as he makes a show of eating me out using my hand.
Tease.
He's not the only tease here. I can do it too. So I boldly take my hand away from my mouth and bend down to kiss his throat.
You want to play Mr.Mehra? Two can play the game.
When my lips touch his warm skin he closes his eyes with a flutter. I nip and tease his skin there while he strokes the curve of my spine inside my tshirt.
A pleasant ache forms in my core as he releases a breathy moan when I rub myself accidentally against his erection.
He has tasted every inch of my body but still I haven't seen the whole of him. I want to see and taste him. Now.
I kiss my way down and peck his chest where his heart beats rapidly. He looks down at me his eyes shining as I kiss his abdomen.
God, I want to sink my nails in these delicious abs. Later.
I climb over him and whisper in his ear, "I want to touch you." My voice wavers as I utter those words. I am not usually this forward but with Aman he has given me the freedom to ask him what I want.
So the shyness and embarrassment are practically out of the window.
"Are you sure?" He asks as he moves the lock of hair that has fallen out of my braid.
