Luv (Un)Arranged (Luv Shuv #3)

Chapter 21

21

Song: Aye Udi Udi Udi

- Adnan Sami, A.R. Rahman, Gulzar

Aakar

I didn’t let go of a very naked and very hot Kriti for even a moment as I led her to our bed. My mouth was busy kissing her, my hands clutching her as close to me as possible. The moment the back of her legs touched the bed, I caught her free fall, pulled her up the bed, and laid down on top of her.

My lips swallowed her loud moan the moment our bodies touched. My arms surrounded her, and my legs tangled with hers, all while my hardness rubbed along her stomach. Slowly.

Her feet rubbed against my calves, and red-hot pleasure sparked through my veins. “What are you doing to me, Kriti?”

My voice was hoarse, my body on fire, as she arched her neck and moaned my name. “Aakar, closer.”

Her hand clutched my hair, and she pushed my face to her exposed neck.

A loud groan rumbled up my chest, and a burning spark of possession took root inside my mind. Mine. All mine.

My movements held no finesse as I devoured her neck. When I ravaged the soft, creamy skin at the spot where her neck met her shoulder, Kriti’s body arched up to meet mine, and her nails dragged along my back.

My cock was now dripping on her soft stomach, the friction sending hot bolts of pressure down my spine.

Sweat dripped down my back as our bodies rubbed against each other.

I couldn’t get enough of her. My wife. The woman I was in love with.

Her touch branded me, and her lips owned me.

My hands traveled down as I grabbed the perfect handful of her ass and pulled her dripping wetness against my cock.

She whimpered as she entwined her legs around my waist. “Yes, baby. You’re soaked for me, aren’t you?”

She moaned in answer.

I stopped kissing her shoulder and looked at her. I clutched her chin in my hand, and her eyes met mine. I brushed my thumb along her lips. “Answer me, Kriti. I want to hear you say it.”

I moved my cock between her legs and pushed, almost brushing at her opening.

Her pussy soaked my cock, and her wetness ran down my sack.

My body arched in pleasure as I tried to think of the worst possible things to keep from coming. “You’re soaked for me, aren’t you, baby?”

Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were hooded with pleasure as she nodded. “Yes. I’m s…soaked. F-for you.”

“Fuck yes. You feel how hard you make me?” I clutched her ass tighter and pushed myself against her, sliding along her wetness and drenching myself in her.

She moaned. “Yes. God, Aakar.”

All I could feel were her nails dragging down my back, her teeth biting my shoulder, her thighs, her wetness engulfing my cock. With every push between her thighs, my cock grazed her wet opening, and every time, she squeezed me tighter.

Her moans were a constant chant of More. More. More.

Pleasure built down my spine, but I needed her to come.

She writhed underneath me, her movements turning sharper. I clutched one of her thighs, wrapping it around my waist, and with my other hand, I held her jaw and ravaged her mouth.

I swallowed her moans and whimpers as her other leg wrapped around my thigh.

Her words were unintelligible except for my name. “Aakar. Aakar, Aakar.”

Her face flushed with need, her eyes heavy with desire, her gorgeous tits bouncing with each of my thrusts, and her body writhed against mine. I'd never looked at something more breathtaking in my life than my wife. “Fuck, I love you, baby.”

Those words seemed to be her undoing. She arched her spine, her hands clutching my ass in both hands and pushing me so deep I felt her thighs tighten. When a rush of wetness coated my cock, pleasure raced down my spine, and I exploded between us, coating Kriti’s pussy, her stomach, and her thighs.

For a few minutes, I stayed there with my face tucked in my wife’s neck. I breathed her in, feeling her exhales on my shoulder as her hands ran down my back.

I could feel the stickiness between us.

Her groans joined mine as I propped myself up on my arms to put some space between us.

I could not, for the life of me, move away from her.

“You okay?” I asked, cataloging her disheveled state.

She looked at me, her eyes soft and tired.

She softly moved her hand on my back, and I barely stopped my shiver. My cock, however, gave a helpless twitch from where it was still tucked between her legs.

Her eyes widened, and her mouth dropped in an O. “Still?” she asked, her voice raspy.

I lightly rubbed myself against her to show her my now semi-hard state. “This is not going down anytime soon around you.”

Her lips curved up into a shy smile. “Good. I like it.”

“You like it, huh?”

“Very much.” She pulled me closer and put her lips on mine. She kissed me like she was afraid she’d forget my taste. Her tongue rubbed against mine, and I was fully hard once more, trying not to start rubbing myself against her.

We needed to sleep. We had a long day ahead of us.

But apparently, Kriti seemed to have other ideas.

Before I could move away from the hot and wet mess between us, Kriti clutched my ass and rubbed herself against my cock.

My cum and her wetness eased her way, and my cock easily slid between her folds. “Again?” I asked, already clutching her hair and tilting her neck to put my mouth at her pulse.

