True Love (mature)

Khushi stood in front of the mirror, fingering the mangal sutra resting on her alabaster neck. The black string of beads symbolized her marriage to the man she loved, and she smiled softly as she recalled the moments from earlier today.

 

“Khushi, I love you. Your smile and bubbliness makes my entire day, and I’m so glad I get to spend the rest of my life with you.”

 

A soft blush filled her downy cheeks, staining them with an appealing pink. She felt the ball of nerves in her stomach in anticipation of what was going to happen next, and walked over to the bed with trembling hands.

 

She sat down on the bed carefully, adjusting her lehenga neatly so that it fell in perfect pleats to the floor.

 

The bed was covered in white, silk sheets, with rose garlands hanging from the ceiling in a canopy. Red rose petals lay in a heart shape against the soft sheets, with two towel swans making a heart with their heads.

 

The entire room was dimly lit with rows of candles, and the full, rounded moon outside their window. She looked up to see the stars, twinkling down brightly at her.

 

“Khushi.”

 

She turned to see his tall silhouette standing in the door, looking dapper in a fancy Armani suit. She blushed, lowering her eyes as he walked into the room, his caramel eyes simmering with an unknown emotion.

 

“Arnavji…”

 

He walked up to her, cupping her soft cheeks in his calloused hand. His eyes darkened from molten caramel to desire laden chocolate as he looked at her, taking in her beauty. The moonlight made her radiant skin glow, and he couldn’t believe that she was finally his.

 

He picked her up in his arms, and she blushed and looked away as he carried her to their bed, placing her in the middle and leaning over her.

 

His eyes focused on her pretty, pink lips, curved into an adorable pout. He kissed her, and she responded artlessly, her tongue tentatively brushing against his lower lip.

 

He continued down the alabaster column of her neck, his day-old stubble turning the skin red as he nuzzled at her pulse point. He bit down gently, soothing the mark with his tongue as it bruised her porcelain skin.

 

She squirmed underneath him, unable to understand the dizzying feelings coursing through her.

 

Was this what love felt like?

 

He rolled over to the side, gently tugging at the doris that held her red blouse shut.

 

She flushed under his roving gaze, her heaving breasts moving up and down through the red lace.

 

“Have I told you how much I love red?”

 

She shook her head, turning away so he couldn’t see the pink rapidly filling her cheeks. He unclasped the red lace bra, and she immediately covered herself, turning away so he couldn’t see.

 

He turned her around slowly, pulling her arms away from her chest. He paused, drinking in the perky, round mounds that were flushed with her desire, a beautiful pink.

 

“Khushi, you’re beautiful.”

 

His voice was reverent, and she turned darker pink, her embarrassed gaze turning away from him. He smiled at her shyness, her innocence endearing.

 

He cupped them in his hands, and they fit perfectly. They weren’t too big or too small, and he loved the way they felt in his hands. She arched her back as he kissed them, kneading them in gentle circles.

 

“Arnavji, please?”

 

He took off his shirt, and her eyes widened as he revealed his rippling, well toned muscles, his biceps strong. His thick mane of black hair fell into his eyes, and she couldn’t resist reaching out a hand to touch his quivering muscles.

 

His eyes immediately darkened, and he groaned underneath her innocent touches.

 

His hands fumbled with her lehenga, pulling it down her legs slowly. He tugged off his pants, and she turned her eyes away, unable to look at his hard manhood.

 

Arnav laughed softly, brushing a stray piece of hair out of her eyes.

 

“Khushi, it’s okay to look.”

 

She shook her head, and he paused over her body, looking at her nervous eyes.

 

Clouded hazel met dark chocolate, and he cupped her cheek, silently asking for permission. He saw the answer in her eyes, and pushed into her wet core slowly, not wanting to hurt her.

 

But it was inevitable, and when her barrier broke, she closed her eyes, a single, clear tear dripping down her downy, flushed cheek. Arnav’s heart broke, and he gently kissed her eyelids, kissing the tear and her cry of pain away.

 

When she wriggled her hips underneath him, he began to move slowly. The pain ebbed away, and it was replaced by blinding pleasure as he kissed her moans of pleasure, silencing them.

 

He thrust faster, both of them eager to reach the elusive peak. Her nails raked down his back as she wrapped her legs around his waist, eagerly drawing him closer.

 

“Oh, Arnav!”

 

She clenched around his still hard member, and fireworks burst in her head, the flowers opening as sparks shot through her body. She trembled, crying out his name.

 

He loved seeing the pleasure in her hazel orbs, the darkened depths almost green and glazed over with pleasure.

 

He continued to thrust into her, her gasps of pleasure spurring him on. They both went over the edge with a keening, spilling himself into her as his throbbing manhood pulsed inside of her as she clenched around him again.

 

He collapsed against her, his bod covered in a sheen of sweat, slick. He took in her long, thick black hair, falling like an ebony waterfall against the white pillows and contrasting, forming a halo around her head.

 

She looked like an angel.

 

His angel.

 

“You’re my angel, Khushi. I love you.”

 

She nestled her head into his chest, smiling.

 

“I love you too, Arnavji.”

 

They curled up together, slipping into a peaceful slumber as the stars sparkled above. The rose bush outside their room bloomed just as the sun began to rise, enlightening the happy couple with a blissful glow.

 

They were finally home.

 

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• ArHi
• IPKKND
• Mature