Luv (Un)Arranged (Luv Shuv #3)

Chapter 19

19

Song: In Lamhon Ke Daaman Mein

- Sonu Nigam, Madhushree

Aakar

A t one in the morning, I unlocked the door to the hotel room where Kriti and I were to stay for the night. The rest of the family had returned home, and someone would pick us up tomorrow morning for the remaining ceremonies. It was our customary wedding night. A few years ago, the wedding night used to happen at home. But as times changed, families felt more comfortable sending the couple to a hotel for their first night. It made things less awkward.

The moment I opened the door, we were greeted by a path of roses leading into the main room. Kriti had a shy smile as I let her take the first step into the room.

“It’s really fragrant, isn’t it?”

We were still dressed in our wedding clothes, and I watched the way the folds of her white and red saree draped over her curves. One of the green-colored folds of her saree was draped on her head. She held a small bag in her hand, same as me, that carried a change of clothes. “Really fragrant,” I answered, distracted by how much I loved her in the wedding dress.

I followed her inside the room, locking the door behind us.

The moment we turned into the main bedroom, Kriti gasped, and I couldn’t help but stand behind her and softly put my hand on her lower back.

The entire bedroom was decorated with flowers. The bed had a big red heart made out of rose petals. The desk had a big basket of goodies.

I lightly urged her forward by the hand on her back so we could walk around the bed. “If I’d known I’d get such a nice prize by getting married, I wouldn’t have waited this long.”

Kriti snorted. “Right?”

I took the bag from her hand and put it on the armchair across the huge bed.

I turned to find Kriti just standing there, staring at the bed. The moment she looked at me, I had no words. And she probably had none too because she just looked at me, her eyebrows raised in expectation.

“So,” I said.

And she burst out laughing. “So? That’s what you have to say to me?”

I chuckled and raked my hands through my hair. I shook my head and stepped closer to Kriti. Closer to my wife.

Her smile slipped.

After the entire day of getting ready, and dancing, and the ceremonies, and the photo session with everyone, and eating, I finally did what I’d wanted to do since I first saw Kriti walking down the aisle today.

I looked at her.

I stepped even closer to her and touched the maang tikka jewelry on her forehead. I moved it aside to see the sindoor, the red vermilion, that I put on her today, the proof that she was mine. I noticed the flat gold band on my ring finger, the proof that I was hers.

I touched her cheeks that still had makeup on.

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

I kissed her nose because it was right there, and she looked adorable when she got all flustered. “Just looking at my wife.”

She shook her head, but her lips were stretched in a smile. She touched the flat golden button of my sherwani. “How does your wife look?”

“Absolutely breathtaking.”

I stepped back and looked at her. The way she carried her saree, her hands full of henna and laden with gold bangles. “I didn’t want to stop looking at you today, but the wedding and the people constantly got in my way.”

She chuckled at that. I moved around her. I couldn’t stop grazing my hands along her fingers, her shoulders, and the saree fold that went from the back of her head to wrap around her waist. “So let me just look. I’ve been wanting to do this all day.”

She turned around, her cheeks all red, her eyes shining. She stepped closer to me so our bodies almost touched. “All day?”

I pulled on her waist and closed that gap. “All day.”

She raised on her toes and pulled me down into a kiss.

Our first kiss as husband and wife.

Her bangles clanked as she clutched my hair, and I was lost. Lost in her touch, in her taste, in the fact that I was kissing my wife.

With each deep kiss, my cock throbbed. Kriti moved her body against my hardness, and I couldn’t stop the loud groan.

Too soon, she pulled away. “Aakar.”

Her cheeks were flushed, her lips…God, those gorgeous lips were wet and soft, and my body begged me to pull her closer.

“Aakar,” she said, a smile on her face.

I shook the fog out of my mind and looked at her. “Sorry, what?”

She chuckled. Then she held my hands and said, “I cannot stay in these heavy clothes for a minute longer. I need a shower and to get into my comfiest pajamas. Right now.”

I groaned loudly. “Oh my god, I completely lost my mind. Yes, we definitely need to get showered.” My eyes fell on the decorated bed. “And do something about all these petals.”

Kriti walked on the other side of the bed and held the top bed cover. Following her lead, we slowly rolled the cover, trapping all the petals in the ball of bedsheet, and put it on the armchair.

