Luv (Un)Arranged (Luv Shuv #3)

Chapter 36

36

Song: Pyaar Ki Yeh Kahani Suno

- Sunidhi Chauhan, Gayatri Iyer

Aakar

W e rolled on the floor as we kissed. I had her lying on top of me, as I crushed her in my arms, pushing my tongue in her mouth, needing to taste her. I moved to a sitting position as I pulled my wife on my lap, her legs on either side of my hips. I devoured her gasps and moans as she finally, finally agreed to come home.

I moved my lips to her neck, her jaw, tasting her, inhaling her scent that smelled like home. My home.

She moaned as I grazed my teeth at her pulse point, her hand pushing me harder against her skin by the back of my head.

She clutched me like she’d never let me go again, and my heart raced. My cock was weeping in my sweatpants, and I all but saw heaven when she pushed me lower to her breasts.

“You need me to worship these gorgeous tits of yours, baby?”

“Please,” she whimpered.

“You don’t ever have to plead, jaan.”

I lowered the thin little strap of her bra and pulled down the cup to expose her breasts. The sight of them had me grinding up into her, causing her to tighten her legs around me.

In the next second, I had her lying on the floor as I bent down and sucked the top of her breast. Her moans echoed off the wall and reverberated in my soul. I squeezed her other tit and rolled her nipples just the way she liked. She whimpered and wrapped her legs around my hips, grinding up into me.

“Kriti, baby. Fuck.”

I sounded desperate and wild and needy. But I couldn’t help it. She deserved to know how pathetically I needed her.

I sucked the tight bud of her nipple as she ran her hands in my hair, moaning, “Harder. Suck it harder, Aakar.”

And I obeyed. I sucked and bit and lapped at her, lost in her warmth and softness and curves. My body was an inferno as I rolled my hips between her legs, pleasure racing through my veins.

I moved down her breasts, licking and nipping down her stomach and her hips until I reached her panties. I sucked at her pussy right over them, too impatient to roll them down. She went wild the more I sucked.

She rolled her hips as she pushed me deeper into her, the silky material soaking and sticking to her pussy.

“Off, Aakar. Need them off.”

I groaned, the pain of pulling off her turning me wild with hunger.

I tore through her panties and threw them behind me, then dove right back in.

I clutched her thighs as they wrapped around my shoulders and pushed my tongue inside her. She was so fucking wet, her juices were sliding down her ass. Her smell had my cock throbbing, and the moment her slick wetness rushed into my mouth, my cock fucking erupted.

Ropes of cum shot through me as I buried my face deeper between her legs, drinking her down as I jerked my hips on the floor. Pure ecstasy washed over me the more I drank her down.

“I’m coming, baby. Fuck. Fuck,” I groaned, clutching her thighs tighter, my hips still jerking with a need to be deep inside my wife.

Kriti keened as her hips started to roll faster, and she tightened her thighs around my head, drowning me in her juices. Her pussy fluttered around my tongue as she came, and her fist tightened in my hair as she chanted my name.

Once our orgasms subsided, I lay down right there between her legs, resting my head on her thighs, holding on to her as she lightly ran her fingers through my hair. I was panting, yet my mind was at peace.

“Did you come in your pants, husband?” she asked, her voice scratchy.

Husband. She called me husband . And I couldn’t help but smile. I turned my head and placed a featherlight kiss on her pussy and hummed in acceptance. “Cut me some slack, baby. I haven’t tasted you in ten days.”

She chuckled. Chuckled . And my heart soared.

We lay there as I caressed her leg, her stomach, her tits. “I missed this.”

She hummed. “Me too.”

Still not done with her, I dragged her toward the bathroom.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Let’s get a shower together. Because I really need one.” I gestured toward the embarrassing wet spot on my gray sweatpants. “And I’m not done with you yet.”

Her eyes flared with heat, and before I realized what was happening, Kriti moved her hand right at the wet spot and cupped me right over it, spreading all the sticky cum over my cock and balls. Arousal came rushing back and roared through my veins, hardening me in her hands.

“Fuck, baby,” I groaned as she massaged me through the fabric. My knees almost buckled before I pushed her against the sink and held on to its edges as she drove me to sheer madness.

Pleasure coursed through my spine as my balls tightened and my cock throbbed. More and more pre-cum oozed from my cock, wetting my sweatpants even further. Kriti whimpered at the sight as she squeezed her legs together.

I pushed harder into her hand and panted, “C’mon, baby. Take me out.”

She quickly shook her head, shaking with need as her hands tightened on me, making me shiver. “Need this. Need to see you cum in your pants for me.”

I groaned, the sound echoing in the bathroom. “Need you to come too. Fuck, I’m close. Ride my cock. Cover my sweatpants in your cum. Please.”

She pulled me by my covered cock between her legs, and her bare pussy stretched over my sweatpants. She didn’t let go of her hands, just used my cock to rub herself, spreading her wetness all over me.

The sight had my cock throbbing with need. My hips jerked with the need to push my sweats down and thrust into her, but Kriti clutched my cock as if it was her favorite toy. My own cum coated my cock, and I pulsed as she jerked me off just the way I liked it. Silky wetness coated me, my oozing pre-cum, my cum from before, and Kriti’s wetness had my sweatpants sopping wet.

Kriti rolled her hips over my cock and pulled me closer by my neck so our foreheads touched.

“Look at us, Aakar,” she cried out.

Her pussy rubbed over the imprint of my cock, leaving white streaks on the now darker, wet fabric. My chest rumbled, and I groaned as I pushed harder in her hand, her grip tight around the base. “Want to bury myself inside you, baby. Fuck.”

“Come for me, Aakar. Come for me, and I’ll let you fuck me.”

