My love🌶️
Her breaths came heavy now, ragged pants that filled the room, and I noticed her nipples hardening into tight peaks, begging for attention she didn't even know how to ask for.
She was too innocent to understand why her body was reacting like this, why those little buds ached under my gaze.
God, she was beautiful, vulnerable, and utterly mine.
"Ahhhhhhh.....please do.....something,"
she desperately pleaded, her voice a whimper that shot straight to my groin, making my cock twitch painfully.
I murmured, my voice rough with restraint, smiling at her as I positioned my hand to slide under the saree, my fingers itching to touch her.
But just as I was about to move my finger toward her panty, she grabbed my hand in a vice grip, her eyes huge.
I gulped hard, my throat dry, staring at her in disbelief. Is she serious?
She shook her head strictly, her face turning a deeper shade of red. "No, you can't."
I asked, trying to keep my voice steady, though confusion and arousal warred inside me.
She pouted, tears welling up in her eyes, making my heart twist.
Her voice cracked as she said it, and then she burst into soft sobs, hiding her face partially behind her hands. She said it while crying.
I soothed immediately, shifting up to cup her face gently, wiping away a tear with my thumb. Seeing her like this, so raw and worried, made me want to protect her even more.
she sniffled, her lower lip trembling.
I pulled her closer, stroking her hair, my other hand rubbing soothing circles on her bare back.
"But it looks bad," she protested, peeking at me through her lashes, her voice small and vulnerable.
I shushed her softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
"So... you don't have any problem if I didn't shave?"
She let out a little 'oh' sound, like a sigh of relief, wiping her tears with the back of her hand.
I smiled wide, chuckling at her adorable logic. "Ohhh, my my kitten. Sure."
"Okay, I don't mind keeping a servant for that work which I am scared of,"she added with a shy grin, her tears drying as she relaxed a bit.
I chuckled deeper. "Sure, my lady. Your servant will always be at your service massage, shave, whatever you command."
Her giggle was like music, lightening the heavy air, but then as I leaned down again, my fingers hooking into the waistband of her panty under the saree, ready to slide it off, she screamed.
I flinched back, heart jumping. "What happened?"
She fidgeted, her face crumpling again.
"What?" I prompted gently, concern flooding me as she squirmed.
She buried her face in her hands, voice muffled and panicked. "I... think I......... peed in my panty."
I was shocked for a split second, my eyes widening because I knew damn well she hadn't peed.
That wetness I could sense was something else entirely, her body's natural response to the pleasure building.
But seeing her mortified, I replied instantly, keeping my tone calm and reassuring.
"No, no, it's not what you're thinking."
she wailed, peeking out with tear-streaked cheeks.
"I am telling you, I did it!"
She slapped her hands over her face again, crying harder.
"It's too embarrassing to pee in front of my husband!
What kind of wife am I? First, hairy jungle down there, now flooding the bed like a broken tap!
Pati-ji, I swear, it's like my body's betraying me maybe I drank too much water during dinner, or the ghosts from the haveli cursed my bladder! "
I bit back a laugh at her dramatic flair, even as my heart ached for her innocence.
"It's not like that, kitten. Come on, look at me." I gently pried her hands away, holding her gaze. "You didn't pee."
"It's like that only, Pati-ji! You won't understand," she insisted, her voice rising in a mix of sobs and frustration, her chest heaving.
"I never did like this I'm supposed to be good girl, like those heroines in films, not a leaky fountain on our first night!"
"Devyani, listen to me," I said firmly but kindly, cupping her cheeks to stop her spiraling.
She blurted it all out in one frantic rush, her words tumbling like a waterfall of emotions tears streaming down her face, her body trembling with a hilarious mix of embarrassment, confusion, and that underlying desperation.
I couldn't help but chuckle softly mid-way through her rant.
"Oh, my sweet, crazy kitten," I murmured, kissing the top of her head while stroking her back.
"You're not broken. This is all normal, I promise. And yeah, it's a bit funny how your mind works, comparing it to monkeys and curses, but that's what makes you you. Let me teach you, okay? Step by step. No judgments, no embarrassment just us, figuring it out together."
She sniffled into my skin, her cries turning to shaky laughs as the tension eased, her hands clutching my shoulders like I was her anchor in this wild storm of sensations.
I hugged her tightly, pulling Devyani's trembling body against mine.
The soft press of her breasts against my hard chest felt surreal, like a dream I never wanted to wake from.
