Billionaire's Feisty Wife (Updating In the End of September 2021)

Chapter 6 - Officially Ruined First Kiss

Chapter 6

AIRAB

I am bone tired. Leave muscles, every fiber is strained. I do love my work but its addition of Haroon house with my Airab House which is killing me. I massage my muscles sitting at the back of my pretty limo running smoothly on the road.

My driver slightly chuckles making me intrigue of his amusement.

"Sir, you are very tired today."

"Yes, Samar, I am." Samar Khan is my personal driver from 2 years who surely is my security guard, too.

"Wife is the solution of every kind of tiredness."

Oh, no. I know it's man to man talk but still I am against it. "Salah is the solution." I correct him letting him know such type of talks are off-limit.

"I agree." But I am sure he does not. He got married 7 months ago. I had attended his marriage. His wife is for sure a natural beauty but he is one of those men for whom animalistic sex is preference.

"Well, drive quickly. I want to complete my sleep before it is Assar time." I am up since 6 of morning and now it's quarter past 2 of afternoon. All I have done in this tenure is... work.

Hearing the thunder of clouds, I ask Samar to open the tinted windows of car to let in the natural air in my lungs. Despite the afternoon period of day, the weather has turned dark and cloudy. Seems, it will rain any moment.

***

Greeting my mother, I enter into the escalator to go up into my chamber within seconds. Reaching till my door, I have the tie and coat already off along 3/4th of the shirt buttons open. As I invade the room, its drably. Only a table lamp is illuminating the bed. Where is she? Even if she fights, at least she fights. Did not perceive? Well, she is like that; intricate.

I stroll towards my walk-in closet and raise my hands for some proper light. As I have just returned from outside, the vision I am having is blur and obscure. The numbers on the switch board are in faint red. As I am about to press the 1, I hear Elza's abjuring shriek.

But the child inside me swishes and claps with an errant idea. I push the switch no.3 and the surrounding is basked in medium lightening.

As soon as my eyes capture her, I am imprisoned, in her mystic spell.

She is standing, denounced in her full opulence – white skin blazing in black pieces. My discernment is callously killed within a nanosecond.

I leash at her with the bale of zeal I have for her. Holding her fiercely, I start to drink in the delicious taste of her lips; honey and butter. Her throat gets on its work to excavate soft moans out of her mouth. I am more than turned on. I push myself more into her letting her be aware of my desire for her. I want her. NOW!

Her hands trace my bare chest. I groan inside her mouth playing with her tongue as she digs nail in my shoulder muscles. Then, they travel to the back of my neck, playing with my mane.

Grappling her head with right hand, I slant up her face to kiss her more with dexterity. Softness is gone! My just-got-freedom hands passionately caress her butts, tightly closed in her lacy underwear. She is emitting lava and together with the heat emitting from my own body, I am sure everything will go ashen in next few seconds.

Lapping my tongue with hers, I moan at the pleasure being received. She is not at all shying or something like that but binding me to herself, telling how much she needs it, how much she needs me. With my mouth working at smooching her baby-lips, I let my hands wander to her breasts, clasped in a strapless bra which is normally worn under western style dresses or slutty sarees.