I turned around from the armchair to find Kriti sitting on the edge of the bed. At my raised eyebrow, she said, “You’ll have to help me get my hair free from this…” She waved her hand around her head area.

My eyes bulged at the monumental task that she just gave me. “Umm…I have no idea what and how they’ve gotten your hair like that.”

She smirked. “Neither do I. They don’t explain it to you, and I don’t have eyes on the back of my head.”

My heart raced at the thought. But Kriti patted the mattress right behind her. “Get on the bed behind me. And we’ll figure it out slowly.”

My lips twitched at that. I couldn’t help it. She dramatically rolled her eyes at that, but she clearly had a ridiculous smile on her face. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

I scoffed, pulled off my own dupatta from around my neck, and got on the bed behind her. “Sure you didn’t.”

When she shook her head, I clutched her shoulders. “Now stay still, baby. Let me look at what we have here.”

“So you’ll see tons of pins.”

I chuckled. “Yes. Should I simply start pulling them out?”

She hummed in affirmative, and I got to work. One after the other, I removed the pins at the saree fold pinned to her hair. After a few pins, the fold slid down her back, revealing the deep neck at the back.

My breath came out all shaky at the smooth skin, and I was painfully hard. I wanted to touch her, taste her, kiss her.

With a rough exhale, I continued to remove the pins around the flowers pinned to her head. “How did you carry all that on your head the whole day?”

“You only get married once. I wanted it all.”

She does love getting all ready. And she does it so well.

I softly plucked one pin after another so as not to pull her hair. As soon as I plucked another pin, the whole bouquet and a whole bunch of hair hung off Kriti’s head. And I won’t lie. I shrieked as I held that hair. Oh my god, she was going to kill me. “Kriti, this is all coming out. Oh fuck.”

And she bent low so her head was near her lap. Was she crying? Oh god, I was already messing up my marriage.

I moved the hair and the bouquet as she moved her head. “I’m so sorry, Kriti. Oh fuck.”

With a roar that shook my poor heart, she laughed. Her head moved back toward me, my hands clutching the flowers and the hair hanging from her head. “Aakar, they’re fake.”

I looked at the tangled mess of hair and flowers. The flowers certainly looked real. I brought the hair closer to my face, then moved them closer to Kriti’s real hair. “This looks so much like yours.”

She snorted. “I paid good money for a proper hairstyle. Now, please keep removing the pins and get that heavy bunch off my head.”

“A little warning would’ve been nice,” I grumbled, slowly plucking the tiny black pins.

After a few more pins, I softly pushed my hand into Kriti’s hair for some grip and pulled the flowers and the fake hair out. Once out, I spread my fingers over her scalp and gave her hair a gentle shakedown to loosen up the stray pins.

At that, she threw her head back, her neck arched, and moaned loudly. “God, that feels so good.”

I couldn’t help it. I bent forward and kissed her neck. I gave her scalp a soft massage, causing her body to sway toward me. I continued to run my hand in her hair and pluck out each pin that I encountered.

How many pins did one need?

Once each pin was out, I ran my fingers through her hair, not wanting to stop. With every swipe of my hand, she sighed and relaxed into me deeper. My heart was beating a mile a minute. I could not believe I was sitting here playing with my wife’s gorgeous hair.

A few minutes passed, and she asked, “Aakar?”

“Hmm?”

Her fingers played with her saree. “Um. Would you help me get out of this saree? The pins…”

“Yes. Of course.” I didn’t need any explanation or reason.

She chuckled and turned to look at me. “When did you become such a horndog?”

I pushed her hair aside and kissed her shoulder. “Months and months of talking to you and imagining you beside me.” I pulled out the first safety pin at her shoulder. “Sleeping with just the thought of you in my head every night.”

I pulled out another, and the folds of the saree fell. The saree pooled in her lap, leaving her in just her blouse. “I’m fucking dying for you.”

She shivered, and her breath came out in a rough exhale. “That was actually the worst place to start unpinning the saree.”

I pulled her head back so she looked at me, giving me a front view to her glorious cleavage, her lush breasts begging to be touched. “I’d say it was the best place to start.”

And I kissed her. Her moan touched my tongue, and I shook with need and desperation to hold her closer to me. My mind was lost in a fog of lust and desire and a need so deep I could feel it in my veins.

