His fingers played with her bangles all the time. His lips proficiently continued his torture on her nipples. Woozy heat bloomed in her abdomen, raced through her pelvis. Each time he withdrew & shot forward again, her body tensed a bit more. Pressure built & squeezed until she writhed helplessly beneath him.
Well this was just beginning of their wedding night she knew.
And for the love birds it was just beginning of the long night.. Umm morning.. of love making.
She had that beautiful smile adoring her lips as she watched her husband holding her close possessively. It was 5am. She had barely got to any sleep. But she was not tired. She was excited about her life. Excited about being with him.. This journey they are set out together. She slowly tried to slip out of his grip & invariably he pulled her back. It was almost like waking up a sleeping lion. He smiled dipping his face into her valley. She moaned… puchki mujhe ready hona hain. Umm ..all she could hear before he drove her into their wild passion.
She shied & went into the shower latter without disturbing him. She was blushing as she watched herself in his bathroom’s long mirror. She had red purple marks all over, places she couldn’t even mention or meet her own eyes. Her fingers tenderly caressed the sore spots. She was happy, she was shy, she was blushing.. Her puchki was hers.. Her husband. All his antics.. Possessiveness.. His passion.. His anger.. Oh my.. She loved him.. Loved him more than she could ever think or say it in words.
She changed into a red salwar kameez. She came out wiping her hair.. She saw him turning restlessly in his bed.. Looking for her. He was definitely very tired.. She could see that. Well the thought was short lived… he made that puppy pouting face, she can’t resist.. & She was in his arms. His fingers lazily moved tracing the edge of her jaw. Ever so lightly, he coaxed her chin up so he could look her in the eyes. Even with his drowsy eyes, he could tell her face was stained with blush, her eye shy, her mouth tender & pouting just like that giving into him. He pressed a gentle, closed-mouth kiss to her lips.
Geet sighed, her eyes fluttered shut as she kissed him back. His mouth tasted faintly morning taste.. In contrast to her fresh & minty. The contrast was so raw & wanting. He ran his hands through her wet tousled hair and then skimmed down her neck. He continued down slipping the sleeves, marvelously opening the zipper with the other hand.
He knew his way around her. He rocked her pelvis against his as he thrust upward slightly, letting her feel the force of his arousal. ” I like you like this” he said, his voice was low and droopy. She bit down on her bottom lip and closed her eyes. A slow smile spread across her features and her eyes fluttered open again. She was wanting him as much as he wanted her. He placed one last nipping kiss against her tender pink lips and then abandoned them for new territory. Her fingers twisted in the hair at the nape of his neck as he kissed his way down her throat, nuzzling his beard roughened skin against the satiny texture of her own creamy flesh.
He stopped at the site of his mark on her neck. Despite how gentle his intentions had been, the bite was deep.. Already, it was bruising a rich, dark array of colors, black, purple and yellow. The knowledge should have bothered him, made him ashamed of his actions, but it didn’t. The idea of her marked with his kisses excited him. With a wicked smile, he thrust lightly against her as he licked slowly healing flesh, savoring dreams of a future he always dreamt of with his Mistimia.
It was around 10am Geet finally managed step out of their room. She was feeling so shy, to make it worse Nt was just waiting to pounce at her. Tara’s eyes naughtily wandered over her neck. Daadi joined in the teasing session with an umm um.
Geet blushed furiously. She didn’t know where to hide herself.
Nt tried to behave like a co-sister – chalo chalo make breakfast for all of us
Daadi took the que & added in a strict tone – nakul will tell you what to make for all of us.
Geet was excited but not sure if she knew to cook all that.
Both daadi & Tara burst out laughing.
Geet made a baby face.
Daadi smiled & kissed her forehead – tum shagun ke liyen kuch meeta bana dena.
Nt teased – waisen bhi, koi itna late breakfast nahi karta
Daadi added naughtily – I was not expecting u to come out for couple of days
Geet ran into the kitchen
Nt helped her with making dish.
Latter daadi got her dressed up for hawan..
Around noon the whole family was gathered at the hall. Geet had made the prasad. Nt was sitting next to Dev. Daadi & Yash sat near the holy fire. Geet folded her hand & offered her prayers.
Yash whispered to geet – maan kanha hain?
Geet blinked – ji wo
Daadi covered it up – he might be tired
Yash was never known to be patient – shaadi tho geet bhi huwai hain.. Lekin look at her she is not shying from her responsibility.
Daadi immediately tried to pull everyone’s attention back to hawan.
Maan was turning restlessly in the bed. He was hating waking up without his misti in his arms. He groaned bitterly. He tried to kick the spread & then the pillow. He again looked around, pulled the spread back up. Of Course the anger got the better of him. He screamed on top of his voice – Geet
She almost dropped the pooja thali that was in her hand
She consciously looked around. Nt gave her a teasing smile. Daadi bit her cheek to control her laughter infront of her son.
Yash was not happy with Maan bullying around Geet like that.
But he kept his cool infront of pandit ji.
Geet stood rooted not knowing how to react.
Maan was annoyed, he screamed again – GEET
It was possessive, desperate..
OMG geet was so shy now.. She had this mixed feeling in her stomach. Feeling of belonging. All this while it was them.. All his acts was in private.. Now it was infront of everyone. In open. She liked it.. But was feeling so shy too.
Daadi nudged her to go & see
Geet ran up the steps.. still had to walk gracefully take her steps, she couldn’t express her restlessness, her anxiety not sure what to expect.
She very carefully opened the door, only to be pulled into a sensuous hug. Everything was so fast. The world spun, her feet were thrown off the ground & she felt her back being slammed hard on the bed. Either she was dizzy or her puchki was that eager.
She was quite conscious with all the family gathered in the hall waiting for them.
Maan muttered kissing her – how dare you ruin my morning. I so wanted to wake up in your arms.
geet made a big O
maan continued with his oh so pouting face – i always dreamed to your wet hair locks kissing me a good morning.
Geet – lekin maan subha tho..
he didn’t let her finish & just took her lips in his.
she knew where all this was heading to.. she was so overwhelmed with everything, being a wife, lover, daughter-in-law
Geet – maan yeh kya kar rahen app?
Sab humara neeche wait kar rahen hain
Maan – lekin misti, yeh kya hain.. I
She sweetly put her finger on his lips – abhi nahi
That was it… he snapped & went into the shower.
He was so frustrated.. All he wanted was to wake up in her arms. Have few moments to share his feelingly. Talk to her. Just them.. Since the wedding they haven’t got a chance. He had so much of emotions in him. It was always her. He doesn’t even know since when he was in love with her. He can’t even think of any other girl. He wanted to explore that.. Feel those feelings.. There was so much to it… he shied as the cold water hit his hot & needy skin. It helped lash down his emotions. … oh God he loves her so much
Oops geet going for pug-phere
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