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A A H A N'S P O V:
I pulled back, both of us panting heavily, her breath mingling with mine in the electrified air. Her lips, still swollen from the kiss, trembled slightly, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
Without giving her or myself a chance to recover, I let my fingers trace a feather-light line down her collarbone, my touch barely grazing her heated skin. Her eyes followed my movement, wide and dark, as if every brush of my fingers left a trail of fire in its wake. I could feel the pulse of her anticipation, matching my own frantic heartbeat.
In one swift motion, I grasped the hem of her top and pulled it over her head, tossing it aside with little regard. My gaze locked onto the sight before me, and my breath hitched. The air between us grew thick, charged with desire, as my eyes roamed over her now bare chest.
She wasn't wearing a bra.
"Aaahhhaaannnn," her voice muffled as she was trying to catch her breath.
A slow, almost predatory smile tugged at my lips as I took in the soft, perfect curves of her breasts, rising and falling with her rapid breaths. The way her hardened peaks stood at attention made something primal stir inside me.
Desire gripped me hard, winding tight around my chest, and I swallowed thickly, my mouth suddenly dry.
"Why aren't you wearing a bra, butterfly?" My voice was rough, a low growl that vibrated through the air between us.
I want her. No. I need her.
The intensity of my need startled me and shook me to my core. She was mine- had always been mine, even before I'd laid a hand on her. Now, with her lying beneath me, vulnerable and trembling, I felt an overwhelming urge to claim her as mine again completely.
I cupped her breasts in my hands, the softness yielding under my touch, moulding to my palms as if they belonged there. And they did.
A sweet, breathless moan slipped from her lips, her head falling back as her eyes fluttered closed. Her body was responding to me, submitting to the pleasure only I could give her. The thought sent a thrill of satisfaction through me.
My thumbs brushed over her hardened peaks, and I squeezed, gently at first, watching her arch into my hands with a needy whimper. Her back lifted off the bed, offering herself to me, her nipples brushing against my palms, sending jolts of electricity down both our spines.
"Tell me, butterfly," I growled, my voice dripping with possession, "why aren't you wearing a bra?" I squeezed again, harder this time, watching with dark satisfaction as her body responded with a sharp intake of breath, her back arching further.
She couldn't even form a coherent response. Her eyes were hazy with lust, her lips parted as she panted, lost to the waves of pleasure I was sending through her body. I could feel her trembling beneath my touch, her vulnerability lying bare before me.
"I-I-" she stuttered, her voice a mere whisper, trembling with the weight of her desire.
I didn't let her finish. I leaned down, my mouth closing over one of her peaks, my lips capturing her sensitive nipple as I lavished it with slow, deliberate attention.
A loud moan escaped her lips.
My tongue flicked out to taste her, the sweetness of her skin invading my senses, driving me deeper into madness.
Her body trembled beneath me, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer, desperate for more. She was falling apart in my hands, and I revelled in it, feeding off her need like a man starved. Every gasp, every whimper, every soft, broken cry that slipped from her lips only fueled the fire burning inside me.
I sucked harder on her sensitive nipple, feeling the way her body arched into me, her moans growing louder, more frantic. Her nails scraped against my scalp, tugging at my hair as her hips shifted beneath me, her body instinctively searching for more.
My fingers rolling and pinching her other nipple as I continued to suck first.
I bit on her nipple and she screamed, "Ahhh, Aahannnn..." I bit harder again and again started sucking her breast.
I released her nipple with a pop, only to switch to the other, lavishing it with the same attention, as my hands continued to knead her breasts, squeezing and teasing them, claiming them as mine.
Her whimpers were like music to my ears, each sound igniting the flame inside me, pushing me to the edge of control. I needed more. I needed all of her.
I moved lower, trailing my lips across her skin, tasting the sweet saltiness of her body, savouring the way she shuddered beneath me with every kiss.
My hands never left her breasts, still cupping and squeezing, relishing the way they fit perfectly in my hands.
As I hovered over her lower belly, my tongue flicked out, swirling around her navel, tasting her, teasing her, sending ripples of desire through her trembling form. Her breaths came in rapid, shallow gasps, her chest heaving with the force of her desire.
My hands slid down her body, my fingers trailing over her smooth, heated skin, until they finally reached her bare, dripping sex. I cupped her in my hand. A soft cry escaped her lips as my fingers brushed against her slick folds, her hips jerking forward, desperate for more.
"You're already so wet for me, butterfly," I murmured against her belly, my voice rough with desire, the words vibrating through her body.