She turned in my arms so she faced me, her legs almost dangling off the bed. I caught her in my arms and pulled her into me, all the while she kissed me. She clutched my kurta and pulled me closer. And I went deeper. My body screamed for more. More kisses. More touching. More tasting.

She gasped and pulled back, gulping a deep breath of air. Her skin was flushed, and her eyes glazed in pools of dark desire. Her fist still clutched my kurta. “You need to undress me,” she said, her voice shaky, “and then we need to shower. I feel way too disgusting after the entire day to get naked right now.”

My mind barely registered her words. With all the blood rushing south, my brain had nothing but air. Before I could say anything, Kriti jumped out of bed and stood facing me, her saree fold hanging down her back, some folds pulling down at various places where those pins held them.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts. Yes. Take out the pins. Shower. Shower together? Did she say that? I needed to get my bearings. It was our wedding night. She must be bone-tired after the entire day of wearing her ensemble, and here I was, jumping her bones the moment I got her alone.

Slowly, I pushed myself to the edge of the bed and sat there, waiting for her to get closer so I could start removing the pins.

She took two steps toward me so she almost stood between my legs. “I’m sorry I lost my mind there a little bit. You must be tired, and I behaved like a selfish fool.”

I took out the pins from the saree draped along her waist, and she held the fabric that came off. She held my hand at her waist, so I looked at her. “Aakar, I liked it. I needed it. Don’t beat yourself up for wanting me. If I wasn’t trapped in two sarees, a big hairdo, a mountain of makeup, and this jewelry, we would’ve been in bed making out right now.”

I groaned at the visual and pulled her closer so my head rested on her waist. She was all soft and lush and a perfect handful, and I couldn’t help but squeeze her closer. She ran her hand in my hair and pulled my head up.

“Aakar, get me out of this saree.”

I swallowed, but my throat had dried up. I nodded and got back to work. “When you mentioned we need to shower, did you mean together?”

My heart pounded as I waited for her answer. She didn’t laugh at that. And when I looked up in the middle of getting a stubborn pin out, she was biting her lip, and her cheeks were flushed.

Not to spook her, I quickly got all the pins out. She turned this way and that as we got her saree out. And there she stood. Just in her blouse and the underskirt. I knew she wasn’t wearing a bra because her blouse was backless, and I could see the wide expanse of her skin. I wanted to devour her.

I let her go as I sat at the edge of the bed in my sherwani suit, fully clothed, while she was nearly undressed. “Go have a shower, baby. I’ll get things sorted here.”

She smiled and walked to the en suite bathroom. She went inside, and I sat there, trying to get my hard-on under control.

We are not having sex today. We are not having sex today. It’s 2 a.m., and we need to rest. She is tired, and sad, and emotional. She just left her family. I need to be strong and clearheaded. She needs to see that I’m on her side. And that I’ll take care of her. Not lose my mind at just the sight of her alone with me. We have our entire lives to explore. Not tonight.

“Aakar.” My head snapped up to find Kriti standing at the bathroom door, all her jewelry removed, her hair falling in waves. She looked glorious.

“Yeah?” My voice was barely a whisper since I’d lost my voice at the sight of my wife.

Her cheeks flushed, and she could barely meet my eyes. “Umm…would you help me wash my hair?”

My heart—and my cock—soared, and I was off the bed.

Kriti

Aakar strode toward me in the next second. In under five seconds, he had pulled me inside the bathroom. With the way his fingers had brushed along my hair, my neck, and my shoulders while he removed all the pins, my heart had not stopped racing a mile a minute.

And when he’d brushed his lips along my shoulder, I melted. My body just wanted him closer and needed him to pull me into his arms. So when he let me go to shower alone, I couldn’t help but feel a riot of confusing thoughts.

On one hand, I was downright terrified of what he’d think of my naked body. No one had ever seen me so entirely naked, and the thought of him not liking my rolls and my curves sent me into a mini-panic mode. But on the other hand, I really didn’t want to be alone.

I wanted to be engulfed in Aakar’s strong arms, be kissed and coddled. I needed to feel needed by him. By my husband . And it was Aakar. I trusted him to take care of me.

And if he hated seeing me naked, better to find it out now.

