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"Bugu..."

"Baby, wake up na. Please not now, yaar." I'm not asleep, just feigning to get a reaction out of him but the tone that he uses, makes me want to scream in delight.

I try my best to hold the smile that's eating at my lips with full force, his breath hits my ears. "I love you. Good night, baby." He whispers softly, pressing a kiss. My hearts swoons, he'll let me sleep? Even now? When we are married and alone in a different country?

His body heat starts to slowly fade away from me, his hands retreating, my reflexes quick as I peel my eyes open and tug on his wrist; his torso falling down on me.

"You trouble me so much." I smile at the complaint.

"I love you more, handsome." I whisper over his lips, my hands wrapping around his neck. He feathers kisses on my lips, "two weeks of just the two of us," I smile at his happiness. Our happiness.

Married and alone for two weeks? Good god!

"Any more promises, you want from me?" I shake head, blushing.

"Nahi soch le, because I'm in the mood to move past the last one I made tonight." He says after nibbling on my lower lip.

I shake head, my words lost, "you're tired? We can sleep--"

I cut him off, almost shrieking, "no," he chuckles loudly hiding his face in my neck. I tighten my hold around him, heating up. Caught between embarrassment and shyness.

"You must be tired na. Jet lagged after two connecting flights and one flight yesterday from Udaipur to Mumbai." I know he's playing with me now.

"Hmm. You're right. We should sleep." I take away my hands from his neck.

"Aee!" This time he's one yelling.

We come face to face, his forehead squinting looking at my grinning face, "I'm going to fuck you tonight and nothing, including you, can change that." Each of his words does something to me.

I gulp some saliva down my throat to stop it from turning dry, "first time should be making love--"

"Fuck. I'm going to fuck you. I'm done making love on all those late night phone sex sessions, all these years." His words leaves me red and breathless.

"Advik!" I reprimand, hitting his chest.

"Go put on those sexy dresses Suhana must have bought for you." He lifts away himself from over me, making space for me to get up.

"Suhana? No. Aha-"

"Don't test me." He warns, pointing a finger towards me, I chuckle; lowering my legs to the floor from around him.

"You will take them off, no sense putting them on for a few minutes." I give him a pouty face.

His eyes moving towards our luggage and to me, "Falak. Dress for me."

"But I'm dressed." I gesture to my outfit.

"Falak Advik Mehrotra." Gone. I'm gone. He sounds so fucking delicious, that tinge of irritation and anger evident in his tone. And the way that he calls my name with... heavenly. He sounds heavenly!

"You will take it off the second you see it on me; it makes no sense na Baba." I try again, not wanting to open the luggage, find the babydolls and wear them just to take them off the next moment.

"Falak. I need to see you wearing that while you have your heena, bangles, sindoor and nuptial chain on." The slight desperation in his voice does all the convincing, I shake head with a smile stretched over my lips and walk over to the luggage.

"Wait." He follows me, I step aside as he kneels down and opens the trolley bag. Leaning down, I take out the bag which has all the nightwear and undergarments and take it to the washroom with the toiletries kit.

While my face continues heating up with each passing second, I look for the one nightwear I got for myself. Not Suhana, not Ahaana. The one I saw many years ago and bought for tonight-- my first night with him. My Advik.

I'm extremely uncomfortable of showing my skin, but with him, all the insecurities fly away. My mind taking me back to our first morning as married couple. I was getting ready with Ahaana and Suhana in the room all six of us spent the night in. It was right before our flight and we all were hurriedly packing up and I decided to wear a saree.

"Bu-Birdie yaar..." Advik tsks, almost whining as I continue messing the saree pleats for the third time. Ahaana swats my hand away from the saree fabric.

"What the fluff is wrong with you?"

"Falak! Stop fucking messing around." Both Suhana and Ahaana bellows at me in unison. I curl out my lower lip. Sahil and Yug sprawled out on the bed watching the four of us go through this choas.

"Whose idea was it for you to wear a saree?" Sahil asks taking a huge bite of the apple.

"Her own. But now she won't stop trying to hide her sexy as fuck stomach," Suhana grunts agitated, a safety pin held between her teeth.

"And why do you want to hide it? Respectfully Falku, it's sexy as fu--" The bathroom slipper lands on Yug's face before he can complete the sentence.

