Chapter 45 Reyansh Carter
Reyansh Carter
Aisha’s soft hands land on my chest, and I feel the warmth of her skin.
“What?” I ask innocently. “You didn’t think anything would happen if you teased me.”
She shakes her head in a no, and I smirk.
“I did it because I wanted to see exactly what would happen.”
I quirk an eyebrow and pull her more on top of me so that her core is directly in contact with my pants. So that she can feel the effect of her actions and her mere presence, and I see the realization seep onto her face.
“Did you think this would happen?” I ask, and she nods.
I press a wet kiss to her jaw, and she squirms in my hold.
“And this?”
I follow up the lead, and her fingers sink into my hair. She pulls on the strands at the nape of my neck, and I press my kiss against her lips.
She moans against my lips, and the voice makes me swell more in my pants.
Her tongue touches mine, and for a few minutes I let her dominate the kiss. She pushes my head back onto the seat, and I secretly love this side of her.
She is so freaking hot. I can’t believe she is my wife.
She pulls back slightly when she is out of breath.
“Did you have fun dominating me?” I ask, my hands reaching inside her waistcoat, and she shivers. Her eyes glaze over with need that matches my own.
I slightly trace her breast, and she pushes herself more onto me, making me smile.
“Reyansh,” she says, her voice breathless. “I need more. Please.”
“You want this?” I squeeze her over her bra, and she moans.
“Mhm.”
“Words, meri jaan.”
“Yes, please.”
I push up towards her, grinding against her core, and she throws her head back.
I pull her face back onto me with my hand on her neck, and she groans as I devour her mouth.
God, I missed doing this so much. I love dominating her during sex. And I know she loves that too.
I unbuckle her bra, and she gasps as the clasp hits her back.
I hold her waist with one hand, slowly grinding her on my dick.
“Just like that,” she says, and I can feel her wetness pool in her panties even through her linen pants. She is soaking, and I love it.
“Mhm,” I say, loving the look on her face. She is exhilarated, her face covered with a sheen of sweat, and her cheeks are flushed red.
I love the thrill of the fact that anyone could come up and see us. They would see me devouring her with our clothes on.
They would see exactly whom I belong to.
“Rey—” she moans, and I twist her nipple with my thumb and finger.
“Yes, meri jaan?”
“Please make me come.”
“On it, baby.” I kiss her neck. I bite and soothe the sting away with my tongue. A slow and deliberate swipe of my tongue.
“I love that I can make you come without us removing our clothes.”
She grinds harder on me, and I feel myself wanting to shed every single piece of cloth on us and take her right here, right now.
In the back of this car.
“Is that how much you need me, baby?”
“Yes,” she says, and I feel her orgasm soak my pants. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
She breathes heavily as she slumps down against my chest.
The orgasm was the best orgasm I gave her in recent times.
“Are you okay?” I ask, pressing a soft kiss on her forehead.
She nods. “Amazing.”
* * *
Aisha won’t look at me, shy from her earlier orgasm. It hit her later that we were in the middle of the road and that anybody driving past us could see us.
I said I didn’t care. They would just see a couple who couldn’t resist each other—a sign of a great relationship—and she said that I talked too much.
She didn’t mind me talking her through the orgasm, though.
“Is someone feeling shy?” I ask, and she glares at me.
Did I leave a hickey? Yes. Is it big enough that it cannot be hidden? Hell yes.
“Okay, I know I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t help it. You look beautiful covered in hickeys.”
“So, I don’t look beautiful otherwise?” she asks, and of course she would twist my words.
“You always look beautiful.”
I stop the car in front of our house, and she bolts out of the car, intent on making sure no one sees it.
“Why was Aisha in such a rush?” Chhavi asks me as soon as I get inside. The lights of the guest room are off, so I take that as a sign that our mothers are sleeping.
“I don’t know,” I say.
“Reyansh,” she stops me, and I grumble. I don’t like making small talk with anyone. Her especially.
“Yes?”
“Is everything okay between you two?”
I furrow my brows. Does she know?
I doubt Maa would have told anyone from their family.
“Of course,” I say, with no hesitation in my voice, because maybe everything was not okay between us before. But now I know it is.
I can feel it in my bones.
“Then why doesn’t it feel like that?” she asks, stepping closer to me, and I take a step back.
I don’t like her one bit. She is the least of my favorite cousins.