So when we stepped into the bathroom, and he started to remove his sherwani, I just stood there. I watched as he quickly undid the buttons and pulled off the kurta, revealing a white undershirt. He should’ve looked ridiculous with the white undershirt tucked into the ballooning pajama bottom, but he absolutely didn’t.

Because in the next minute, keeping his eyes on mine, his eyes dilated with need and hunger, he undid the bottom and stood in his white boxer briefs. And my eyes, my shameless eyes, were stuck at the growing bulge that stretched the briefs.

“Should I pull them off? Give you a better look?”

I quickly met his eyes, embarrassment rushing to my cheeks at being caught staring. “I didn’t mean to stare.”

His eyes had that sharp glint that had me taking a step back. His lips curled in a smirk that got my heart racing, and he stepped closer. “Please do. You see what your mere presence does to me?”

My breath came out short, and I nodded. “Yes.”

“Are you still sure about wanting to shower together?”

I was terrified, and nervous, and self-conscious, and excited, and trembling down to my toes. But I was sure that I wanted it. I needed to see more of Aakar. “I’m sure.”

A downright sinful smile came over his face, and I had never felt this heat before. “Do you want me to help you take your clothes off, or do you want me to watch?”

My cheeks were burning up. Oh god, he was going to see me naked in just a few moments. Thank God, I was entirely waxed and prepped. Everywhere. Thanks to the bridal waxing package at the beauty parlor.

Before I could even respond, Aakar pulled off his undershirt and stood in his very tented white briefs. I wish I could take my eyes off it, but I just could not. His broad chest with a light dusting of chest hair made me want to rub myself all over him.

When he stepped closer, eyebrows raised, waiting for me to make a decision, I couldn’t stop the tremble in my voice. “Could you go in the shower first, and I’ll join you?”

His eyes softened. And he moved closer to me, so close his naked, hairy chest brushed against my blouse. He held me by the back of my neck, his firm touch assuring, and when he spoke, his breath fanned my ears, giving me goose bumps along my back. “Don’t take too long.”

When I nodded, he pushed his hardness along my bare stomach, causing a flood of heat between my legs. With a quick kiss on my forehead, he turned, dropped his underwear, walked into the glass shower room, and turned on the shower.

When he spun to face me, I could see his hard cock, the entire length of him, in all its glory. That was mine , and God help me, but I loved how he looked. Dripping wet, he moved his one hand to hold his dick, and he groaned. His head fell back, but his eyes stayed on mine. They were clouded with hunger, and he looked at me like I was the only one who could help him.

My hands trembled with the need to touch him, feel him in my hands, and learn how to bring him pleasure. Needing his mouth on mine, I removed my blouse, and my breasts finally fell free. And Aakar quickly started to wipe the fog and the water that covered the glass partition. His eyes were wild with desire. Desire for me. “Kriti. God, you’re so fucking sexy, baby.”

His hand moved faster while his other hand kept clearing the water. His words fueled me, and I removed the underskirt and got out of my panties. Aakar’s loud groan, his need for me, had my pussy wet and aching. I so wanted to rub myself and push two fingers in just to relieve the ache.

I was a virgin but not short of orgasms. Romance books and English movies educated me on what an orgasm was and how I was supposed to feel. I knew what I loved, and I was dying to learn all that we could do with our bodies.

Aakar’s hand moved at a firm pace. His hips jerked in tandem, and his eyes roamed across every inch of me by the time I reached the glass door of the shower.

I had barely touched it before Aakar pulled it open and dragged me inside the hot shower.

In the next breath, his lips were on mine, and he kissed me like he would die if he didn’t get to kiss me. The moment he pulled me closer, our naked bodies brushed each other, and sparks lit up every part of my body. I wanted to pull back and get closer all at the same time.

The overwhelming need his touch ignited terrified me. His warm hand held my waist and tugged me deeper. He groaned into my mouth, and I clutched his shoulder.

“Kriti, fuck.” He pulled back from my mouth, drew my head back, and dipped his head to kiss my neck. His lips were soft, but his beard rubbed my neck and burned me in the most delicious way possible.

He stopped suddenly and looked at me. “Please tell me to stop if you don’t like something or if you feel uncomfortable.”