"Main jaan le lunga teri." My husband —haayeee— threatens him, making my already heated cheeks turn up another notch.

"Main toh kabse bol raha hoon, mila le mujhse haath. I'll get you out of jail, Shea ki kasam." Shea snaps her gaze at her husband quicker than my eyes could blink.

"Sahil, shut up." Shea returns her attention to the saree.

Advik steps closer, moving Shea out of the way, "Give her to me." He mutters pulling me to the bathroom and slamming it shut behind us.

"What's happening?" He cages me with my back to the door.

"I wanted to wear a saree when I do all those after wedding rituals but it's showing my stomach so much from the sides and I don't want to do free style as it makes the stomach even more evident." His jaw clenches at my words.

"Falak, I fucking love you--"

"I know! I just feel with all the nonsense eating habits this past week, I have bloated up a lot and  my stomach looks way chubbier than usual." I cut him off, he shakes head at me; breathing out a loud tired sigh.

"Tu na, vella dimag chalana band karde. Warna teri kasam Falak, main kuch kar dunga tujhe." He snatches away the saree drape for me, "Suhana, pin," opening the door ajar, he takes the pins from the girls.

He pins up the saree in a free style drape and pins it carefully, "I'm going to get you pregnant as soon as possible, then I'll see how you'll hide my love." My eyes visibly widen at his remark. We got married yesterday. Where did pregnancy come from?

"Mar le ab bahar!" Sahil bellows from the room, Advik gives me one last glance from head to toe before walking out.

I blink my eyes, focusing on my image in the mirror. With a smile tugged on my face, I do my skincare routine and then remove extra accessories, keeping only what my husband asked me to— the bangles, the minimal heena on my hands and feet, sindoor and the chain around my neck. As I remove the layers of clothing, standing stark naked in front of the mirror, my throat dries; heart thumping loudly in my chest.

Even though I do feel like catching a quick shower, just thinking about him waiting for me; makes me quickly pull down the tiny lace & satin black dress over my naked body. I feel the heatness of my cheeks spread over my face and body. Tonight, it happens. Finally. And as much as I have been whining for it since so many years, when I'm finally going to walk out of the door and actually live in that moment, it makes the butterflies in my stomach go crazy.

Why am I so flushed? He's Advik. The man I have loved my entire life. The man I'm married to. How can I be shy from him?

Huffing out a shaky soundless sigh, I look myself in the mirror one last time before walking to the door, barefoot. As I unlatch the door, my heart beat drops, breaths getting quicker and deeper. My eyes lower to the ground, feeling his eyes trails down the length of my body.

"Fuck," he breathes, I feel him nearing me. His feet stops touching my toes. "Ye palake aaj jhuki kaise hai mere saamne?" The slight smile in his tone, warms my heart. The smile on my face stretching more.

"Aaj meri sherni shaant kaise?" His breath hits my face as he gently tilts my chin up, my eyes shut on their own. "Advik..." his name escapes under my breaths.

"Hmm, Advik ki jaan.." His hand wraps around my waist and he tugs me to his chest. The hardness of his torso rubbing against the softness of my body, I slide myself more into him, joining our bodies to our toes entirely. The moment that I feel him, feel him, my breaths lose somewhere between my nose and lungs.

"You feel what you're doing to me, hm?" He asks, rubbing his beard on my cheeks and dragging his jawline down to my neck. I wrap his hairs around my fingers, a huffed moan leaving my lips.

"Look at me." The shyness, the heat, the closeness, his smell and the feel of his body pressed against mine; making it hard for me to follow his instructions.

"Falak. Look me in the eyes." This time, I let my eyes fall open and turn my gaze to his face. His eyes go from lust to softness momentarily, before returning to lust spreading tingles in my lower body.

The next moment, I'm pressed to the bathroom door with his hand holding my waist and the other cupping my breast. I breathe out from between my lips, "Ad—" he gives the bosom a tight squeeze.

"Ah." I hum, closing my eyes and rubbing my thighs together when I feel little flutters of pulse down there.

Advik nibbles on my earlobes, "I can't wait to be inside you," he whispers.

