Luv (Un)Arranged (Luv Shuv #3)

Chapter 22

22

Song: Hua Mein

- Raghav Chaitanya, Pritam

Aakar

O ur flight to Bora Bora was fairly uneventful, except for the feel of Kriti’s head on my shoulder throughout the flight. She had made all sorts of promises about wanting to watch movies together on the flight and eating the airplane food that barely tasted like anything. But the moment the flight took off, she fell asleep. She could not even stay awake for our short flight from Tahiti to Bora Bora.

Her head lolled forward. The good husband that I was, I put my own head on hers as she slept on my shoulder.

I had to wake her when the pilot announced that we would land in Bora Bora in ten minutes.

I looked down at the way Kriti was all snuggled up, holding my arm like her personal pillow. I placed a quick kiss on her head and nudged her. “Kriti, baby, wake up.”

When she didn’t move an inch, I nudged her harder. “Kriti.”

She jerked upright. “Huh! What? I’m awake.”

I chuckled. “Sure, you are.”

She looked around in a daze, and her eyes softened when they met mine. “I slept the whole way?”

“Yep. The whole way. We’re almost there. I didn’t want you to miss the view of the islands from up here.”

She quickly raised the window shade at our seat, and I felt her awe when she gasped at the view.

Endless turquoise blue stretched along the horizon, with small and large mountains peaking from the scattered clouds. The deep waters and the vast islands had excitement rushing through my blood.

Kriti’s words were a whisper. “Aakar, it’s gorgeous.”

“It is.”

We made our way through various overwater bungalows, following the resort manager as he led us to our one-bedroom villa suite. Endless blue stretched across the horizon on one side, the fresh breeze smelling of the sea. On my other side, all I saw was my wife, her face shining with excitement, her lips stretched wide in awe. She looked breathtaking.

The manager stopped at our villa. “Sir, welcome to your room. The lunch buffet begins soon. You can also place orders through our app, and we’ll deliver food to your villa at the time of your convenience. Enjoy your stay.”

We thanked him and made our way into the villa we would be staying in for the next seven days.

We were welcomed into an airy living area with a full-length glass window in a central courtyard when we entered. Big potted plants were in every corner, and all the furniture was wooden.

Kriti oohed and aahed beside me, touching every little surface, marveling at the space.

Her excitement was contagious. She led the way in, and I followed her.

She opened the glass door and stepped into the courtyard that was covered on two sides. The other corner had a pool with a view of the ocean behind it.

My mind had a singular focus at that point. I only wanted—needed—one thing.

Kriti. Naked. In the pool. Facing the ocean.

And me. Behind her. Buried deep inside her. Holding her to me.

My eyes met hers. And I saw the heat reflected in her eyes as well.

I didn’t know if she read my mind, but she took a step closer to the pool.

I dropped the bags from my hand and ran.

By the time we reached the pool, she’d rid herself of her purse and her phone. And I was a damn lucky man because she had the forethought of wearing a dress that hugged every delicious curve of her body when it was dry.

Now, if it was to get wet, I might just die.

Only one way to find out.

I pulled her to me and jumped into the water before she could yell my name.

My lips were on hers as we went under, her arms wrapped around my neck. It was just me, Kriti, and the blissful silence of water. I was surrounded by water, but all I felt were her soft lips on mine and the taste of her tongue. We might’ve been under the water for a mere few seconds, but it felt like I could spend my eternity here.

We came up in a rush, my heart pounding. My arms clutched at the glorious bare hips of my wife, her dress floating up in the water, as I dove between her generous tits.

Kriti tilted her head back and pulled my head even closer. “Oh god, Aakar. More.”

My groan was animalistic as I sucked at her skin, my body trying to obey every command from Kriti’s mouth.

I was entirely too greedy for my wife.

I wanted to consume her. Live under her skin. Breathe her in. And keep her tied to me forever.

Without removing my mouth from her skin, I lifted her by the hips and walked us to the edge of the pool. Her head tilted back and rested against the edge, and the view had my heart beating out of my chest.

