(Chapter 6)

Syha

My interview went really well and they assured me that I'll most probably get the job as the accountant soon. I'm really excited and feel proud of myself.

I go home early and freshen up, hurrying to prepare celebratory dinner for us. Araan would be home around 8, so I have plently of time to make two dishes for us. And a dessert. I am opting for chicken casserole and wedges, and for dessert, Araan's favorite chocolate lava cake.

Around 7:30, I am done with the dishes and have them arranged on the table. I add a few candles to enhance the atmosphere then go upstairs to put on decent clothes. Pulling my hair up in a messy bun, I decide on a yellow chiffon saree, since yellow's Araan's favorite color, and make sure to choose my most revealing blouse. Backless and deep neck. I grin at myself in the mirror and that's when the door opening sound echoes.

An excited giggle escapes me as I rush back downstairs to greet him. Araan put his jacket and keys in their places and then his eyes finally look up at me. He stops and stares, I bite my lip shyly and wait for his reaction. His gaze rakes me up and down like our date night, darkness shrouding his hazel orbs and my stomach flips.

"Wha- you- " he stammers over his words and I can't help the giddy happiness spreading through me at his dumbstruck expression.

"I got the job." I decide to pull him out of his trance. "So, I made dinner to celebrate."

Also to seduce you, I say in my mind.

To be honest, I have been dying to take things further, more than just making out. But I can sense he's hesitating and I'm willing to not pressurize him, but that doesn't mean I'm not gonna try my best to seduce him.

Whatever his past may have been, I will not let him drown in it and lose his chance at truly being happy. Even if he hadn't told me anything yet, I will do my best to support him on my own way.

His face breaks into a wide grin upon hearing the news about my job, and he comes to me with open arms.

"That's amazing, sweetheart. I'm so proud of you. Congratulations." I melt in his arms, wrapping mine around his middle to nuzzle his neck.

"Thank you." I press a kiss to his neck and he shivers, returning the affection with a kiss atop my head. "Hurry up, dinner's getting cold." I pat his back and he pulls away.

His lust-filled gaze rakes me once more as he licks his lips then scrambles up the stairs. With a shake of my head, I let myself smile. Excited bubbles leaping in my stomach as I go over to sit at the table and lit the candles.

Another awstruck expression clutches his face as he takes in the decorated table with food and candles.

"I feel like it's my birthday." He laughs, sitting down as I serve him food. "I should have gotten something for you." He says sadly.

Taking his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze, I beam at him. "You're already a gift for me."

Something unreadable flashes within his eyes as he returns the squeeze of my hand and brings it up to his lips to press a kiss on my knuckles. "So are you." His confession makes my heart turn all mushy.

After dinner, Araan insists on taking away the dishes and pushes me to the living room to select a movie. Moving the coffee table to the side, I add the huge square pillows and make a small nest on the carpet against the couch. Araan joins me a few mniutes later and we settle on our cozy abode.

Araan sits with his back against the couch with me between his legs, leaning on his chest. His hands mindlessly trailing up and down on my arms. It feels so damn comfortable like this. We watch the movie, but mostly just bask in the feeling of being so close to each other. I lean more on him, head resting on his shoulder and his hands exploring my body.

Suddenly I'm very aware of his hands as they trace my collarbone and trail down to my chest. My breath stutters when his fingers come in contact with my already pert in attention nipples.

He seems to know what he's doing because he uses both of his hands to pay attention to my nipples. His fingertips stroking up and down over the buds till they're painfully aroused and poking through my saree. My breaths get heavier and eyes flutter rapidly as I lose myself in the pleasure his action has offered.

Judging from my expression, he knows I'm enjoying this. So, he takes a step ahead and gently removes the front of my saree and starts unbuttoning my blouse. My hands fist the fabric of his sweatpants as he carefully pulls my bra cups down, letting my breasts spring out of them.

"Ah," I can't help the moan from slipping out as cool air nibbles my hardened buds. He presses a kiss to my cheek.

"Tell me if anything makes you uncomfortable." He whispers in my ear, and the husky layer of his tone goes directly down to my core which has now begin to throb with each passing second.

This is my first time being intimate with a boy and of course my body's reacting so fucking strongly. Every fiber of my being is overflowing with raw emotions, desire and need clouding my mind and I'm a putty in his hands.

His long, skilled fingers circle my bare nipples and I visibly ache to have him touch me in every possible way. The sight is almost erotic now as I lay with my chest naked, in my husband's arms, his large hands on my equally big boobs, aching to touch yet teasing and taking his sweet time. His soft breaths and murmurs of praises about my body making me pant and moan, unable to strain the pleas from sputtering out. He hasn't even touched me yet and I'm being like this. I can only imagine the state I'd be in when we finally consummate our marriage.

"Araan, please." My parted lips only form gasps, "Please, don't tease me."

I can feel his smirk as his puckered lips plant firm and resolute kisses on the expanse of my neck, his kisses are strong and full of longing, as if almost edging on the side of desperation. They're everything, but I need more.

"Please what, princess?" His tone has lowered and my head tilts back, teeth sinking in my lower lip as my chest puckers up in need of his touch. He chuckles lowly next to my ear, softly giving my earlobe a suck. Luring a pitiful whine out of me.

"Please, touch them." No amount of shame was felt while moaning out the words of my need.

He grins teasingly. He cups my chin and gently tilts my head to the side to capture my lips with his own. I return the kiss instantly. Amidst the heated kiss, I feel his fingers pinching my nipples, thumbs going over the slit and I gasp loudly, which allows him to collide his tongue along mine. Our kiss grows fervent and blurs the line between sweetness and urgency, bordering over pure lust.

My body responds to him almost like a mythical connection, so drawn and pliant towards his touches. As he tugs and flickers my nipples, sucking on my tongue, my thighs press closer and there's wetness down there.

He kisses me hard, sucking my lips between his as his hands now have taken a hold of my boobs. He squeezes them hard to the rhythm of his kisses, swallowing all of my moans. Immense, unfiltered pleasure envelopes me, and warmth brims from my head to toes.

It doesn't take long for me to come undone in his arms, breathing erratically and trembling from the aftershocks of the pleasure that just surged through me. He pulls away from the kiss and holds me, peppering soothing kisses to my face as I slowly calm down, letting out a breathy laugh.

"Was that okay?" He asks softly, tugging my ear with his teeth. I hiss, drawing his arms around my bare stomach and he teasingly inserts a finger in my belly button, a lecherous moan spills from my swollen lips since I'm still sensitive from the mind blowing orgasm.

I peck his jaw and nibble on the skin a bit before making sure our eyes contact before speaking in a breathless tone.

"Perfect. Thank you."

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