My thumb found her clit, brushing over it with slow, deliberate strokes, teasing her, torturing her, drawing out the pleasure until she was trembling beneath me, her body begging for release. But I wasn't done with her yet.
I slid my longer finger inside her, feeling her heat envelop me, her walls clenching tight around me as she gasped, her back arching off the bed. Her moans were louder now, her voice raw with need.
"Aahannn," she cried out, my name falling from her lips like a prayer.
I love the way my name sounds on her tongue and the way her voice trembles with need. It's intoxicating, addictive.
Her eyes squeezed shut, her hands clutching the sheets as her walls clenched around my finger, so tight, so eager. I added a second finger, stretching her further, feeling her walls pulse around me as I curled my fingers inside her, searching for that sweet spot that would drive her wild.
"Aaaahhhhhhhhh," she cried, her voice raw with pleasure as I found it, pressing against it with every thrust of my fingers. My thumb circling her clit.
I leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss, my tongue tangling with hers as I continued to thrust my fingers inside her, driving her closer to the edge. Her moans were muffled against my mouth, her body trembling beneath me as I took her higher, pushing her closer and closer to the brink of release.
My lips left hers only to hover over her ear, my breath hot against her skin as I whispered,
"Butterfly, don't scream too much. We don't want to let the servants downstairs know how badly you want me, do we?"
She shook her head vigorously, her breaths coming in frantic gasps, her body writhing beneath me as I continued to pleasure her with my fingers, relentless in my pursuit to bring her to the edge.
Her hips bucked against my hand, her moans growing louder, more desperate as she chased the release that I was so cruelly keeping just out of reach. I could feel her trembling beneath me, her orgasm so close, the tension in her body winding tighter and tighter with every flick of my thumb, every thrust of my fingers.
And just as she was about to tip over the edge, I withdrew my hand, leaving her teetering on the brink, a desperate, broken whimper escaping her lips.
"Aahan!" she cried out, her voice frantic, her hands reaching for me, desperate to pull me back.
I chuckled darkly, leaning down to brush my lips against hers, savouring the way her breath hitched as I teased her lower lip with my teeth.
"I wouldn't dream of it," I murmured, my voice low and rough. "But I want you to beg for it, Mishti. I want to hear how much you need me."
Her eyes, dark with lust and frustration, glared up at me, but the desperation was clear in the way her body trembled, her hips arching off the bed as if she could pull me back inside her with sheer willpower.
"Please," she whimpered, her voice barely a whisper, her hands clutching at me. "I need you, Aahan, please..."
"Not like this, butterfly. Beg like you used to do before." My lips curled into a smirk as I leaned back against the headrest beside her, watching her with dark amusement as she struggled to find her voice, her body trembling with need.
"Aahan please," she gasped, her voice ragged, her eyes filled with desperation.
"Ummhh, can be a little bit better. Try again," I teased, enjoying her neediness, watching the way her body writhed beneath me, desperate for more.
"Aahannnn!!" she screamed in frustration, her voice filled with raw desperation.
I pressed my finger to her lips, silencing her. "Sshhh, butterfly, I know you need this, but I don't think you want to give the house workers a show, do you?"
"Aahhh, hubby, please, please, hubby. I'm begging you," she gasped, her fingers gripping my wrist tightly, desperation pouring from her every word. Her black eyes pleading bore into mine.
"That's better, my sweet wifey," I replied, a wicked smirk curling my lips as satisfaction flooded through me at her plea.
With teasing slowness, I slid my pants down, letting them pool on the floor. My boxers followed suit, leaving me exposed and ready, my hard member standing at attention for her. I hovered over her.
She was a delicate flower. But no she is my butterfly. Only mine.
Mine to love, mine to care, mine to claim.
"Tell me, butterfly," I said, my voice low and sultry, locking my gaze with hers, "did you miss this? Did you miss me?"
She nodded.
Positioning myself between her trembling thighs, I teased the tip of my cock against her slick entrance, revelling in the way her body reacted. I pulled back just enough to see the frustration flicker in her eyes.
"Aahan, God swear, I'll kill you if you leave me hanging like this," she moaned, gripping my wrists tighter, her desperation only fueling my desire. I chuckled darkly at her threat, loving the way her body betrayed her.
I pressed against her again, my hardness brushing against her warmth. "Want me, butterfly?" I asked, my voice dripping with teasing seduction.
She nodded vigorously, her eyes wide with yearning, pleading.
"I think we should reconsider this," I taunted, enjoying the way her body writhed beneath me. "You were pushing me away earlier. Are you sure you want this?"
