ARSHI FF: Meant to Be...

Chapter 06(C): Humne toh yuhi dil haara...

WARNING MATURE 18+ CONTAINS

[NOTE: This song is of a Pakistani movie 'Bin Roye' sang by Ankit Tiwari...listen to it, it's very beautiful song]

Khushi had barely opened the door which was pulled open with a force taking her by surprise and then pulled inside by strong hand. As soon as the door had clicked shut, she was on top of him, pulling him closer to her. He pressed her hard against the wall, his one hand gliding expertly up her smooth thigh, pushing her dress up and other went pulling of the band, freeing her long silky curls from the French braid. She kissed him fiercely, her tongue dancing over his, her lips twirling in a duet with his own. Her fair skin was soft against the coarse stubble of his chin, and the coarseness sent electricity across her skin; she felt her sense heighten, as she kissed her hubby dearest.

Her hands clawed at his back, holding him tightly against her, holding herself tight against the wall. Arnav pulled away from her kiss, and gently bit her lip, pulling on it delicately with his teeth, staring into her eyes. She said: "Love me, Arnav." just as he brought his mouth down ruthlessly on hers.

Arnav slid her dress further up her legs, and past her hips. He felt her legs tighten around his own, as she unbuttoned his shirt, but she didn't take her lips off his. When his chest was exposed, she broke their kiss, and planted her own on his collarbone. He enjoyed that; having her face nuzzled into his shoulder. He gently bit her ear, and he felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine. Without warning, she tore his shirt from his shoulders, and let it fall. It seemed to float, and catch the air as it gracefully spiralled to the carpet. Arnav found it a beautiful sight. Khushi pushed him onto the bed and she went to crawl on top of him, but he grinned, and held her off him.

He said softly: "Take off your dress." his gaze resting on her half-exposed panties. Khushi returned the smile, and sensually took a shoulder strap off one shoulder. It didn't fall far; the curve of her breast prevented that. Her dress didn't fall when the other strap was gone either. Khushi merely grinned, and started to move her hips, as her hands slipped behind her, and worked on the zip. Once the dress was free, she leapt on him, her lips pressing against his. His mouth pushed back against the relentless assault he was receiving, and his hands caressed her long smooth legs.

In between the heated passion he asked in huskily: "Mahiya...?" though his voice was strained feeling her own hand at the bulge in his pants, but the question was clearly heard.

She stopped kissing his neck, and stared at this amazing man, who was hers only...no matter in how heated, passionate session they're Arnav always asks her permission in silent question even though he knows she won't deny him. Being the gentleman, he is, he makes sure to ask her consent before making love to her and this quality of his always makes her fall in love with him all over again if possible.