"Ad-vik," I let out a whiny moan, nearing his lips but he doesn't let me kiss himself. "I'm going to fuck you, Falak. This is your time to say no if--" my eyes fly open at his sentence.

The hotness of the moment subsides, "If you don't fuck me tonight na, baby, I swear I'll kick you out of this bedroom." The warning makes him chuckle as his hand moves to the other bosom.

"This might be my favourite night dress," he says ignoring what I said as his teasing hand squeeze the flesh of my hips. The other one doing the same with not the other bosom. I cross my ankles, he looks down to my feet; chuckling at my impatience.

To take his attention away from my actions, I say, "You haven't even seen the rest yet."

"I don't need to, I know this is the best one since it made to Paris from its hiding back at Khanna house." My eyes widen a bit at what he's hinting.

"How do you know?"

He shrugs, "You know I'm curious when it comes to you and your stuff." I shake head, narrowing eyes at his grinning face.

I tsk, feigning disappointment. "No manners! Going through a girl's stuff."

"None at all when it comes to my girl, and especially when she's being suspicious over a shopping bag." He agrees, shamelessly. "Now shush!" He breathes, leaning down a bit and carrying me; my feet dangling in the air as he carries me to the bed.

Haayeeee! My fictional heart is satiated through and through.

I garland my arms around his neck, our gaze stays clashed. "Oh, how I want this night to never end." He mumbles nearing my face and teasing my bottom lip and chin with his tongue, I try to bite it between my teeth but he never lets me; hovering around to tease. The wetness of his tongue leaving behind cool trails.

He drops me on the bed, following soon after over me; I feel the tiny satin dress slip aside. His eyes stays on my face but his soft, gentle fingers starts exploring. I run my hand down his spine from the back of neck to the hem of his vest, I tug it up and he lets me take it out. His hands parting my thighs and settling between them like he belongs there. He does. Only him.

"F..Falak.." he breathes, I hum; feathering kisses on his shoulder blades.

"Can I...go down?" I bite down on my lips, we share a look and when I slightly nod; the winning smile on his face overwhelms me. Years and years of celibacy, yet this man hasn't tried to put his desire over my comfort or consent.

"Please..." I make sure he's aware of my desires wrecking havoc inside me. My husband should know I'm desperate for him as he is for me. I have been waiting for this as long and as desperately as him.

I widen my legs further, he inhales my next breaths; our lips clashing together. While he kisses not my lips but my souls and steals not my breaths but my heartbeats which has already been his since I walked into that class many years ago. I hold the waistband of his shorts and he helps me push them down with his briefs. While kissing, his both hands holds both of my bosoms and he squeezes them so hard, my body writhes under him in absolute pleasure and craving for more such jolts.

We break the kiss, breathing harsh and deep, joining our foreheads. I flutter my eyes open feeling his deep gaze on my face, something unsaid is said from those deep eyes of his. I collect some saliva and gulp it down to wet my throat, as his heated, passionate and lusty eyes starts sweeping my body; lingering on my chest.

I huff out a gasping breath when his eyes widen a bit and lips part; I follow his gaze to see the dress has not only moved but piled up on my waist; leaving me stark naked and showing my lady parts since I hadn't any undergarments on. Feeling my eyes on his face, he blinks up at me.

His lips ticks up in a smirk making my heated and flushed face stain red more than it already is, "Waxing and all, haan?" He doesn't touch where I want him to, dragging the tip of this fingers from the mid of thighs to ankles. With them already parted enough, I know he can see it all with the way his hungry and greedy eyes stays locked to that one spot. The cool air hitting my wet and warm core.

I let out a whiny sound, "Advik... do something na," pouting at him, I clench my muscles down there. He looks at it so fascinated, I repeat the action once more. He lifts his hand from my ankles, bringing them closer to the spot I want him to.

"Fuck, it's soaking!" He mutters, pushing his knees back and lowering his face down to where I'm almost eagle spread. The first time, the very first time that he touches me down there; it will be forever printed in my head. He so-very-gently parts the lips open with both this index fingers and thumbs. With my eyes frozen on his face and his on to his dug on my parts, he first takes a long whiff making my eyes almost pop out and then the next moment, his tongue takes a lick from down to up, knocking the breath out of me.