She let out a loud moan, dragged her nails down my back, and clutched her legs around my waist. “Again.”

Kriti

The following day, I officially moved into my new house. My new family was very much in festive spirits. The day passed by quickly with lots of food and conversations with the last few lingering relatives.

Aakar and I had just reached our bedroom on the top floor of the house after dinner to settle in when the door to our room burst open, and Abhi walked in. Behind him, Akira and all of the cousins followed.

Every one of them had excited smiles on their faces. I turned to Aakar in question, but he just shrugged in confusion.

The moment I turned to them, everyone shouted, “Welcome to the family, bhabhi.” Bhabhi means sister-in-law.

Abhi, Akira, and Ria were the main cheerleaders, while the three younger kids— Soham, Samar, and Dhruv—stood in front of them. Sam and Luke stood behind the group, observing the Mishra family’s warmth. I met Meera’s eyes behind them, where she stood beside Luke, and she gave me a look that screamed Are you sure you’re prepared for this large, crazy family?

I instantly felt the warm presence of Aakar beside me, and he wrapped his hand around my waist.

I smiled at each of them. “Thank you so much, you guys. And do you really have to call me bhabhi?”

I really wasn’t digging the term “Bhabhi” for myself. I knew it was a term of respect for a sister-in-law, but it made me feel old. Again, I was older than almost all of Aakar’s siblings, but I didn’t care.

Akira and Abhi burst into laughter and did a high-five. Akira turned to me with a smile on her face. “We were just discussing the same thing before we came up here. It’s the first time we’ve had to call someone bhabhi. We had to practice just saying that word before coming up here.”

While Akira talked, everyone had just settled into our room. Sam and Luke got some chairs from the lounge outside, Ria turned on the air conditioner, Meera and Abhi had already settled themselves on the floor against the bed, while the three kids had already run off to play.

Abhi turned to me with a mischievous smile on his face. “So we don’t have to call you bhabhi?”

Before I could tell him he could call me whatever he wanted, Aakar beat me to it. “You can stop calling her bhabhi the day you stop calling me bhai.” Bhai was a term of respect for the older brother.

In the next second, Abhi stood beside Aakar, put his elbow on Aakar’s shoulder, and with a swag only a younger brother could muster, he said, “So, Aakar…”

We burst out laughing when Aakar chased Abhi, and Abhi ran around the room and used me as a literal human shield. “Save me, bhabhi . ”

Aakar stopped right in front of me, his eyes shining with emotions. He quickly took my hand and pulled me away from Abhi into his arms. Everyone cheered around us, and I could only smile at Aakar.

Soon, we’d all settled around the room. Aakar and I had quickly taken turns to change into our pajamas to get comfortable. He wore an oversized, soft-looking white T-shirt and gray sweatpants. I had to try really hard not to stare at him as he bantered with his siblings.

Looking at them gave me a sharp tug in my chest. I missed Rati and Kartik. Those two would have been harassing me, just like Abhi and Akira. Both of them were at an age where they were usually glued to their phone. It was at least better than the constant fights when they’d instantly join forces the moment I scolded one. I could just imagine myself in my room, checking my students’ notebooks while Rati studied.

Right then, a glass of water appeared in front of me. I clutched the glass and met the eyes of my husband. His eyes shone in understanding, and with a nod, I took a few sips of the cold water, soothing my heart that still ached with the longing for my family.

As the evening passed, everyone started to leave. Meera and Luke were the first to leave since they had to return to their house, and Abhi and Sam followed. Akira and Ria stayed to talk about Ria’s new job for a while. Apparently, Aakar’s friend had helped her get a new job after quitting the old one she hated.

The moment Aakar went to the restroom, Akira and Ria directed their focus on me.

Akira’s cheeks turned a little red as she tried to say whatever was on her mind. “Um…Bhabhi, are you all prepared to leave for your honeymoon?”

I burst out laughing. “I can’t believe you’re asking me that.”

Akira groaned and covered her face. “I’m supposed to be all cool about this, but we all know what happens on a honeymoon, and it’s my older brother’s honeymoon we’re talking about. Ew.”

Ria and I chuckled. Ria rolled her eyes at Akira’s dramatics. “Ignore her. We’re here for you , not Aakar. We just want you to know that you can talk to us about anything, Kriti. We’re sisters now. I hope you love Bora Bora. It looked like a great place.”

Akira nodded. “Yes, exactly what she said.”

And my heart melted. I’d always had Meera to talk to about things like that, but now I get two more people to share my feelings with. “I’m all good. Don’t worry. I’m quite excited.”

They both waggled their eyebrows and burst out laughing.

They left after wishing me a good night.

I couldn’t wait for my honeymoon.

And oh, I was very, very prepared.