Khushi walked out of the bathroom drying her now wet hair with the towel. She looked over and saw that her husband was still sleeping when she had clearly told him to wake up before taking a shower herself.
“Arnav wake up,” she said.
“Mmhhh,” was all the she got out of him as he turned from his stomach to now lying on his back.
She went up to him and called out again but he didn’t say anything. Knowing that he wasn’t going to wake up by this, she crawled onto the bed sat his naked torso with both legs on either sides of him. But he didn’t move a bit from her weight on him. Ughh Khushi thought, they had to leave the hotel in a few hours in order to catch their flight, but her husband here was refusing to even budge the slightest. She leaned forward, her wet hair now fanning over his face, and her hands on either side of his face. She took a piece of her hair and moved it along the structure of his muscular jaw.
Arnav felt an aroma of flowers wisp through his senses, mostly roses, and a wet drops falling on his face.Then he felt small feather like touches trailing along his skin, without opening his eyes he knew exactly what was happening, well then two could play the game he thought. Without giving her enough time to understand what was happening, Arnav had flipped them so now that he was above her, and now both of his hands on the sides of her face.Khushi squealed at the sudden change of events and looked up at him to see a smirk adorning her husband’s face. Her hands were on his shoulders and she tried to push him off, but he just stayed there like a statue.
“What were you doing?!” he gritted through his teeth looking down on him.
“Trying to wake you up,” she replied.
“By sitting on me like that?” he asked as desire swarmed his eyes.
“Well it’s not my fault if my husband can’t control himself,” she innocently replied moving her hands from his shoulders to around the back of his neck.
“Oh we’ll see about control,” he muttered letting his entire weight drop on her, giving her lungs barely enough room to breathe.
Khushi gasped as she felt him against her lower abdomen. He moved his face into the curtain of her hair, and trailed his mouth from her chin to ear. All the while he was slowly moving up and down against her. Even through the fabric of her leggings, Khushi felt her body heating up due the proximity.
“Breathe,” he whispered into her ear, and only then did she realize that she was holding in her breath.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he muttered against her skin as his mouths trailed down further south.
“Arnav.. th.. our.. fl.. flight,” she said in heavy breaths seeing that he had no intention of stopping.
“We can postpone it,” he replied freeing her from the tank top she was wearing and threw it somewhere across the room and continued his torture against her body.