Her warmth seeped into me, but the hitch in her breaths told me she was still crying, still overwhelmed by everything unfolding between us.
My fingers traced gentle circles on her back, hoping the soothing motion would ease her tears.
God, I felt terrible seeing her like this. I wished I could wave away whatever weirdness or fear was swirling in her innocent mind.
She was my little wife, so pure and untouched, and the last thing I wanted was to push her too far.
I murmured, my voice steady despite the ache building inside me.
I said it to reassure her, even though every fiber of me screamed not to end it. But I couldn't let my desire overpower her not when she was crying, not when her innocence meant I had to protect her from myself.
She lifted her eyes from my chest to my face, her nose red and puffy, tears glistening in those wide, trusting eyes. My heart twisted at the sight.
she whispered, her voice small and fragile.
I replied quickly, cupping her cheek. "It's just... I don't want you to feel discomfort. You're everything to me, Devyani. My beautiful little wife. Tell me what you're feeling I'll listen, and we'll go at your pace. If it's too much, we stop. Always."
She pouted, her lips trembling, but there was a spark of determination in her gaze.
"But I want to explore this new feeling. You always stop in the middle, and tonight... I don't want you to stop."
Damn, her words hit me like a punch.
My cock hardened instantly, straining against my pants as her innocence wrapped around that plea.
She had no idea what she was doing to me, how her curiosity ignited a fire I barely contained.
I curled my fist into the bedsheet, gripping it hard to steady myself.
Calm, Rivan. Calm. I took a deep breath, forcing control. She was too precious to lose it now.
Then she shifted, her voice soft but resolute. "Wait, let me make you feel the same. Then you'll know how I'm feeling."
Before I could respond, she leaned down and pressed her lips to my chest, trailing kisses over my skin.
Her mouth moved lower, soft and tentative, kissing my abs with a curiosity that made my blood roar.
My dick throbbed painfully, swelling harder with each brush of her lips.
Fuck. I inhaled deeply, trying to anchor myself as sweat beaded on my forehead.
My breaths came heavy, ragged.
She was sitting on my lap now, her breasts fully exposed, nipples brushing against me as she kissed my body.
It was driving me insane, her innocence turning me so damn hard I could barely think.
"Did you get that same feeling?" she asked, lifting her head innocently. "Same pain in your abdomen?"
How could I explain it? Yeah, it was throbbing badly.
But I couldn't scare her with details. Instead, I held the back of her neck gently and pulled her up, kissing her harder. My tongue slipped into her mouth, nibbling and teasing hers to chase away the last of her tears.
I kissed her salty tears from her cheeks, then her closed eyes. "Shhhhh," I whispered, my lips brushing her skin.
"Yeah, I'm feeling the same. It pains me too, baby. But it's a good pain, one that means I want you so much. You're safe with me I'll show you everything slowly, make sure you understand every step. Feel my heart? It's beating for you."
I whispered near her ear, nipping the sensitive lobe lightly before trailing kisses down her neck.
My mouth found the valley between her two breasts, sucking gently on the soft skin there.
She moaned, a sweet, breathy sound that filled the room and stoked the desire raging inside me. Her head arched back, exposing more of her throat.
"Ahhh... mmmmmm," she whimpered, her body responding instinctively.
My fingers circled her waist, tracing the curve of her hips as I worked the knot of her petticoat loose.
She was so lost in the sensations that she didn't even notice at first. Gently, while distracting her with more kisses soft ones on her collarbone, her shoulders I slipped my hand inside the fabric.
Her eyes flew open wide, a shocking mix of surprise and confusion flashing across her face. She tensed, her breath catching.
I soothed immediately, my voice low and reassuring. "I'll promise, if you feel hurt or uncomfortable, I'll stop. Okay? This is just me touching you, exploring you like you want to explore me. It's natural,kitte your body knows what to do. Trust me? Tell me if it's too much."
She nodded hesitantly, her cheeks flushing deep red.
I knew this was her first time she must feel embarrassed, confused, like the world was tilting under her.
But she's my little wife, so beautiful in her vulnerability, her trust making her glow even brighter in my eyes.
Slowly, I parted her folds, feeling the warmth of her core, already slick with wetness that surprised even me.
I entered one finger gently, pressing into her tight heat, massaging the inner walls with slow, careful strokes.
She was so snug, her innocence evident in every flutter around me.
Her wetness coated my finger, making it easier to move, and I curled it slightly to rub against that sensitive spot inside.