The endless ocean beyond, orange and purple streaks of light as the sun set behind the clouds, the sound of the waves crashing mingled with the moans coming out of Kriti’s mouth as she writhed in my arms, begging for more of me.

I closed the gap between us, held the edge of the pool with one hand, another holding Kriti, and crushed my lips to her. I drank her moans and sucked her tongue. I licked the water off her neck and couldn’t help but suck at the delicate skin where her neck met her shoulders.

Kriti tangled her hands in my hair and pushed me deeper. “Oh god, Aakar. Harder. Suck me harder.”

With a groan, I pushed down the tiny strip of her sleeve and followed the bare shoulder with my mouth. I was hungry for her taste. I kissed and nipped and sucked at her chest, her arms out of her sleeves, her dress hanging on to her breasts.

I sucked at the top of her breasts and pulled the fabric down, finally revealing her. “Look at you, baby. All for me.”

I grabbed her breasts and fucking loved how gloriously they fit in my hand. I squeezed them, causing her to arch her body and push them toward me. “You want my mouth on them, baby?”

Her eyes were dazed with lust, and her lips were dark red. Every inch of her was wet and wanting. “Yes. Yes. Please, Aakar.”

And I dove in. I clutched her waist with both of my hands, squeezing her to me, her legs wrapped around my hips, right where I needed her the most, and sucked and nipped and licked at her breasts. She panted and writhed, her pussy grinding against my very hard cock, as she led me by my hair where she needed.

I alternated between her breasts, and when I couldn’t take any more of her grinding, I pushed my pants down and let them float away in the water. I did the same with her panties and had her wrapped around me in the next second.

“Kriti, baby, fuck, I need you.”

“Do it, Aakar. I need you inside me.” She rubbed her pussy against me, shooting electric tingles down my spine. “Get inside me, Aakar.”

And as much as I wanted to push my cock inside her, I had to keep a clear head. It was our first time. So I pushed my hips away from hers, keeping her clutched to me, my forehead touching hers, my breath coming in pants. “Not like this, baby. We need to get in bed. I’ve waited a long time to do this with you, and I’ll always regret it if I hurt you.”

Tears glistened in her eyes, and she pulled me in and kissed me.

A kiss that wreaked havoc inside my body.

A kiss that had my heartbeat following hers.

A kiss that touched my soul.

A kiss from my wife.

“I love you,” she whispered against my lips.

“And I love you,” I breathed into hers, over and over, as I dragged her out of the pool and into our bed.

Kriti

One moment, I was in the pool, kissing my husband, loving my husband, and the next moment, I was on our big, fluffy white bed.

And Aakar was on top of me, his naked body rubbing against mine while he kissed me as if his life depended on it. I had never felt this wanted, loved, or beautiful in my life before.

The place between my legs throbbed and squeezed, and I could feel the wetness coating the apex of my thighs. I wrapped my legs around Aakar and moved so I could rub it on Aakar’s very hard, very prominent erection.

His groan vibrated against my chest, and I couldn’t help but rub myself against him. I’d never felt so wanton before, but this was Aakar. He held my thigh with his hand as he pushed his cock along the seam of my lips, coating himself even more with my arousal.

With every push of his hips, the way he held my thighs open, the way his warm, heavy body moved over me, I felt so empty. A riot of aching need and unimaginable pleasure sent electric sparks along my spine, causing my hips to rock against him, my body demanding more. “More, Aakar, please. I need you.”

“You’re soaked, baby. Look how easily I slide between your lips.”

My moan was loud and keening as need thrummed through my veins. The need to feel him deeper, to feel him deep inside me. But he. Just. Won’t. Get. In.

“Aakar, I need you inside me. Please.”

His loud groan against my cheek had me squeezing my thighs around his hips tighter, trying to pull him inside me. “Fuck, Kriti. I need you to come for me, baby. Just like this. Because once I bury myself inside you, it’s gonna be fucking over. I won’t be able to hold back, baby.”

With every slide of his hips between my thighs—his cock hit my clit, and his balls slapped my ass—mind-bending pleasure rocked through every nerve ending of my body.

