Mine, my beloved (On Hold)

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I repeat it's a lusty and mature book!! And If I find any unnecessary hate comments regarding the same, I'm going to throw hands😤 Cause babes, I didn't force you to read, did I?🥰 And it's my book and I've every right to write what I want, don't I?🦋

Mithun

I lock the door of our room and toss her on our soft mattress. I eagerly approach her but she backs off with an innocuous mien. "No mama, don't," huh?

"Why not, Ganga?" she pouts and looks down. Even before marriage, we were way more intimate and she was actually fine with it. Thus, what's her problem now?

"Speak up Ganga ma, do you feel scared or something?" she nods her head vigorously.

Aw, my sweetheart...

"I'll be gentle ma," I cause her to face me by clutching her chin and slowly hover over her body. She lays underneath me silently and watches my eyes. Staring back at her bewitching self, I kiss her mouth passionately.

Concurrently, I let my hands squeeze her left bosom.

"Mama..." she calls me softly when I leave her lips. "What ma?" I kiss above her brims where a small black mole rests, seductively.

"Are we going to do all of that today?" I slightly smile before nodding at her.
"Won't you then get bored mama?" why would I?

"No Ganga, I wouldn't, would you?" she shakes her head, negatively. "And why is that?" I wander my hands from her bosom and perch it on the side of her head. "Cause I love you mama..." my heart flutters at her confession. The delight I feel in my chest-I can't express it in meager phrases.

I place a kiss against her forehead.

"I love you as well, Ganga ma...and that's why, I won't ever get tired of touching you. These hands of mine will only graze you and these lips will only kiss you and li-" She blocks the rest of my words by closing my mouth using her palm.

"Don't speak like that mama..." she's so damn cute. I kiss her palm and she quickly retracts her hand.

"I don't want to talk anymore...let's get straight to the action," and I begin to pepper kisses across the smooth skin of her neck. This scent-it reminds me of jasmine...

While I was getting turned on and my junior was waking up, Ganga suddenly pulled at my hair. I irately perk up at her. "Rascal! What's the issue now!?" she points to the ceiling.

"Turn off the lights mama..." she mumbles with a naive look on her face. The struggle I go through to touch my wife...

Oh fuck.

"If I turn off the lights, how would I be able to see your body and those lusty expressions you would make while I pleasure you?" I ask in a flirtatious manner...

"Mama...che...no...I don't want you to look at me everywhere naked..." she shakes her head in a no. "Ganga ma, I'm your husband! One day or the other, I'm going to see you entirely, so why not now?" she still doesn't give in.

"Turn the lights off mama...otherwise no...go away," with no options left, I grumpily walk up to the switchboard and turn off the light.

As soon as I do so, Ganga covers herself with the duvet. She's doing too much. With a mild smirk on my face, I slid the duvet from her leg and kissed her left toe. Then I drop kisses up to her knees and use my hand to caress her right leg.

She breathes heavily at my action...

"Mama..." what again?

"Mama...I have an exam tomorrow, right? If we do this today, then I can't focus on anything...I'll be caught up with the thoughts of our intimacy and it'll distract me from studying for the exam today," such a great excuse. But she has a point...