She moaned loudly then, a raw, uninhibited sound that echoed in the quiet room.
Her nervousness showed in the way her nails dug into my shoulders, scratching lightly as her body trembled. "Pati ji... ahh... what... it's..." she gasped between moans, her voice breaking with each one.
She was moaning badly now, lost in the overload, her hips twitching involuntarily.
I said softly, kissing her forehead. "That's your vagina,kitten. I'm touching it, making it feel good. Breathe let it build. You're doing so well."
I withdrew my finger just enough to circle her clit, that swollen nub at her core.
My fingertip traced slow, deliberate circles around it, pressing lightly at first, then with a bit more pressure as her moans grew louder.
The slickness made it glide easily, her arousal building with each rotation clockwise, then counterclockwise, teasing the edges before dipping over the top.
She went crazy under my touch, her body writhing helplessly, emotions crashing over her like waves.
Nervousness made her eyes dart to mine, wide with a mix of fear and wonder scared of the intensity, but loving the new sparks of pleasure shooting through her.
Suddenly, overwhelmed, she buried her face in my neck and bit down, her teeth sinking into my skin.
I winced at the sharp sting, but I didn't say a word, didn't pull away. Instead, I held her closer with my free hand, gentle and supportive, while my other continued its rhythm under her panties circling her clit faster now, feeling it pulse under my touch.
Her scratches deepened on my shoulders, her moans turning into desperate cries as she clung to me, riding the edge of something new and terrifyingly beautiful.
I kept whispering encouragements, my heart swelling with love for this innocent woman who trusted me to guide her through it all.
I felt a sudden wave of nervousness crash over me, my heart pounding not just from desire but from uncertainty.
What was going on in her mind?
Was Devyani feeling good now, better than before, or was she still nervous, overwhelmed by these new sensations?
Did she want to stop, or was she riding this wave with me?
Fuck, I didn't know, and it gnawed at me.
I wished I could read her thoughts like an open book, peel back the layers of her innocence to ensure she wasn't uncomfortable.
The last thing I wanted was for my little wife to associate me with anything but safety and love.
She was so pure, so trusting, and I had to get this right for her, for us.
Then she winced, a sharp little sound that cut through my haze like a knife. "Ouch," she breathed, her body tensing around my finger.
I instantly stopped moving, pulling back just enough to ease the pressure. Shit, fuck I'd been so lost in my own swirling thoughts that I'd hurt her without realizing. Panic surged in my chest.
"Sorry, sorry, baby, I'm sorry," I murmured urgently, my voice thick with regret. I cupped her face gently, searching her eyes.
She nodded through her ragged breaths, her cheeks flushed. "Yeah... a little."
I asked, my thumb stroking her cheekbone softly, ready to pull away completely if that's what she needed.
She just gave me that adorable pout, her lower lip jutting out in a way that screamed she didn't want to end this, even if words failed her.
I didn't press her further I knew pushing for an answer might embarrass her, make her retreat into that shell of shyness.
So, I nodded, easing back into a gentler rhythm, my finger moving with feather-light strokes inside her slick heat, careful not to overwhelm.
But then she surprised me, leaning in and pressing her lips to mine.
The touch ignited something primal, awakening the bull inside me that I'd been chaining down.
Her kiss deepened, tentative at first but growing bolder, our tongues colliding in a hungry dance.
Saliva mingled between us, warm and intimate, as I tasted her sweetness mixed with the salt of her earlier tears.
The kiss pulled me under, and I couldn't hold back I started pacing my finger a little faster, matching the urgency building between us.
She moaned loudly into my mouth, the sound vibrating against my lips, breaking the kiss for a gasp.
"Ahhhhhhh... ummmmm," she cried out, her voice a melody of confusion and pleasure.
she managed between moans, her words fragmented, her body arching into my touch.
I smiled internally, a rush of warmth flooding my chest. She was loving this truly feeling it without discomfort twisting her features.
What could be better than that?
Seeing my wife, my little confused troublemaker, safe and open with me? It was my biggest achievement, the pinnacle of my entire life.
She'd chosen me to guide her through this, and the trust in her eyes made me feel like the luckiest man alive.
Damn, her scratching was harsh no doubt my shoulders would be red and marked by morning, little crescents from her nails digging in as pleasure overtook her.
And fuck, it excited me, the thought of those beautiful marks as proof of her passion, etched by her hands on my skin. So damn hot, a secret badge of our intimacy.
