Vikram squeezed his wife’s hip, his hands itching to feel the softness of her breasts, to find out if they felt as soft as they appeared, the top of her breasts peeking from her top, teasing him of the full view that was still hidden underneath.
He growled, shifting his face to his wife’s neck, sucking the side of it, as he pulled her further into him, grabbing her bottoms with both his hands. Keerthi gasped when she felt her husband’s hands on her ass.
It felt amazing.
Keerthi moaned, when their fronts’ made contact, her poking nipples were deliciously rubbing against his chest.
Vikram groaned, squeezing his wife’s ass in his hands as he pulled her up, coaxing her to straddle his hips.
Keerthi stiffened at the posture. It somehow felt too intimate.
Her husband occupied her thoughts as he walked a bit.
Keerthi gasped when she felt came in contact with the wall. She was sandwiched between the wall and her husband’s chest.
Vikram pulled the side of Keerthi’s shirt lower, placing a kiss on her exposed shoulder. He was irritated to see her bra strap getting in the way, pulling it down in urgency, as he placed a kiss on the newly exposed skin.
As though her husband’s mouth on her shoulder wasn’t enough, Vikram’s hand joined in, sneaking inside her top, as he skimmed the back of his palm over her stomach and waist.
Keerthi moaned, throwing her head back, eyes rolled backwards in ecstasy, as her husband sucked on the skin below her shoulder, dangerously close to her breast, as he pinched her waist.
His hands inched upwards, almost cupping her breast in his hand, when he heard his mobile ring.
Vikram groaned, resting his face in his wife’s neck, irritated with the incessant ringing. He let go of her, letting her stand, as he went to attend his call.
Keerthi felt too shy to face her husband. She found him too intense this time.
She made a lame excuse to take a shower, as she scrambled to the washroom, when she saw him end his call.
**
“Bye”, Keerthi said, looking down.
She didn’t know why she couldn’t make eye contact. She felt too bashful.
Vikram tilted his wife’s chin up.
Keerthi’s eyes were casted lower, though her face was tilted up.
Vikram observed his wife, her face a pretty shade of pink,”Look up”, he ordered softly.
Keerthi shook her head. She didn’t know why she felt so embarrassed.
“Keerthi”, Vikram sighed, cupping her face with both of his hands, forcing her to look at him.
“Is something the matter?”
Keerthi shook her head.
Vikram ran a hand through his hair, cupping his wife’s jaw, as he leaned in to kiss her mouth.
“Vik-Vikram”, Keerthi spluttered, blush creeping up her neck.
“That’s better”, he grinned, bidding her a Bye.
**
Vikram was on call, when his best friend Rishi walked in.
Rishi walked in as though he owned the place, as he took a seat.
Vikram rolled his eyes at his friend in greeting, continuing his phone call.
“Why are you here?”, Vikram cocked an eyebrow as he placed his phone down.
“Was just passing by the place,”Rishi shrugged.
Vikram and Rishi were best of friends, having graduated from the same University. Rishi had his own business too, textile.
They talked about random things, catching up on their lives when Rishi tossed a question at Vikram.
“So, where did you take your wife?”
“What?”, Vikram was confused.
“For honeymoon,”Rishi rolled his eyes.
Vikram stared at his friend blankly,”No where.”
Rishi rolled his eyes again,”Typical”, he mumbled,”Your wife must be great if she didn’t pester you about it,”he laughed, as he smiled, thinking of his own wife’s not so subtle hints about taking her on a honeymoon.
“Didn’t have the time,”Vikram shrugged, though he found the idea of honeymoon appealing, very appealing.
“Take her somewhere dude, when you are free”, Rishi grinned.
He knew how work pressure was, his situation similar to his friends’ , established in their fields.
They couldn’t squeeze in time randomly. If they were busy, that’s all they were, just busy.
“Yeah. Will see something.”
“Are you attending Tushar’s party?”, Rishi questioned.
“Not sure. If I am not busy,”Vikram answered, scratching his beard as he thought of the business party.
“Tell me if you decide to ditch. Won’t go then”, Rishi shrugged.
Vikram laughed at his friend,”You can go.”
“Too boring. I need you there for my entertainment “, Rishi said with a straight face.
Vikram rolled his eyes at his friend, making him grin.
“Come home sometime”, Vikram offered,”It’s been long.”
“Not right now. Busy. Will come some other time”, he stood up.
Vikram continued his work after Rishi left. A honeymoon was out of the question now, at least till he finds a way to making things straight in Mumbai. But it didn’t mean he couldn’t take her out in Delhi.
**
Keerthi glances at her husband in bed when she came out of the shower, towel drying her hair. It was an odd time to take a shower.
But the Delhi heat forced her to, at night.
Vikram saw his wife humming to herself, as she dried her hair. He involuntarily took steps towards her, standing behind her, just as Keerthi kept the towel aside.
Vikram pushed his wife’s hair to a side, letting it fall onto her left shoulder. He slowly skimmed his hand, running it from her waist to her stomach, as he leaned in, licking the water droplet on the base of her neck, sucking it. He continued upwards, licking at the moist skin of her neck, sucking onto it gently.
“Vikram”, Keerthi shuddered, as his warm hand went inside her top.
Vikram’s hand came in contact with Keerthi’s cool flesh on her stomach , as he circled a finger around her navel, squeezing her bare waist. Keerthi turned her head, giving Vikram more access to kiss, as he kissed the back of her neck, ascending forwards, biting her skin gently.
Keerthi moaned, rolling her head onto her husband’s shoulder when his hand went lower, teasing the elastic of her pants, as he pulled her into him, his palm pressed over her lower abdomen, his little finger dangerously close to the top of her pubic hair.
Vikram removed his hand from under his wife’s top, pushing her hair further, to kiss the back of her neck. Vikram kissed the back of Keerthi’s neck, biting gently, placing his hand back on her waist.
Keerthi moaned, it was becoming difficult to stand up right. She jumped when she felt her husband cup her breast, over her top. Though she had two layers covering her breast, she felt as though his hand was directly on it.
They gazed at each other in the mirror, as they opened their eyes. Vikram squeezed his wife’s breast lightly, maintaining eye contact, as he flicked her erect nipple over her top.
Keerthi blushed looking around. Watching him do it felt too erotic.
Keerthi turned around in her husband’s arms, hugging him, as she took deep breaths. Vikram smiled, kissing his wife’s neck, biting the space next to her shoulder, feeling her shudder in his arms, as his hand grabbed her butt.
Keerthi shyly placed a kiss on her husband’s T-shirt clad chest as she hugged him. Vikram inhaled sharply, wishing he was shirtless.
He took in a deep breath, calming himself, his hand wandering over his wife’s waist. He wanted to ask his wife something before he could forget.
“Come to dinner with me?”, Vikram whispered in his wife’s ears.
Keerthi looked at her husband weirdly. They just ate.
“On Saturday”, Vikram rolled his eyes.
Like a date?, Keerthi’s stomach fluttered.
“Okay”, she said shyly, her stomach filled with butterflies.
“Good”, Vikram sighed, pushing her top up, as he circled his hands over her bare waist, as he picked his wife up in his arms, her straddling him, as he took her to bed.
It was getting difficult for him to control. He wished his wife was ready, already.