His loud groan vibrated against my chest, his body shaking as if it took all of his strength to hold back from pushing inside me. “C’mon, baby. Come on my cock, and I’ll push inside you.”

I erupted with those words, his urgency, the way he clutched my arms, and his teeth grazing my shoulder. My muscles tightened as a surge of pleasure wracked my body, and wave after wave of euphoria had me seeing a million stars behind my eyes. I pulled Aakar deeper against me and held him there, clutching his ass as I felt my juices coating his cock even further.

Before I could come down from the high, Aakar sat on his knees and pulled my thighs farther apart, looking at the mess I’d made.

His eyes were wild, perspiration dotted his forehead, and he looked at me with hunger, passion, and unending want. He was panting so hard that he could barely get his words out. “You ready, baby? This might hurt.”

Even after the orgasm, I was still aching with want. So, despite the fear of getting hurt, I quickly gave him a nod.

Without looking away from my eyes, he held his cock against me and pushed in deeper and deeper and deeper until he was fully seated. Until I could feel the throbbing of his cock inside me. Until I could feel the weight of his balls against my cheeks. Until I teetered between pressure, pain, and discomfort.

He shivered above me, his hands clutching me tighter, his jaw sharp like ice as he looked at where we were joined. “Oh fuck, just look at us, baby. Look how perfectly we fit together.”

I pushed myself up on my elbows and could barely see the length of his cock as I tried to breathe through the pain.

“Please tell me when I can move, baby. Fuck. Fuck.”

He vibrated and couldn’t help but push a little inside me, causing me to flinch in pain. I clutched his ass to halt his movements, but it was impossible. He couldn’t stop shaking as his hips gave tiny, involuntary jerks. I breathed through the bite of pain and pushed him out a little, trying to get comfortable. “Give me a second, Aakar.”

His loud, desperate groan had me clenching around him, causing his arm to push up and grab the headboard. “Oh fuck, baby. Don’t do that. You feel too good.”

The sudden change in his position sent a zing of pleasure through my body among the sharp tinges of pain.

I moaned, and just to try again, I clutched his ass and pushed him in deeper.

His loud growl echoed in my ears as he buried his face against my neck and grabbed the pillow beside my head.

“Oh fuck, Kriti. I can’t. I can’t hold on this time. Please, please let me move. I can’t stop.”

And I knew I wasn’t close. But Aakar was losing control, and I needed to see him unhinged. I needed to see him wild with abandon, and I needed it to be me who made him snap.

So, despite the fact that I was nowhere near close to coming, I clutched his head and spread my legs. “I’m good, Aakar. Move.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

He fell into me, his cheek against mine, his mouth at my throat sucking, as he started to move. With every wild thrust inside me, I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him deeper. He groaned like he was dying, and I was his only lifeline.

His control burst into smithereens, pushing inside me over and over, bucking like mad. His need, and desperation, and hunger overpowered his senses.

When his cock started to hit deep inside me, all of his care for me forgotten, each of his thrusts started to shoot pleasure down my spine. After feeling the emptiness for so long, I finally felt so full, so needed, so one with him. I couldn’t stop the moan as I clutched his neck. I clenched my pussy tight around him, wanting to keep him inside me forever, all hints of pain forgotten.

With a sharp curse, Aakar’s entire body shuddered over me. I felt his cock pulse inside me as the hot rush of his cum had me burning with want. He was still shaking over me as he kept thrusting inside me, prolonging his pleasure.

Keeping a hand on his lower back, I dragged a blanket over us.

A few moments passed as I petted him, and he breathed into my neck. “You okay?” I asked.

He hummed into my chest, rubbing his nose along my breast. “I…That was…Um…”

I laughed as he tried to string some words together.

He nipped at my breast, making me squeal.

“I think you broke me, woman.”

“That good, huh?”

I caressed his hair near his ear, and he nuzzled into my hands.

“I knew having sex was going to feel amazing. I had imagined a thousand ways that I would love you and fuck you. But I had no idea it would feel like this with you.”

