Devakshi ✧

A Devakshi OS Just for fun!

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Nirloja: Shameless

The door of the bathroom clicked open and emerged out a fresh Sona, looking beautiful as ever. The knot of her knee length white bathrobe tied firmly around her abdomen, and with her hair dripping wet, she looked scintillating. Her fresh fruity tangy fragrance oozing from around her and making its way to the nostrils of the person laying on the bed, making it much difficult for the person to fake the act of sleep that he had been doing since the moment he had heard the door knob click. Pushing back the mass of her long waist length locks, Sona caught hold of the moisturiser bottle and squeezing out some on her palm, she rubbed it all over her arms, legs and neck as per her daily routine. Keeping the bottle she turned towards the bed only to find Dev still sleeping. Shaking her head at her unbelievable hubby, she walked up to the bed to wake him up from his so called slumber.

Yes!! She very much knew about his drama!!

After 10 months into a blissful marriage with him, she has gotten used to it. She knew he loved to be woken up by her. He had himself confessed once after a few days of their wedding, that morning seems more refreshing to him if she woke him up with her sweet kisses and caresses.

"Dev... Dev jaago na...Eta Ekhaana Sakala (It's morning already)..." she mumbled shaking him from his shoulders, in her bengali accent which he so loved to hear from her lips, as she clambered up the bed.

"Sona.. 5 baj rahe hai... sone do na... We've had hardly slept last night... aao tum bhi so jao..." he uttered in that sexy groggy voice of his as he turned about from his prone position and pulling her onto his chest with a thud, clasped his arms around her.

"Toh maine kaha tha tumhe nahi sone ko... Mr. Dixit it's you who were high on hormones..." she said as a matter of fact, poking his bare shirtless chest with her index finger as she adjusted her body comfortably onto his.

"Mrs. Dixit... weren't you the one who had promised to fulfill any of my demand after I help you in the preparations... and later you were the one who reciprocated like a wild cat...nahi??? See these marks on my shoulder..." He replied coolly with a smirk pushing the wet tendrils of hair away from her face, making her scowl at him.

"Shut up... Nirlojja..." Sona hit him on the chest and splashed her wet hair on his face, earning a chuckle from him. But she couldn't help the heavy blush crept up her neck,as the reminiscences of their last night's passionate, wild yet sweet love making flashed across her eyes. Her cheeks still gone with the afterglow and her body had the faint brand marks of his passion everywhere.

"Oh yeah... that I am...so let me show you now how 'nirlojja' I am..."he mumbled as he pushed the long beautiful locks and reversed their positions all of a sudden and pinned her down on the bed under him. Pressing her wrists on either sides, he buried his face into the tempting crook of her neck without giving her a chance to protest. It didn't take him a minute to attack onto the tender fragrant flesh there. The taste had always been addicting and intoxicating for Dev and there was no stopping now.

Sona flinched at the delicious sweet assault. Her head automatically fell around allowing him to taste her generously. A raspy moan escaped her lips as he nuzzled her throat, inhaling the rosy fragrance the moisturiser left on her skin. Leaving a trail of slobbery kisses from the back of her ears to her collar bone, he groaned aloud at the sweetness of his wife's delicate body.

"I love u Shona..." He gasped as he nibbled onto her smooth soft skin. Sona couldn't help but just moan and sigh in delightful pleasure. She loved him too... like crazy, but in such moments, she always lost her ability to speak. His effect was like that on her. His hold on her arms had loosened and her arms after escaping his hold, went around his neck involuntarily, pulling him more into her. He was about to go further when the hem of her bathrobe broke the intimate contact of his lips and her skin. He roughly pushed it away after loosening the knot of the robe with a swift pull. The touch of his warm lips on her damp cool shoulder was something that brought her back to her senses. Her eyes fluttered open and she pushed him away with a jerk.