Keerthi yawned as she switched the TV on. She wanted to keep herself occupied while she waited for her husband. It was after eleven thirty already. She adjusted the cushion under her shoulders, shuffling random channels.
Vikram was surprised to see his wife asleep on the couch, with the television running when he came home. He switched the TV off, as he went to take a warm shower.
He changed quietly, flexing his arms as he sat in front of his wife, on the table in front of the couch, observing her. He tucked a loose strand behind her ear, getting a clearer view of her face, his finger tips lingering on her ear lobule.
He didn’t feel tired though it was past midnight. He stared at his wife for a while more, when he saw her moving her neck, scrunching her face.
It was probably uncomfortable.
He smiled at her unconscious face. Vikram leaned in, bending a little as he picked his wife in his arms, bridal style.
Vikram liked holding his wife in his arms, how she fit perfectly in them. He liked the cute expressions on her face, the times they had spent together, he liked it all. He liked having his wife around, even when they fought about the simplest of things, even when she made him want to pull his hair out and give her a piece of his mind, even when she cried about the simplest of things, pissing him off. He liked the sight of her pink cheeks and neck, her shy smile after they made out.
He liked her. Period.
Why else would he put up with her , with her tendency to argue over the simplest of things and her stubbornness? Why would he respect her wishes enough to not fulfill his thirst for her yet? Why would he feel warm and happy whenever she smiled and laughed with him?
The answer was simple.
He liked his wife. A lot.
Vikram felt pleasant after his realisation. He gazed at his wife with a soft expression on his face, the urge to squish her in his arms and kiss her senseless was enormous. He resisted though, it was already late.
Keerthi shook in her sleep, only to find herself face to face with her husband, in his arms. Was she dreaming?
She decided she wasn’t , when she felt her husband’s warm breath on her face, and his strong arms around her, heat seeping through her body.
She looked up, finding her husband already looking down at her. Keerthi blushed, fondling with the button on his T-Shirt awkwardly.
Vikram placed his wife on the bed gently. The desire to make her his was immense, given his latest realisation. But he didn’t know if his wife would appreciate him jumping her now.
Keerthi’s hands were around her husband’s neck when he placed her in bed, as he hovered over her frame. She licked her dry lips involuntarily, gulping at her husband’s intense gaze.
Vikram’s eyes flickered to his wife’s wet lips.
Was she doing it deliberately? He leaned in, placing his lips on hers, sucking both of them under his, biting them as he squished her lips under his teeth, sucking them under his warm lips.
Keerthi moaned at her husband’s action, as he held her lips captive under his teeth, not allowing her to kiss him. It felt too much. She gripped onto his shoulders as he continued kissing her.
Vikram parted his wife’s lips open, entering her mouth. He sucked on her tongue softly, rolling it around his as his tongue brushed the inside of her cheek.
Keerthi breathed heavily. She found her husband’s kiss too intense. Vikram kissed the corner of his wife’s lips, moving Southwards, as he sucked the skin on her jaw, licking it. He hummed as he bit the side of her neck, flicking his tongue over it as he sucked at her skin hard. Vikram’s hand moved downwards, making his wife jump when he cupped her breast in his palm, kneading it.
Keerthi pulled her husband’s hair in one hand while the other rested on his chest. She didn’t know what to focus on, his lips below her collar bone or his hands on her breast.
Vikram was losing control quickly with his wife’s hand roaming over his chest.
His hands went lower, placing his hand on her hip as he turned her to his side. It was getting uncomfortable for Vikram to hover over her. He kissed his wife, holding her close as he wrapped his arm around her hips.
Keerthi moaned when she felt Vikram’s hand slip inside the back of her pants, as he palmed her panty clad rear, making her jump. Vikram pulled her leg up, placing it on top of his as he squeezed his wife’s rear. He wanted to peel her panties down.
He pulled his shirt over his head when his wife traced circles on his chest. He kissed her hard, running his hand over her dominantly, her face, neck , and finally settling onto her breasts, squeezing them. He pulled her top up, his hands going behind to unhook her bra. Keerthi stiffened, though she arched her back, making it easier for her husband to unhook it.
Vikram gave his wife a kiss as he pulled her bra straps down, freeing her breasts. He cupped it in his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as he moved downwards.
Keerthi’s heart hammered in her chest as her husband’s hand moved lower, closing her eyes in mortification when she felt his fingers graze the area over her pubic hair.
Vikram placed a hand on his wife’s thigh, his thumb gently stroking the triangle between her hips, his hands itching to go lower. He grinned when his wife didn’t stop him when he brushed his thumb down there, she only moaned.
Vikram’s lips twitched, maybe she was ready, after all. He pushed his luck, was he getting the right signals?
Keerthi moaned when her husband cupped her breast, as he pulled her top up, shivering from the cold exposed to her bare skin. She jumped when her husband held her by the waist, dropping kisses from her collarbone to her breasts, taking a sharp breath when he placed a kiss on her nipple.
Vikram sucked onto his wife’s nipple, rolling it between his tongue as he cupped the other breast, pinching the already erect counterpart harder, kneading it in his hands.
Keerthi moaned, holding onto her husband shoulders when his hand moved lower, parting her thighs as he cupped her over her clothes, there.
Vikram’s eyes darkened when he felt the dampness over his wife’s pants. Keerthi moaned when her husband traced the elastic of her pants, holding the edge to strip her off it when she jumped.
Vikram looked around, annoyed at the sudden noise, as he got up to see his wife messing with her phone.
Keerthi blushed, quickly dismissing the alarm.
“Who is it?”, she heard her husband question.
“Um. It’s my alarm.”
“Alarm? At this time?”
Keerthi sneakily went under the sheets, finding it difficult to converse when she was half naked.”Yeah. I was sleepy. So had kept an alarm so I would know when you come home.”
“Oh”, Vikram nodded.
“Yeah”, Keerthi said, awkwardly wrapping the sheets around herself.
Vikram smiled, though they were interrupted, he wasn’t that upset. Now that he knew his wife was comfortable with the idea, he wanted to wait. His wife looked too awkward as she tried to cover herself, cheeks tinged red.
The spell was broken. It was already late. And they had work tomorrow. He didn’t want to make it a quick fuck. He knew his wife was okay with it though.
Vikram grinned. Tomorrow, he would make love to his wife in leasure, when she was completely in her senses, not when she woke up in the middle of sleep, sleep hazed. She was asleep when he had come home.
He controlled his urge. He wanted to make it at least a little special for her, not hound her when they were both horny. He would wait, till she was sure she wanted it too. He didn’t want it to be a nick of the moment thing for her. She wanted him today, but would she be closed off tomorrow? He didn’t know. Only time could give an answer.
Keerthi looked at her husband, why did he stop? Her question was evident on her face. Vikram ran a hand on her bare back, smiling when Keerthi shivered, as she blushed, looking at his chest shyly.
Vikram smiled at his wife, dropping a kiss on her forehead, warmth filling him out of hope that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He could make love to her easily, as he assessed her.
But something stoped him. He didn’t want it to be temporary, he knew he won’t be able to forgive her if she looked at him tomorrow like it was too early for their union and regret it. He knew his wife, she overthought a lot. This time, he wanted to give her time, if she is ready. Though her body language told him in positive, he wanted another signal, at another time.
Vikram secretly wished it wasn’t just a fleeting and reckless moment on her side, hoping she would want him tomorrow as much as she did right that moment. Tomorrow, he thought. If she was in the same state of mind.
Tomorrow, Vikram thought. Tomorrow he would make her his.