“I don’t care what you feel or what you don’t feel, Chhavi.”
“She is my sister.” She rests her hand on my bicep, and I give her a sharp glare. I hate when someone other than my wife touches me. Be it her cousin or her friend or anyone else.
If you’re not Aisha Kapoor, you don’t get to touch me.
She takes her hand back, and I turn to go to my room, in the safety of my woman.
“A blind person could sense that you guys are not doing good. I only want to help my sister.”
I chuckle, hollow of any humor.
“I don’t think your sister needs your help. Stay away from us and our relationship, Chhavi. I only tolerate you because of Maa and her. Otherwise, you don’t matter. Understood.”
I don’t wait for her response, and by the look on her face, I know she isn’t going to take this warning lightly.
* * *
Aisha Kapoor
Reyansh is behaving weirdly this morning. I don’t know if it is the stress of today’s dinner or something else. But he looks extra grumpy today and extra clingy too.
“Are you okay?” I ask as I spray some perfume on my neck.
It was a hazard trying to cover up the massive red mark on my neck, but thankfully Sasha taught me a trick to color correct, and it doesn’t show up as much now.
“Yes,” he says, putting on his watch, not paying much attention to me.
“I feel like you want to say something, but you are holding back,” I say, turning him to look at me. His eyes soften slightly at the edges before he sighs.
“I don’t have a good feeling about this,” he says, and I quirk an eyebrow.
“About?” I ask, rubbing a soothing arm up and down his shoulders. He relaxes under my touch, and I smile.
He locks his arms behind my waist, pulling me closer, and I feel like this hug is different. As if he doesn’t want to let me go.
As if he is scared something will happen if he does.
“I don’t want you to go to lunch with Chhavi. I don’t like her.”
He sounds serious, and I wonder what makes him say this.
“Why though? I mean, I don’t like her either. But I promised in front of everyone, and you know Maa will cause a ruckus if I cancel.”
He sighs, resting his forehead against his.
“Aisha,” he says, and I hum. “Have you forgiven me?”
My heart races in my chest, and I wonder if I should tell him the truth like this.
“What do you think?”
“No. I want to hear from you.”
I smile. I want to let him know everything, but I also want it to be done in a special way.
“I will tell you some other day.”
He smiles, knowing what I mean.
“Okay,” he says, kissing my forehead and lingering there for a few seconds. “I will wait.”
I pull away from him after he is done, and he still looks as if he doesn’t want me to go.
“I love you, you know that, right?”
“I know.”
He follows behind me as we go out, and Chhavi looks agitated. Honestly, when does she not look agitated?
She looked agitated when we came last night, and she has the same expression—if not worse—right now.
“Ready to leave?” I ask, happy from within. At this point even Chhavi’s grumpiness cannot ruin my mood.
“I have been ready to leave for the past one hour, Aisha,” she says, crossing her arms. “Are you done? I have to do packing also.”
“Sure,” I say while internally showing her the middle finger. “Let’s go.”
“Be nice,” Reyansh says, and I look at him confused.
He shakes his head and points at Chhavi, and I grow more confused. Something seems wrong, and I can’t put my finger on what.
“Be nice and stay in your limits, Chhavi,” he says. “Don’t trouble my wife.”
“I won’t trouble your wife.”
“Bye, Maa,” I say. “Don’t get too bored without Mom.”
Mom decided to go meet Dad today for some work purposes, so it is just going to be her and Reyansh here for a while before he decides to go to the office.
“I won’t,” she says, waving her hand to dismiss the idea. “She annoys me anyways.”
I chuckle, because we all know that is not true. They have the cutest bond. I think they could have been siblings in another universe.
“Sure,” I say. “Bye, Reyansh.”
He follows us to the car, and now I really want to know what’s wrong.
Chhavi sits in the passenger seat swiftly. Because he decided that it was a good idea to lend my car to Sasha, I am taking his car to lunch.
“Seriously, is something wrong? Do you want to talk about it?”
He shakes his head in a no.
“I just have low energy today,” he says. “I will miss you.”
“I will see you soon, hm?” I say, trying to comfort him.
He nods with a smile and bends down to peck my lips. My eyes widen slightly, knowing Chhavi or my mom could see us. But I let him do it, too down bad for him.
“I love you. Always remember that.”
I smile before going and sitting down in the car.
I can’t wait to say these words back to him soon.