9 A.M. on a Sunday is greeted with a dimpled smile to the sheets, sweet sheets with her fragrance lingering in them. The sheets with their smells from last night. Rahul woke up, stirring to the soft music & the smell of fresh brewing tea from the kitchen. He smiled knowing her to be making breakfast, in her perfect mustard yellow saree that he had gifted her to wear after their first night. He always wanted to see her in that saree after their marriage although he never had asked her to wear on any particular day. As he moved into the kitchen, there she stood in the kitchen, wearing exactly that.
"God!! the girl can read mind!"
Rahul caught Shivi from behind with her bangles clinking, saree swirling, droplets of water from the her fresh bathed hair, wetted his hands and the wall beyond. The tip of his nose touched her cheek, shivers run down her back as does the tickling drops of water. Firming his hold, the strong muscles of his arms tightens his embrace digging deep at her waist. The warms of his heavy breath flows down her front, closing whatever distance was left between them. Their eyes meet, for a brief moment and they're lost in the depths of the dark black eyes. Rahul lips twitch into a smile at her confused look, which suddenly is shut behind a curtain of perfect lashes.
They are now leaned against a wall. Rahul picked up a lock of dripping hair from Shivi's face and tucked it behind her earlobe. He then picked up another and yet another till her face was clear and flushed. Following one droplet down her neck and shoulders his fingers reach the edge of her blouse. His grip on her waist eases, tracing cold wet lines with each of his swift fingers across her waist and over her belly button, exposing more skin with every inch of movement. Pink painted nails clutch at his waist tighter.
Slowly Shivi's palla is the first to go. She leaned back over the kitchen shelf and Rahul went over gripping her boobs over her blouse. Her breathing had become deeper and her saree had just become a slim cloth going through her cleavage. He just stopped back for a few seconds and admired her luscious body. Her navel seemed to wink and tease him and the waist chain that was hugging her waist seemed to smile mischievously at him, tempting him furthermore. The slight stubble pinkens her skin, stopping a brief bite over the tiny mole on the heavy boobs; it causes a sharp intake of breath in her.
The dripping droplets evaporate with the heat she had throughout her body. His lips traced a line behind her ears and shiny gold tinkles. Looking at her dimpled smile is like taking a bullet to the heart each time. She slided into the outstretched arms of Rahul and his inviting warmth. He showered her with kisses, stretching into the morning with her presence intoxicated him. The strength of his arms weakening her over and over as they get into a rhythm of kissing, hugging cuddling.
Rahul clutch now finds a way to Shivi's back. And in a moment he disrobed her saree. She rotated around her own axis couple of times. Now she was standing only in blouse and petticoat but not making any attempts to hide her treasure. He turned her around moved aside, her wet hairs and gave few kisses on her back before untying the knot of her blouse. It was maddening him. Shivi's petticoat was worn really low. That is something he expect her to do, to show off her curvy navel, because she knew how much he liked her waist and navel.
And down he goes further, baring more, touching, squeezing slowly at first and her breathing quickens, as does his hands. A drop of water trickling all the way down the her spine finds his hands fuelling more passion that she had ever felt of. A slight moan escapes her. Instilling him forwards. She had been too wet for too long, and waited so long.
A moan of pleasure escapes her, she finds herself pinned to the wall, with a tinkle of her bangles and a sway of her saree folds. Shivi's palms spread flat on the wall. He looks up chin digging deep into the ample softness of her bare breasts beneath the thin white dress. Her gorgeous eyes widen at the hidden glint of his action. And before she can react he plants a deep passionate kiss, as fresh as the morning itself.
