[67] JEOULYS FROM LITTLE BOY
The haveli was silent, the family long asleep after the long day.
Abhiraj carried sleeping Aviraj into the bedroom, Amisha following close behind.
They laid the baby gently in the centre of the bed, pillows around him like a nest.
Aviraj sighed in his sleep, tiny fist curling.
Amisha looked at him a moment, then turned to Abhiraj.
"Main nahake aati hoon."
Her voice was soft, but she noticed his mood (quiet, a little distant).
He had been like that since Ranvijay had sat in her lap.
He didn't answer, just walked to the sofa near the window and sat (arms on his knees, staring at nothing).
Amisha watched him a moment, then went to the bathroom.
She took a quick bath, changed into a simple cream salwar kurta (loose, comfortable).
Came out, towel-drying her hair, comb in hand.
She walked to the mirror, started combing her long hair.
Looked at his reflection.
"Sona nahi hai aaj?"
No answer.
She turned, walked to him, leaned a little forward (hands on her hips).
"Sona nahi hai aaj?"
He looked up, eyes dark.
"Nahi.
Aaj puri raat jaagna hai."
She made a face.
"Arre bhala kyun?"
He stood slowly.
"Ese hi.
Aaj jaagna hai puri raat."
She blinked.
"Theek hai... aap jaao phir."
He stepped closer.
"Nahi.
Tum bhi jaagogi."
Before her mind could catch up, his hands moved.
One on her hip.
One behind her back.
He pulled (swift, firm).
She gasped as she fell back onto the couch, him over her.
The comb dropped from her hand.
His mouth was on hers in the next heartbeat.
Kissing her hard.
Deep.
Hungry.
Months of restraint shattering.
He tore at her clothes (salwar strings yanked loose, kurta pulled over her head, thrown aside).
She was naked beneath him in seconds (shock freezing her for a moment).
He hadn't touched her like this since before the baby.
Nine months or more.
And now this (sudden, overwhelming).
His mouth moved to her neck (kissing like a beast starved).
Biting (sharp, possessive marks).
Sucking (leaving red blooms on her skin).
His hands roamed everywhere (her waist, her hips, her thighs).
Parting her legs.
Settling between them.
His mouth moved lower (collarbone, then breasts).
Kissing.
Biting.
Sucking.
Hungry.
Desperate.
Like he had been holding back for too long.
She gasped, arched, hands in his hair.
Shock melting into heat.
He was finally touching her.
Like before.
Like always.
Only better.
The night had just begun.
And Abhiraj Shekhawat was done waiting.
Amisha's back was pressed into the mattress, Abhiraj's body heavy and hot over hers, his mouth devouring her neck in hungry, open-mouthed kisses.
She was lost in it (breath coming in ragged gasps, body arching into every touch).
But suddenly she turned her head, hand coming up to his chest, pushing weakly.
She was breathing harder, chest heaving.
"Kya... ho gaya aaj achanak?"
He pulled back just enough to look at her, eyes dark, lips wet and swollen from their kisses.
Voice low, rough.
"Kuch nahi...
bas proofs de raha hoon that you are mine.
And what is mine...i don't share that with anyone."
Before she could speak (before she could even process), his mouth was on hers again.
Deep.
Possessive.
Then he moved (kissing her cheeks, soft but firm presses on each one).
Her jaw (nipping lightly).
Her neck (sucking just below her ear, making her shiver).
She realised, breathless between kisses.
"Aap... ek bachhe se jealous ho."
He didn't deny it.
Pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, a small smirk playing on his lips.
"Haan hoon."
She laughed softly (shocked, amused).
"Besharam."
He grinned wider, unrepentant.
"Haan hoon main."
She chuckled (the sound light, warm, happy).
He looked at her (chuckling, beautiful, his).
Raised an eyebrow.
Then the chuckle died in her throat.
His mouth moved lower (fast, deliberate).
Down her body.
Between her legs.
He bit her clit (gentle but sharp).
She jolted, back arching off the bed.
He held her hips down firmly (no escape).
Then licked (slow, flat tongue over her clit).
Again.
And again.
Sucking softly, then harder.
She was a moaning mess (hands flying to his hair, pulling, pushing).
But the baby was in the room (sleeping nearby).
She bit her palm, covered her mouth with her hand (trying to muffle the sounds).
Still, soft moans escaped (whimpers, gasps).
He didn't stop.
Licking.
Sucking.