Her hips began to move on their own, rocking against my hand in instinctive rhythm, her breasts jiggling softly with each shift.
I couldn't resist I reached up with my free hand and cupped one, squeezing the soft mound gently, my thumb brushing over her hardened nipple.
She went crazy then, her moans turning sharper, her body bucking wildly.
'Ahhhhh... please... something... ahhh, is happe...'
she stammered, her words dissolving into whimpers as her inner walls clenched tighter around my finger.
I realized it instantly she was on the edge, about to release, her body chasing that peak but her innocent mind unable to name it.
She needed faster, more intensity, even if she couldn't voice it.
So, I gave it to her, pumping my finger quicker, curling it to hit that spot inside her core that made her gasp, my thumb now joining to rub firm circles over her clit.
Her release hit like a storm.
She shattered around me, her core pulsing and flooding with fresh wetness, her cries peaking in a long, trembling 'Ahhhhh!' before she collapsed into my arms.
I was breathing fast too, my chest heaving as I held her close, our sweaty skin sticking together, her heavy breaths mingling with mine in the humid air.
She buried her face into my neck, her hot exhales tickling my skin, and I wrapped my arms around her, savoring the afterglow.
Gently, I withdrew my finger from her core, and she winced again, a soft 'ah' escaping her lips.
"Sorry, did it hurt?"
I asked, concern lacing my voice as I kissed her temple.
She nodded faintly against me, and guilt twisted in my gut. It had been too fast at the end I shouldn't have pushed the pace like that.
This was her first time I should've been even more patient, more attuned. Totally my fault. Did I mess this up?
I hoped to God she didn't hate me for it, didn't pull away thinking I'd been too rough.
I'd been so occupied by the emotions swirling love, lust, protectiveness that I'd neglected to fully shield her innocence.
Her face stayed buried in my neck as I withdrew my hand completely.
My fingers were coated in her juices, glistening and slick, the scent of her arousal musky and intoxicating in the air.
No way was I wasting that a piece of her essence, proof of her pleasure.
Heart racing, I brought my fingers to my lips and licked them clean, tasting her for the first time.
Sweet and tangy, like ripe fruit warmed by the sun, with a salty undertone that made my cock twitch harder.
It was addictive, intimate, like sipping from her very soul.
Fuck, she tasted like heaven, pure and unfiltered, and it only deepened my craving for her, making me ache to explore every inch.
I held her tighter then, hugging her back against my chest, our hearts syncing in the quiet.
I whispered, my lips brushing her ear, needing to hear her voice, to know she was okay.
She didn't respond, her body limp and still in my arms. Panic flickered oh shit, was she angry? Hurt and withdrawing? My mind raced with worst-case scenarios. Fuck, Rivan, you idiot. You are a fucking mess creator.
Nervously, I shifted her gently, tilting her chin up to look at her face. And there she was eyes closed, lashes fanned out, lips parted in soft, even breaths.
Asleep.
My baby had fallen asleep this soon, exhausted from the intensity, trusting me enough to drift off in my hold.
Relief washed over me like a balm, followed by a swell of tenderness.
I kissed her cheeks, so warm and squeezable under my lips I felt like biting them playfully, marking her with affection. Brushing the stray hairs from her face, I admired her gorgeous, the prettiest thing I'd ever seen, her skin glowing with a post-release flush, innocent even in repose.
I sat there quietly for a few moments, just holding her close.
Her presence felt soft.
Warm.
Real.
I closed my eyes and breathed her in.
The faint scent of jasmine from her hair lingered around me, calming, familiar... mixed with something deeper, something that belonged only to us in this moment.
Her weight rested gently in my arms.
Her heartbeat steady against my chest.
And for the first time in a long time
Everything felt still.
No noise.
No chaos.
No thoughts.
Just her.
Trust me... this feeling...
It was beyond anything.
More than victory.
More than success.
More than anything I had ever chased.
This was peace.
Pure.
Quiet.
Complete.
I looked down at her.
Her face calm.
Eyes closed.
Breathing soft and even.
A small smile touched my lips.
She looked so fragile.
So innocent.
I brushed a few strands of hair away from her face and pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
Slow.
Careful.
Like I didn't want to disturb even a second of her rest.
My fingers moved through her hair in long, soothing strokes.
Calming her.
Maybe calming myself more.
"You're safe..." I whispered softly.
She couldn't hear me.
She was already lost in sleep.
But still
Saying those words felt right.
Like a promise.
A silent one.
Sealed in that quiet moment.