Water sprayed over us, running down my body. I needed his mouth back where it was, so I quickly nodded and pulled him back to my neck. And he chased the rivulets with his mouth—sipping and licking and sucking.

He leaned me back farther and stared at my breasts, his chest heaving. “Fuck, Kriti. I love your boobs. So full. Fucking perfect.”

His hands slowly moved up from my waist, grazing the side of my breasts. My body thrummed with desire, pleasure and need making me arch my back, pushing my boobs against him. “Please,” I moaned.

With a gruff growl, he finally touched them and gave a rough squeeze, and they overflowed in his hands. The sight looked so erotic, so filthy, a needy moan escaped my lips. Pleasure raced down my spine, and my hips jerked to get closer to the very hard erection poking at my stomach.

Aakar looked at my body like I’d fulfilled every one of his fantasies. Like I was his only desire. Every insecurity I had about not being sexy enough for him disappeared. His eyes were dark pools of hunger. He bent down and took one of my nipples in his mouth and sucked. “Aakar,” I moaned, his name echoing in the room.

“Please touch me, baby. God, I need your hands on me.”

He didn’t have to ask me twice. I looked down between us at his thick, dark brown cock, his pink head peeking from his foreskin. Tentatively, I brushed my fingers along the pulsing vein of his length. My heart pounded as I touched a guy’s dick for the first time. Aakar shivered as his hips jerked forward. A hiss escaped him as I closed my fist around him.

Our breaths mingled as we looked down at my hand clutching his cock. “You okay?” he asked, his voice coming in pants as if he’d run a mile.

My voice was barely a whisper. “Yeah,” I answered and slowly tugged at his cock.

He groaned my name. “Don’t, baby. This is going to be over fast. Fuck.”

And it really made me happy to watch Aakar lose all his control. He was barely hanging on. But before I could move my hand, he closed his fist around mine, stopping any movement.

When I looked at him, he asked, “Do you make yourself come, baby?”

My thighs clenched, and heat rushed down my core. “Yes,” I whispered.

A savage smile came over his face, and he walked me back until my knees touched the stone bench behind me. At his next step, I sat on the bench. His rock-hard cock was right near my face, with our hands still holding it.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

Aakar got on his knees so our eyes met, and with a rough voice, he said, “Will you show me how you make yourself come?”

Heat rushed between my legs, and I couldn’t help but squeeze my legs tighter. Keeping his eyes on mine, he pushed my legs apart, exposing me to him. His brows raised in permission, and without missing a beat, I nodded.

My body was on fire, and his simple touch on my knees had me squirming on the cold stone bench. At the sight of me, he grabbed one of my thighs and opened me farther. “Touch yourself, baby.”

I was so close to the edge, but I was also nervous. I’d never come in front of anyone. I didn’t know if he’d like my orgasm face. I was pretty sure it wasn’t that pretty. Nobody had a pretty orgasm face. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to come. I really want you, but my mind won’t stop spinning.”

Aakar came forward and held both of my cheeks in one hand, causing my lips to pucker up, and ravaged my mouth. My head spun. The feel of his lips over mine, his tongue moving along mine, and the sharp sting of his teeth on my lips had me arching my back.

“Feel this?” Aakar asked, his forehead against mine, our eyes watching the way he moved his hand on his cock. “Do you like it when I stroke myself?”

I quickly nodded. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my life.

“Let me watch you too. I need to see your fingers rubbing your pussy. Just the thought…Fuck.”

His hips jerked, and he quickly let go of his cock. “Too close,” he said, groaning as if he was in terrible pain.

He sat back on his feet, his eyes dark with desire and his cock flush against his stomach. Fuck, his balls looked tight. And all of him was mine. My hand flew between my legs and squeezed my pussy.

My body sang in relief at that first touch. “Aakar,” I moaned.

He gasped, and his eyes were riveted to the way my hands moved. I rubbed myself, softly played around my clit, round and round, occasionally brushing across my opening. My back arched, wanting more. Harder. I ached between my legs, and I squeezed my breast, hard, to soothe the need.

At once, Aakar moved forward and sucked the nipple of the breast I held, and squeezed the other one in his big hand. White-hot pleasure buzzed through my veins, causing a flood of need to rush out.

Aakar moved back, and his hand was back to stroking himself. His strong hand flexed as he tugged himself. His hips jerked as if he was already fucking me, and his other hand held my thigh wide open, watching my hand move over my clit.