Thumb pressing and circling her clit in tight, relentless strokes.
Then one thick finger slid inside her (slow, stretching).
She came immediately (hard, sudden, body shaking, walls clenching around his finger).
Breathing hard, eyes squeezed shut.
He didn't give her time to recover.
Two fingers now (curling, thrusting slow but deep).
His mouth back on her clit (sucking hard).
Other hand sliding up, squeezing her breast (milk leaking, making his palm slippery, fingers gliding over her nipple).
She moaned into her hand again (louder this time).
Body trembling.
Lost.
Completely his.
The night was far from over.
And Abhiraj was proving his point.
Thoroughly.
Abhiraj's mouth was relentless on her pussy (sucking her clit hard, tongue flicking fast, fingers thrusting deep and curling inside her).
Amisha's body tensed, back arching off the bed.
She was close (so close).
Her moans muffled behind her hand, eyes squeezed shut.
Then it hit.
She came hard (body shaking violently, walls clenching around his fingers, a rush of wetness flooding his mouth).
Breathing very hard (chest heaving, gasps ragged, vision blurry).
He didn't stop.
His tongue licked everything (slow, deliberate strokes, cleaning every drop of her cum from her folds, her thighs, her entrance).
Lapping it up like he was starving.
She looked down at him (eyes hazy, heart pounding).
He looked up at her while licking (eyes locked on hers, dark and sinful).
His hair messy (wild from her fingers pulling earlier, strands falling over his forehead).
Lips glistening (wet, shiny from her cum, swollen from the intensity).
He licked them slowly (tongue dragging across his lower lip, tasting her again).
The sight alone turned her on completely (nipples hardening instantly, erect and aching, fresh heat pooling between her legs).
He crawled up her body slowly.
Then started kissing and biting every corner.
Neck (soft kisses turning to bites, sucking marks into her skin).
Collarbone (teeth grazing, tongue soothing).
Boobs (mouth closing over one breast, sucking hard, biting the soft flesh).
Nipples (tongue circling, teeth nipping, sucking until she whimpered).
Waist (kisses trailing down, bites on the soft curve).
Tummy (lips pressing reverently over the faint stretch marks, tongue tracing them).
Thighs (inner thighs bitten gently, licked slow).
Hips (sucking on the bone, leaving red marks).
Even her toes (lifting one foot, kissing the arch, biting lightly on her toes, making her squirm and gasp).
Then back to her pussy (mouth returning, licking slow and deep, biting her clit gently, sucking again).
She was a mess (moaning, writhing, hands in his hair again).
He was marking her.
Claiming every inch.
Proving she was his.
And she let him.
Completely.
The night stretched on.
And Amisha surrendered.
To every kiss.
Every bite.
Every sinful lick.
Because she was his.
And he was making sure she never forgot it again.
Abhiraj pulled back slowly, his eyes raking over her body like he was memorizing every inch.
Amisha lay beneath him, breathing high and ragged, chest heaving with every desperate gasp.
Her skin was flushed pink, completely covered in his marks (red bites and sucks blooming on her neck, collarbone, breasts, thighs, everywhere he had claimed).
Her nipples were hard and erect (dark, swollen from his mouth, glistening with traces of milk and his saliva).
She looked wrecked.
Messy hair.
Swollen lips.
Eyes dazed.
Beautiful.
Only his.
No one else's.
Not even Aviraj's in this moment (just his wife, his woman, his everything).
He groaned low, hand sliding down to grip his cock (so hard it hurt, throbbing painfully against her thigh, leaking pre-cum).
"Fuck, look at you...amisha
covered in my marks.
My bites.
My sucks."
His voice was filthy, rough, uncontrolled.
"These breasts... heaving up and down...
nipples hard because of me.
Leaking for me."
He leaned down, licked one nipple slowly.
"You look so fucking beautiful like this...
messy, ruined...
only mine."
He pressed his cock harder against her thigh (hurting him, hurting her with the pressure).
"All these months...I had suffered so much without your touch
Calming myself because I can't touch you."
He bit her collarbone, sucked hard.
"But now... it's over.
No more holding back."
His hand squeezed her breast, milk dripping.
"Tonight I'm going to fuck you so hard...
fill you up...
make you scream my name until you can't take it anymore."
He looked into her eyes, voice dropping.
"You're mine.
Only mine.
And I'm going to prove it...
all this night."
She was his.
And he was done waiting.