Keerthi was pleasantly surprised when her husband hugged her from behind when she was about to get into bed.
She half expected him to pick his laptop and go to the study room.
“You said you have work?”, Keerthi stretched her neck, glancing at her husband, their cheeks grazing against each others’.
Vikram smiled, kissing his wife’s cheek, biting it softly,”You don’t want to spend time with your husband?”
Keerthi laughed at the question, how ironic,”The question is coming from the wrong person.”
“As in?”, Vikram turned his wife around, locking his hands around her waist.
“Just”, Keerthi shrugged, running her hand on her husband’s broad shoulders.
She didn’t want to say anything that might lead them to fight. She didn’t want to spend the little time she had with her husband arguing.
“Just what?”, Vikram mumbled, kissing his wife’s chin, biting the corner of her mouth.
Keerthi hissed, slapping her husband’s shoulder gently.
“What is it?”, Vikram asked, picking his wife, urging her to straddle him.
Keerthi tightened her hold around Vikram’s shoulders, smothering her face in her husband’s neck.”You got so busy”, she said softly.
Vikram tilted his head a bit, to have a look at his wife, but she further dug her face into his neck, not giving him view.
Vikram took a seat on the side of their bed, his wife’s legs wrapped loosely around his waist, on the either side of his thighs.
“Yeah. That’s because of the two deals we lost. We have to work harder to be in the game”, Vikram said, rubbing circles on his wife’s back.
Keerthi’s shoulders slumped, turning sideways. She understood. Everything. She would expect Vikram to understand if she was busy.
But she wanted to be childish this one time.
Was it a crime to miss one’s own husband?
“I get it”, she answered.
“Just a few more days. I won’t be as busy after that”, Vikram promised.
Keerthi nodded, forcing a smile.
She didn’t know why she felt so upset,”Okay.”
She let it be. Her husband was with her now.
She would make the most of it than sulk about the time he wasn’t with her.
For the first time in their married life, she leaned in, initiating a kiss, her lips shyly placed on her husbands’.
Vikram ravished his wife’s mouth, their lips and tongue over the others’, not getting enough. He let his hand wander over his wife, resting on his wife’s firm ass, squeezing it in his hand.
Keerthi moaned into her husband’s mouth when he pulled her closer, stiffening when she felt something on the side of her thigh.
Vikram looked at his wife with heated eyes, his eyes dark with desire.
He lifted his wife, squeezing her ass as he placed her exactly where he wanted.
Keerthi shivered when she felt the hardness of her husband through their clothes.
She felt drugged as she sat on her husband’s lap, rubbing on each other’s intimates with clothes on.
Vikram unhooked his wife’s legs from around him, making her lie down, as he hovered over her.
Keerthi’s hands shook as she traced her husband’s back and shoulders, moaning when she felt her husbands’ hand move to her pants.
Vikram glanced at his wife for signs of discomfort when his hand went inside her pants, over her panty.
When his wife only moaned, Vikram cupped his wife over her panty, rubbing her over the thin layer of her panty, pleased when moisture coated his fingers.
Keerthi stiffened when her husband pulled her hand away, whimpering in protest, only to find his hand to disappear into her pants again, this time cupping her bare.
Vikram almost exploded in his pants when he felt his wife’s soft folds. He ran a finger over the slit, parting her folds, as he searched for a point.
Keerthi’s back arched off the bed when her husband brushed his thumb over her clitoris, another finger teasing her entrance.
She moaned, clutching onto his shoulders tightly, when Vikram’s fingers made quick work, her breath hitching when her husband pulled her pants down to her knees.
Vikram looked at his wife for a signal to stop, peeling her panties off and spreading her legs when he didn’t find any.
Keerthi moaned when her husband kissed the inside of her thigh, her breaths in quick succession, her body shooting up when she felt his lips on the most sensitive part of her body.
Vikram kissed his wife’s clit, rubbing slow circles, as he held his wife’s hips, licking the length of her slit and folds.
It felt better than all the times he had imagined it.
Keerthi held onto her husband’s shoulders tight, sweat beads forming on her forehead as her husband licked the side of her clitoris, rubbing circles. She felt dizzy with all the pleasure she was feeling. The sensation was mind blowing, but new.
She could feel the tension build in her stomach, running through her legs as her husband ate her out, her toes curling, legs quivering, and at a particular stroke, clutching onto her husband’s hair tightly, her back arching as she wrapped her legs around his neck , she came, the tension leaving her body as she slumped on the sheets, moaning loudly. It felt mind blowing.
It was only when her husband stopped that she opened her eyes.
Though Vikram’s face was at the most intimate part of her body, Keerthi weirdly felt alright. She wanted more. She pulled her husband towards herself, pushing his shirt up, silently giving approval.
Vikram gave his wife a kiss , as he removed his shirt, his hands making quick work of his pants. It was only when he was about to remove his boxers that they heard a knock.
The couple froze. Who could it be? They were barely dressed.
“Mom asked me to ask you if you ate?”, Vikram heard his brother from the other side.
Vikram was thoroughly irritated with the interruption.”I did”, he barked.
“And why is your secretary calling the house phone repeatedly? Why aren’t you picking calls?”
Keerthi blushed, getting under the sheets to cover herself.
“My phone was on silent”, Vikram lied smoothly.
“Fine. Whatever”, Vihan grumbled, walking away.
Vikram shut his eyes, scratching his brow. He forgot he had to work.
Keerthi blushed when her husband looked at her.
Vikram ran the back of his hand on his wife’s face, tracing her lips.
He leaned in, placing a soft kiss on his wife’s mouth.
“There’s nothing to be shy about. I am your husband”, Vikram said, running his hand over his wife’s body, as if trying to make a point.
Keerthi blushed a deeper shade, her husband’s hand resting on the side of her hip, stroking the area between her abdomen and thighs, as she nodded.
That was the most intimate she had been with her husband, and surprisingly, she felt…. pleasant.
Her heart fluttered at her husband’s gaze.
“I have to make a call. Go to sleep”, Vikram gave his wife another long kiss, leaving her breathless.
“What? Now? Don’t go”, Keerthi let herself demand.
Vikram smiled, running a hand on his wife’s waist,”It’s important, Sweetheart.”
Keerthi pouted,”Okay.”
Vikram gave his wife another kiss, lifting her head to angulate her, deepening the kiss, his hands running on the inside of her bare thighs, itching to cup her.
He couldn’t get enough of his wife.”I’ll try to be done quickly.”
Keerthi pulled away, breathless, her heart pounding.”Alright”, she smiled.
Keerthi waited for her husband to return, her eyelids losing battle with sleep, wishing Vihan hadn’t interrupted them , being the last thought before sleep embraced her.