Finally, after what felt like a long, quiet stretch of just watching her, I gathered her gently into my arms, holding her close like something fragile, something priceless.
Her saree had come loose, draping carelessly around her, slipping as if it had no intention of staying in place anymore.
I didn't fix it.
Somehow, it felt natural, like the moment itself didn't need to be interrupted. A small smile touched my lips as a thought crossed my mind, imagining her wrapped in my shirt instead, the fabric too big for her, making her look even more soft, even more mine.
Carefully, I lifted her, her head resting against my shoulder, completely unaware, lost in deep sleep.
For a second, I wondered if she would wake up confused, but she didn't stir at all. She trusted me that much. That thought alone made me hold her a little more securely.
I carried her towards the bathroom, slow and steady, making sure not to disturb her. Then I paused, deciding to lay her back on the bed for a moment. She looked peaceful, untouched by the world, her breathing calm, her face relaxed.
Moving quietly, I went to prepare warm water, filling the basin as soft steam began to rise, curling gently into the air. Everything felt calm again, careful, almost sacred, as if even this small act needed the same tenderness I felt for her.
Back at her side, I started with her breasts, dipping a soft cloth into the water and wiping away the sweat and traces of our touches, circling each nipple carefully, watching for any sign of discomfort even in sleep.
Moving lower, I untied the petticoat fully now, sliding it off her legs. Just her panties remained, clinging damply to her skin.
I couldn't invade that privacy without her permission, not even for cleaning not yet.
So, I covered her lower half with a light blanket, then gently peeled the panties away under the cover, cleaning her core with the warm cloth.
Her skin was so soft, so responsive even unconsciously, a faint sigh escaping her lips as I worked.
Once done, I slipped a fresh pair of panties on her, then my shirt oversized on her petite form, the collar slipping off one shoulder as I buttoned it loosely. She looked perfect, claimed in my scent.
She looked... peaceful.
Wrapped in my scent.
Like she belonged right there.
I moved quickly after that, changing the bedsheet and replacing it with fresh, clean linen. The faint smell of lavender filled the room, soft and calming, bringing back the quietness that had settled between us.
Carefully, I lifted her again and laid her back on the bed.
She didn't wake.
Just shifted slightly.
I pulled the blanket over her, tucking it gently around her.
Almost instantly, she snuggled into it, curling softly, as if her body knew exactly where it felt safe.
A small, incoherent murmur left her lips.
Barely a sound.
Dreamy.
Soft.
And something about that...
Made my chest tighten.
I brushed my fingers lightly over her hair, watching her for a moment longer.
A faint smile forming on my lips.
That was the only thought that stayed.
Quiet.
Certain.
Complete.
With her finally settled, I stepped away quietly, heading to the shower, needing a moment to steady myself.
The water fell over me in a steady stream, warm and grounding, washing away the restlessness that still lingered in my body. I stood there for a while, eyes closed, letting the silence settle in.
My thoughts kept drifting back to her.
Her soft breathing.
Her trust.
The way she had rested so peacefully in my arms.
I exhaled slowly.
Letting everything calm down.
Letting the storm inside me ease.
Running my hands through my hair, I noticed the faint marks on my shoulders. A small smile appeared on my lips despite the slight sting.
Her marks.
A quiet reminder of the moment we had just shared.
By the time I stepped out, toweling my hair dry, I felt different.
Calmer.
Centered.
When I returned, she was still there, exactly as I had left her.
Curled softly under the blanket.
Peaceful.
I slipped beside her carefully, pulling her gently into my arms.
She fit perfectly against me.
Like she belonged there.
I pressed a soft kiss to her lips.
Then her forehead.
Breathing her in again.
Warm.
Familiar.
Something tightened in my chest.
Not discomfort.
Something deeper.
She had trusted me.
Given me something fragile.
Something precious.
And I knew
I would protect it.
Always.
As sleep slowly took over, I held her closer, my voice barely a whisper against her hair.
"I lov..."
And the world faded quietly around us.
Leaving only them.
Together.
Both hands lifted into the air, waving around wildly like she was summoning Rivan's spirit from another dimension.
Aditya stared.
She pointed at him triumphantly.
Then her face fell instantly.
Like someone had pulled sunlight away.
Her voice became smaller.
Softer.
Sad again.
That question hit differently.
It wasn't drunk drama.
It was real.
Raw.
The alcohol had only made it easier for the truth to fall out.
Her fingers played with the edge of her dupatta again, slower this time.