With a roar, I started to come, and Kriti instantly pulled her hand off. I groaned at the loss of her touch as I kept coming untouched, my cock pulsing, my balls tightening as my hips jerked against the fabric. Our eyes were glued to me as a new wet spot formed on my sweatpants.

My heart beat out of my rib cage, perspiration dotted my chest, and Kriti panted against me.

Slowly, she grazed her hand at my chest and moved lower. She tugged at the waistband and peeked inside. Cum trailed down my thighs as streaks of it stuck to the fabric. Her hips rolled in the air as she made a sexy, needy little noise in her throat.

I clutched the back of her neck and pulled her into a kiss. I pushed my tongue in her throat, and she sucked me in deeper. I growled as she bit my lip and sucked on them. I kissed her as she removed all my clothes. I sucked at her neck as I helped her get rid of her bra.

Turning on the shower, we climbed in, my arms clutching her. I washed her softly, placing kisses at every spot that I washed. She did the same to me, leaving me a groaning, trembling mess. I got down on my knees and ate her out again, her moans echoing off the walls.

Kriti

The moment we were out of the shower, Aakar had me pinned on the bed as he put his weight on me, groaning out loud, a wild desperation etched on his face. His cock settled between my legs, my pussy throbbing to feel him inside me. “I missed you so much, baby. Never. I’m never letting you go.”

My hips moved against his cock, need still strumming in my veins as I pinched his cheek. “Even if you tell me to go, I’m not leaving. It’s my home now. Your family is my family. I know more of their secrets. And they love me, and I love them.”

Aakar’s eyes filled with tears, and his voice shook when he asked, “Despite knowing their secrets?”

I wiped the stray tear with my thumb. “ Because of their secrets.”

He kissed me, pushing harder against me, his cock slick with my juices. “And do you love me?”

I wrapped my legs around him and pushed him inside me, both of us groaning with relief and pleasure. I clutched his neck and kissed him, licking and sucking at his lips. “You are the one and only love of my life, Aakar.”

He groaned out loud at my words, at the pleasure, as he thrust into me harder.

Need clawed at my insides as I moved my hips to feel him deeper. Yet I talked to him. “Never in my life did I imagine I’d have a husband who treated me as his equal. I never imagined a life when my husband treated me as something precious.”

“You are. Fuck, you are everything .”

I pulled him deeper by his hips. “I never thought I’d feel the joy of feeling love from my husband, let alone his entire family. I never thought I’d fall so deeply in love with my husband that he would become my home.”

He whimpered and pushed his tongue inside my mouth, sucking the words right out of my mouth. “You are my home, my jaan. You are my joy. You are everything fucking good in my life.”

I tasted his words between every thrust. I licked his tears. I sucked the skin at the junction of his neck and shoulder, making him thrust harder and deeper inside me. Pleasure coursed through my veins, turning my moans into whimpers.

I clutched his hair and pulled his lips to my neck, and he sucked my skin with a wild abandon. He gave me exactly what I needed. The wet slide of his cock hit me at just the right spot, sending sparks of electric pleasure along my spine. My hips jerked with an aching need, wanting more and more and more from him.

I clutched his hair at the back of his head, pushing him deeper into my neck. With every lick, he thrust harder into me. The sound of the headboard banging against the wall turned me feral. I grabbed his ass, pushing him deeper into me, then wrapped my legs around his waist, getting closer and closer to the peak.

“Aakar, I’m almost there.”

“Fuck. Fuck. Come on, baby. Come on my cock. Wanna feel you squeezing me. Missed this.”

His words were my undoing. My spine arched as my body jerked. Pleasure unlike anything I’d experienced raced down my spine, my pussy throbbing and clenching and squeezing around my husband as a million stars burst behind my eyes. The pleasure went on and on as I slowly moved my hips, clenching around his cock, prolonging the euphoria wracking my body.

I suddenly realized then that he wasn’t wearing a condom. “Come inside me,” I whimpered, needing to feel him inside me.

His groan turned feral as his thrusts got wilder. He groaned in my neck, entwining his hand with mine, and his other hand clutched my shoulder, the force of his thrust bringing me closer to another orgasm.

“Come inside me, Aakar. Let me feel you,” I moaned, mindless with the need to feel him.

He let out a fucking roar as he started to come, spraying hot jets of his cum inside me. He kept pushing and thrusting inside me, milking every drop of his cum until he lay sprawled on top of me, pushing all of his weight on me.

I pulled him closer to me as we regained our senses and calmed down.

I ran my finger through my husband’s hair, now dotted with sweat. I grabbed a blanket and covered us, placing a kiss on his head as he snuggled deeper into me, keeping his cock notched deep inside me.

My husband wasn’t perfect. Neither was I.

Looking back at the life I’d lived, and the life that was yet to come, I was infinitely happier to have Aakar by my side. I felt blessed to have him be the witness to my life. I wanted my future children to have Aakar as their father, who would be their biggest protector, the best caretaker, and the most loving father they could ever have. I was relieved out of my mind that I had found Aakar, that he had found me and chosen to marry me.

Our first meeting was planned for an arranged marriage. Our second meeting was our choice. Our third meeting sealed the deal.

Our marriage might have been arranged, but our love wasn’t. Our families brought us together, and I’ll be eternally grateful for that blessing.

By no means was marriage easy. But with Aakar, it felt more like friendship. We had laughter, and I was sure there would be many more fights to come in life, especially knowing the sheer number of secrets our family kept from us. He made life more exciting for me. With him, I looked forward to living my married life, to having those ordinary, boring days of eating, working, and sleeping, having those silent fights, feeling the passionate love, to experiencing the joy and stress of living with a large family.

Just because it was with Aakar.

Just because he was my husband.