I curl up with a jolt, his hand moves to my navel from the vulva, he pushes me back down; continuously lapping down there. "Ad-v.." My words break and voice shakes, I push my fingers in his hairs. He hums, licking and teasing like he's having his favourite meal or icecream.

My stomach clenches under his warm hand as his tongue continues torturing both the vaginal opening and clitoris. I breathe his name in broken and breathless words, a complete writhing mess. The intensity of his sucking and licking increases snatching my entirety away with each tiny flick of tongue and bite of teeth. He doesn't just lick or tease, he feasts. Humming, moaning and savouring me thoroughly. I tug on his hair, breathless and dizzy from what's coiling in my stomach. The feeling not new to me but the way this is happening tonight, definitely new.

Phone sex days are so fucking behind us! Never those, ever again.

A ecstatic screams gasps out of my lips when for the first time, I feel his fingers penetrating. I don't bother opening my eyes, the feeling so great and pleasurable. I push his face more into my core, he chuckles at my impatience and desperation. I focus on chasing my climax.

It happens, the waves of pleasure reach the high point and I fall apart; swaying in absolute delight. As my body returns to the soft rhythm with safety; I notice myself and the surroundings. My eyes tightly closed yet, I feel the drops of tears and sweat trailing down my face. My breaths leaving in huge gasp as I try catching on and calming down the racing heart. His face still feeling warm between my legs but not teasing my core anymore, instead feathering gentle kisses on my thighs to slowly bring me back to land from wherever he had sent me with his tongues and finger. The clitoris thumping, pulsating in sync with my heartbeats and the muscles of my abdomen slowly loosening.

Gently I part my lips, and soften my hold on his hairs. Our eyes meet and the soft smile on his face, calms my heart down making me feel safe, warm and held. His thumb grazes my thighs, "More or you wanna take tonight off?" he softly whispers, keeping his jaw over my thigh. I move my fingers from his hairs to forehead, sweeping away the sweat beads.

"I've had enough nights off after that silly promise, tonight, I want us to merge into one."

"Mera pyaar tere jism ka mohtaaj nahi, Bugu." My heart flutters more, eyes ready to shed some tears but I decide playing with him, "hato phir... mere jism ka mohtaaj nahi--"

"Ayyy!" He pins me to the bed, now hovering over my body. I chuckle at his wide eyes, "kar lene de yaar," he cribs, nuzzling into my cheeks.

"You're the one who wanted to take tonight off." I caress his naked back with my nails, he squirms under my soft touches, his length digging on my thigh.

"Bare?" He confirms even though we already discussed this long time ago. I wanted us to feel each other without any barrier. He also didn't let me get on any other source of protection because of my hormonal issues, not wanting anything to side effect.

He forces his entire weight on the left elbow, lifting his weight; I get a glimpse of his length and get scared for a moment but quickly change my expression. This lovesick husband of mine will decide to not do it. I'll take some moments of discomfort instead, thankyou.

I watch him wet his three fingers with his saliva and rub that on to the head of the length which is already oozing out pre-cum. My throat dries just watching him prepare himself to do it, fucking finally!

He adjust his lower body between my legs, according to our height, from eye to eye we go eye to chest. He holds the head of it right outside my vaginal opening, "P-Pa..," he gulps before adding in extremely low whisper, almost inaudible, "part your legs more." I follow his instruction, both of us breathing heavily. He looks down to my eyes, when I blink, he slowly starts pushing in.

Our mouth part open, gasping as my body lets him intrude; a little uneasily. I make sure to not show much on my face, not wanting him to stop. "Advu..." my nails dig in deeper in his back.

"You okay, baby?" He freezes his movements altogether.

"Please... do it na." I mumble through clenched jaw.

"Gently, baby, let's take our time, okay?" A part of me want to kick hands and legs in hair at this absolute fine man I have been blessed with but the other one, the hoe part in me wants him to fuck me senseless.

In my defense, I am an avid dark romance reader.

I'm very new into this physical thing, but being in this moment with the man of my heart; I know for sure that this is how love is. Not hasty like how they show in books and movies, it is based on the pace of both your physical comfort and emotional connection. Intimacy with your one true love hits different. You only not let him enter your body part but also let him peek into some very dark parts of your soul that you keep hidden from even yourself. Sex with my husband, did totally awaken and lulled me to the depths and heights.