"Aaahhhhhaaaannn!" she groaned, frustration mingling with desire, her hands wrapping around my neck as she pulled me closer, her lips crashing against mine. The taste of her urgency set me ablaze.
"I'm not sure you really want it," I teased, my cock brushing against her entrance, sending shockwaves through her body. "I think you can beg a little harder for me, Mishti.β
She let out a frustrated cry, her hands reaching down to grip my shoulder, trying to pull me closer to where she needed me most. But I wasn't going to let her take control. This was my game, and I was going to make sure she played by my rules.
Her eyes fluttered open, dazed with need, and she locked her gaze on mine. Her lips trembled as she whispered, "I'm yours, Aahan... I've always been yours. Please... take me."
"Please, hubby, please," she whimpered, her breath hot and needy against my skin. That simple plea shattered my restraint.
Without hesitation, I thrust deep inside her, relishing the gasp that escaped her lips as I stretched her completely. Her nails scraped down my back, her legs wrapping around my waist, urging me to go deeper.
"No, butterfly, keep your thighs on my shoulders," I commanded, pushing her legs back against her chest, exposing her fully to me.
"I won't be gentle, sweetheart," I warned, the promise laced with a thrilling edge and without giving her the time to adjust my large dick in her small pussy I began to thrust deeper. Her walls clenched around me, an intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure escaping her lips in desperate cries.
"Say you want it, say you need this, butterfly," I teased, my voice dripping with lust as I watched her eyes roll back in ecstasy.
"I-I wan-want you, hubby," she stammered, her voice a desperate plea that sent shivers of satisfaction coursing through me. Her back arched, her thick thighs resting against my shoulders, begging for more.
I could see the conflict in her eyes, the sweet tension between need and restraint. "Use your words, butterfly. Tell me just how much you crave me. Let me hear you beg for it," I coaxed, thrusting harder, relishing the way she squirmed beneath me.
"I need you! I need you now!" she cried her desperation a delicious melody that spurred me on.
I grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head with one of my hands; my other hand grabbed her small waist tightly as I was ramming into her relentlessly. The room was filled with the sound of our moans, her screams, and the wet sounds of our bodies slapping against each other.
She was trying to free her hands but my grip was holding them in place.
"Why do you want your wrists to be freed, butterfly?" I asked and thrust into her again. Harder this time.
"I think we should have a little fun, don't you?" I teased, my smirk dark and filled with lust. I shifted my angle, driving deeper into her as I hit her g-spot, and her body responded instantly, quaking with pleasure.
"Oh my God!" she gasped, her back arching as waves of bliss coursed through her. "Just like that! Please, don't stop!"
I captured her lips in a heated kiss, swallowing her moans as our bodies moved together in perfect harmony. "You're beautiful when you lose control," I whispered against her mouth, my hands gripping her hips as I drove into her with purpose.
With every thrust, I felt her walls clench around me, coaxing me further into her depths. "Come for me, butterfly. Let me feel you," I urged, my voice a low growl. "Let go of everything and just feel."
Her breath hitched, her body tensing as she teetered on the brink. She moaned. The urgency in her voice sent my heart racing, and I thrust harder, chasing my own release as well.
"Let go for me, baby. I want to feel you shatter around me," I growled, my voice thick with desire. With one final thrust, I felt her body explode in pleasure, her orgasm washing over her like a tidal wave.
"Aaahhhh!" she cried out, her body trembling as she clung to me, and I could feel her walls pulsing around my cock, driving me wild. It was too much. I couldn't hold back any longer.
With a final, deep thrust, I let go, my seed spilling inside her filling her completely.
I pulled out of her, fully spent, panting heavily, I lay beside her. We both were drenched with sweat trying to catch our breath.
I was staring at the ceiling. After some time, I started to speak, "I am sorry, I just got caught up in the moment. Sorry for this." I got no response and I continued,
"I don't know why aren't you trusting me. Just please hear me once. Please." My voice calm, I waited for a response, but I again got none. I turned my head to look at her. And she had already slept.
A low chuckle left my mouth.
My butterfly. My wife. My home. My everything.
I went into the attached bathroom of her room and came out with a damp towel. I cleaned her. She was still sleeping peacefully.
I went back into the bathroom to leave that towel and came back to her after washing my face.
I lay beside her, snuggled her, my arm draped over her waist.
"I love you, my wifey." I pressed a kissed a kiss to her temple, inhaling the scent of her hair. Tears glistened at the corner of my eyes. And I didn't know when I drifted off to sleep.