The moment I dipped my finger in, Aakar let out a loud groan. “Fuck, baby. I can’t…I can’t hold back any longer.”

His hands were a blur as he pounded into his hand, his grip so tight, his cock flushed red. And with a powerful thrust, white ropes of cum landed on the tiles between us.

My body throbbed with need, and I rubbed myself harder, wanting to follow him. My hips lifted, and I pushed two of my fingers in, rubbing at the spot that I knew had me seeing stars. With my other hand, I rubbed my clit. And when I looked up at Aakar, his eyes were focused on me.

I looked down, and his cock was still half hard. “It’s not going to go down anytime soon,” he said, his voice hoarse.

Before I could move my fingers over my clit, Aakar moved forward and bent down so his face was right near my pussy. “Would you like to use my fingers for fucking?”

I quickly pulled out my fingers, and in the next minute, Aakar slowly pushed his middle finger in. Pleasure raced down my limbs, my toes curled, and before I knew it, I had put them on his naked thighs.

“Another,” I moaned.

And quickly, Aakar pushed two of his fingers inside, and with a wicked smile that made my heart race, he bent down.

The moment his mouth closed over my clit, I screamed. My hips jerked forward, needing him deeper, and harder, and faster. I had no idea a wet mouth over my clit could feel like that . So warm, so fucking wet, so hot, so overwhelming.

I clutched his head by his hair and moved my hips in perfect tandem with his head. “Don’t lick so fast,” I panted. “Curl your fingers as if you’re trying to touch my clit from the inside.”

I couldn’t help but keep the chant of my instructions running. And Aakar followed my directions to a T.

“Yes, Aakar, yes. Don’t stop. Just like that.”

He licked around my clit and moved away. “Fuck, baby. Look at you. Fuck, I can’t get enough of you.”

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” I grabbed his head and shoved him between my legs.

He got the message and sucked my clit while he rubbed that spot in perfect harmony. And I shattered. A bright-white orgasm raced down my spine to my toes. I grabbed his hand that was inside me and pushed him deeper, holding him steady inside as I pulsed and pulsed and pulsed around his fingers.

After what felt like a few minutes, his soft lips around my thighs and belly brought me back. I hadn’t realized my eyes were closed, but when I opened them, I found Aakar still between my legs, his hands massaging my thighs, my calves, my ankles.

“And you said we wouldn’t have great sex.” He teased me with the same words that I’d used when I found out he, too, was a virgin.

He clutched my hand and pulled me up so I sat straighter. I bent forward and kissed him, bringing him closer. “I take my words back. I think we’re pretty good at this.”

“Thanks to years of self-practice and porn.”

“Right? And don’t forget romance books,” I added.

He stood, his hardness brushing my stomach, and pulled me up with him. “Can’t forget that.”

We stood under the slightly cooling shower, but I didn’t care. Aakar was warm, and he massaged my hair. “So what porn categories do you watch?”

He grabbed my ass and closed the gap between us. He moved his hips against mine and bent closer to me. “Depends.”

He then turned around and squeezed a lot of shampoo into his hand. With his other finger, he twirled it in the classic turnaround signal. I was nearly giddy that he was going to wash my hair. “Depends on what?”

He stepped closer, his thick cock brushing between my ass cheeks. Now that I was a little more used to it, I didn’t jump away. I stood still, letting him move closer as he lathered up my hair. For a second, he didn’t answer. He simply massaged my scalp as I leaned my head back.

His hands were so big. So warm. So comforting. I almost forgot what I’d asked him when he pulled my head back and ran his soapy hands over my shoulders. “Depends on whether I was imagining fucking you hard or slow.”

My hips automatically pushed back, wanting his arms around me. Wanting more .

His hands moved lower, and he held my waist from behind and moved his hips, sliding between my legs.

And just like that, under the pouring cool water, he came between my legs, and thank God he was holding my waist because he was quick to run his soapy hands between my legs and push me into that earth-shattering bliss.

Soon, we got into the lush bed in our comfortable pajamas. He pulled me into his arms and kissed my neck. The entire day soon got to me, and I was almost asleep when Aakar said, “I’m definitely getting us a hotel room for tomorrow night too.”