He pushes in another bit of length, I let out a soft hiss. "Bas thoda sa aur, jaanu." He consoles, breathlessly, his jaw tightly closed. I can't even imagine the misery he might be in for my comfort. I know for a fact that this tightness --especially the first time tightness around their length is extremely pleasurable--but him holding back for me makes me fall in love with him more. Right there, I know my husband will never, never, put his pleasure over my will and ease.

I wrap my legs around his waist and continue stroking his back with my hands. When the flutters and tingles return back to the clitoris and the dull ache fades, I whisper kissing his chest, "it doesn't hurt that much now."

He looks me in the eyes and when he trusts my words enough, he gives a slight nod and moves himself. This time I help him pulling in closer with my legs on his waist. "Falak..." He groans taking a mouthful of the skin on my jaw and squeezing one of the bosom with one hand.

With one last quick thrust, he pushes in completely, our skin joining together. My body moving up from the force of the last thrust, he dips his face in the crook of my neck. Hands kneading my breasts as he softly pulls away inch by inch, leaving me empty and breathless. He lifts his face from my neck, our eyes clashing together and locked in that eye lock as he thrusts in all the way back in; we both gasp each other's name. I meet his lips, closing the tiny gaps between our faces.

His hands moves away, stroking the length of my hand. I bring them to the bed from his back and he threads our fingers together, taking our tangled hands over my head and going crazy. The thrusts are quick, deep and fierce. I feel him deep in my stomach. Our mingled breaths, sweaty bodies, slapping of our skins together and heavy, breathless grunts and moans the only thing wrapped around each of my sense. His intoxicating smell caging me from all sides, as he moves harder, faster and quicker; chasing his climax --for the first time in my body.

"F--Fuck.. Advi.." My voice breaks as the knot in my stomach tightens, making my body quiver under him.

"I know... baby, I know... right--right there behind you. Argh!" He grunts, leaving a sloppy bite on my ear. Our laced together fingers get tighter, our breaths heavy and almost lost as we just focus on reaching the heights of our pleasure. For the first time probably, focused on our own rather than our partners'.

The knot in my stomach releases first and I almost curl under him, yelling at my loudest, "Advik!"

"Baby... Baby.... Babyyy..." He chants, breathlessly, moving even faster and deeper, and I feel myself shake under him when his abdomen hits my clitoris with each of his thrust.

"Fa...Falak... Falak.." He untangles one of our hands and starts squashing my breast, thrusting unstoppably.

The chants of my name turns to throaty growling roar, "Falak!" the last thrust is deeper, so deep, I move some good inches upwards. His hand crushing my breast in one and the other crushing my hand; I feel his nails biting into the back of my hand as the warmness of his seeds jerks inside me, one spurt at a time.

We both breathlessly stay in that same position for a while. Just cuddled up into each other, catching our breaths. He starts feathering kisses on my neck to jaw and then cheeks. Gently stroking my breasts as if to help the ache fade away. "I love you," I murmur, suddenly exhausted.

"I love you more Bugu." He kisses the tip of my nose, I hum, relaxing under him. I feel him slowly sliding out of me and a dull burning sensation awakens around the entrance of my vagina.

When I feel him sitting down beside me, I lazily blink my eyes open, "hm?"

"Don't sleep." He mutters, pushing hands under my back and thighs, scooping.

"It'll burn if I pee." I complaint, tightening my hold on his body when we reach the toilet seat.

"Just for a moment, baby, but it's necessary for your lady bits' health." He coos, feathering tiny smooches on my face and lips.

I let out a whiny voice but do as told, he tries to move away but I hold his finger, wanting him close. Hissing at the burn I quickly get over with it.

After rinsing my lower body, he takes out some amount of the prescribed gel and applies it on my vulva. He picks me in his arms and takes me back to the bed. I lay cozied under the blanket while he finishes up his business before returning to bed and holding me close.

"You okay?" He asks, rubbing my back with soothing hands.

"So tired." I mumble nuzzling more into him.

"Good night, bugu. I love you jaan." I hear him say but sleep takes me away before I can reply.

Happy new year guys.

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