In a frenzy Rahul unbuckled the petticoat of hers. The dress falls down and that allows him to see the naked beauty of hers. Now she was in a pair of white bra and panty. But she was something more than just in bra and panty. She was looking the most gorgeous beauty. She was standing there with her mangalsutra, tinkling earrings, nose pin, clinking red bangles and the thing that he liked the most a perfect silver waist chain. Nothing can be compared to her at that time. Shivi had curled her long hair and it covered a bit of her chest and it was so beautiful, like an angel, came just only for him. They kissed but it was a really romantic experience. Her body was so soft and smelled like paradise (even with no perfume on, just her skin). Her legs so straight and her shyness made her even more beautiful. It was too much for him to handle.
Rahul just stood there for a while staring at her. He was hypnotized by her body and was licking her lips in anticipation that he will have such a young and beautiful girl that he only imagined in his dreams. He got on top of her and pinched her breasts over the bra. Heated they both sigh together with one hand in her damp wet hair he tugged the hair from his face.
The tea was brewing, Shivi tried to pull him away but there was probably something else boiling too. Rahul arms come around holding her tighter, the kisses deepening with each second. She's worrying about a hundred things in the kitchen and beyond but he didn't care. The only breakfast he really need was right there. Kiss after kiss, each one longer and more passionate than the last, coaxes away her worries. They are both kissing wildly in uncontrolled passion rising with the sun.
Shivi was so aroused now that she was whispering Rahul's name over and over, gasping in anticipation. The other hand slowly unhooks her bra, one hook at a time. Revealing now is the firm femininity of her ample boobs exposed under the golden morning sun rays.
He stops to admire a mole on the glowing skin. He started to caress with his finger the curve of the waist and dent of the belly button. He smiles at the slight shivers and goosebumps visible on her stomach under his touch, but only briefly. She's now moaning arching for him to taste her.
Her chain of thought was broken when she felt a hand grabbing her left breast. She turned her head towards Rahul to look at him. He smiled at her and she blushed. Encouraged by this gesture, Rahul turned to his left and turned Shivi so that she was facing him. With his both hands, Rahul started squeezing her boobs. He was squeezing them, weighing them, pinching her nipples, licking her armpits, biting her armpits. All these actions had an effect on Shivi and her breath quickened. Rahul then brought his mouth to her nipples and started sucking her boobs one by one. Shivi lay herself on the kitchen shelf with her head resting on the wall while Rahul sucked her boobs like a baby.
He pushed her boobs together till her nipples were adjacent to each other and then he sucked on both of them together. Shivi was now moaning, her hands were roaming all over his body. She felt his hair, his toned back muscles and brought her hands down to his butt.
Rahul was still pinching, pressing and licking her boobs. Occasionally he would forcibly kiss her. His hands were roaming all over her body, from her neck to her arms to her stomach and to her inner thighs. Rahul noticed wetness inbetween her thighs.
Shivi's boobs were big, even for the freakishly large hands of Rahul, they were a handful. Rahul took his tongue tip and flicked the nipple of the left boob. Shivi shuddered at the touch. Rahul then licked the area around the areola. He raised her hands and saw her cleanly shaved armpits. She did waxing to her armpit just two days ago so they were completely as soft as cottons. He slowly smell her left armpit, he was surprised that it wasn't having an odour. It smells same as smelling someone's hand, completely odourless. He licked Shivi's armpits makes them wet. This was completely new for Shivi as she never thought someone would have such fantasy but it feels her really good and she like this new act very much. She was moaning heavily. By seeing this Rahul increases his armpit licking speed, he was licking all over the breast and making it wet. He was deliberately not going for the areola and the nipple. He was teasing her, depriving her sensations that tit sucking brought.
Shivi had enough of this. She put her hands in his hair and dragged his head first to the armpits and then to the nipple. Rahul took one look at her. She smiled at him weakly and kept on pulling his face towards the nipple. Rahul got the signal and went straight for the erect nipple and bit her. Shivi moaned and writhe as Rahul mercilessly sucked and bit her nipple. He would pull her nipple with his lips right up to the point where they would get out of his mouth. He got the nipples all wet and blew cold air on them making them extra hard.