“Like what?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He looked at me, love shining in his eyes, a smile that could stop my heartbeat, and kissed me softly on the lips. “Like I was barely living before I met you. Like I could love you forever and never be satisfied. Like I had my first breath of sunshine. Like you were mine, and I was yours.”

I sniffled and tried to blink away the tears pooling in my eyes.

I pushed up on my elbows and kissed him.

“You’re still inside me,” I said as I felt him twitch inside me.

“Who said we’re done?”

And he pushed his tongue into my mouth as he slowly began to move inside me.

Afternoon turned to night, night turned to days, and we spent our time between conversations, food, and sex. Lots and lots of sex. And all of those times, we did not forget to use condoms, unlike our first time. It had totally slipped our minds at the moment, but neither of us was ready for a kid.

Aakar had quickly run down to the nearest drug store—which wasn’t that near after all—and gotten me a morning-after pill.

In the time between our sexual bouts, we talked about everything and nothing. We’d begun our relationship by making conversation, so it wasn’t new for us. But we’d never talked so much in person, looking at each other, walking along the beach hand in hand, or when he spooned me naked and kissed my neck.

I found he loved ’90s Bollywood comedy movies. And when I saw him laugh as we watched one of his favorites, tears streaming down his face, I fell for him even deeper.

I never wanted our days here to end.

It felt like a dream.

We spent our days exploring Bora Bora—going on the wildlife tour, visiting Mount Otemanu, swimming and walking along its beautiful beaches—and our nights discovering each other’s bodies. In our bed, on the sofa, in our bathtub, and finally, in the pool.

“What are you thinking?” Aakar asked, pulling me out of my musings.

We were lying in the courtyard near the pool, taking occasional dips in the cool water and eating fresh fruits.

Aakar ran his fingers through my hair as he waited for me to answer. “Just that I don’t want this to end.”

He pulled himself closer to me and ran his nose along my cheek. “Me too, baby.”

I moved my hand along his arm, brushing my fingers in the dusting of hair. “But it will. Very soon.”

Aakar placed a soft kiss on my cheek. He looked at me as if he could read my mind. And maybe he could. “I understand living with a whole new family will be very different for you. Tell me what you’re feeling.”

No matter how hard he tried, I didn’t think he could ever understand the feeling. “I feel like we do have great sex.”

He chuckled. “That we do.”

“I feel like I know you. I understand you. And I think I’ll be a good wife to you.”

He kissed my forehead this time. “You already are.”

I smiled at him. “But I’m terrified that I won’t be a good daughter-in-law. I’m afraid your parents won’t like me. Or I’ll have to change who I am to make them like me. And I hate both options. I think your siblings like me, and that’s nice. But it’s the elders who worry me. I don’t want to change myself to make them like me, let alone love me. But what if they hate who I am?”

By the time I finished, I couldn’t even meet his eyes. My gaze was glued to his strong neck, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.

He lifted my chin to meet his eyes, and all I found was understanding in them. “I’m terrified that I’ll be a bad husband too.”

“You are?” It was hard to believe he could be a bad husband. He’s been nothing but supportive and understanding.

He nods. “I am. I’m afraid I won’t be able to fulfill my responsibility as a husband. I would love you. But I’m afraid my family, my life, will be too much for you. I’m afraid you’ll regret marrying me. I’m terrified that you’ll leave me.”

“I wouldn’t regret marrying you, Aakar.”

“And I’ll never let you, baby. All we can do is give our best. Support each other. Understand each other. And even fight with each other. That’s okay.”

I could only nod because all that seemed doable. I would love nothing more than to make this marriage work with Aakar.

Aakar pulled me even closer and kissed my nose. “And as for the elders, they’re going to love you. They did choose you, after all.”

I shook my head. “You know it’s not that simple.”

He nodded. “I know. But there is no way they wouldn’t love you. I love you. Look at you.”

I slapped his chest lightly, making him laugh as he pulled me into his arms. “We’ll deal with it together. I’m right here.”

I breathed in his scent, closed my eyes, took in his warmth, and believed him.

Two more days of this bliss, and the real world awaits.