Warning: Explicit M rated.
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Confused and feverish Riddhima looked at the man standing at her garden digging a rather tiny hole in the middle, almost destroying the beauty of the well managed glamorous garden consisting rare flowers and some herbs she collected.
"What the hell do you think you're doing Vansh" Riddhima demanded, her hands rested on her hips as she stood in her back garden glaring at him.
Vansh frozed, sweet enthralling his body, eyes turned darker, as he glanced at the mess he already created before watching her sheepishly. His dirt shirt kind of torn depicting the hard work he went through though good for nothing.
"This might be the silly question if you ask me to categorise when you can see properly what am I trying to do."
"Not in mood of listening your spoil quips and would like if you show some sort of maturity and seriousness"
When he pulled out of the ground, there was dist dusted across his nose and long sigh in earnest at the sight of her.
"Riddhima"
"No, let out nothing." She snapped back at him. "Knowing gardening is not your cup of tea, why the hell you come here and started showing your hidden talents?"
"No one had tell you na, you're stone-hearted devil. I am working so hard under the simmering sunlight for you without eating anything and you are taunting me instead of asking for a glass of water." He whined like a child of 3year, so cute and charming.
"Working hard? Ahh no destroying hard. I wanna slap you as a reward. May I?" She retorted sarcastically, glaring him death glare.
"Spanking is good idea though"
"Meaning?" She mumbled surprisingly.
"Why to tell. Kismish when I can do it " Said Vansh, coming into her proximity.
"Oh no," Riddhima said, getting his intentions. "Vansh, don't you dare!"
Whirling right away, Riddhima made a break for the house with the man right on her heels, smirking, enough to let her aware of the intentions getting on his mischievous mind that anyhow excited Riddhima but then the messed he birthed was nothing to ignore. The fast heavy thud of his running foot tapped on the grass as Vansh followed his girl.
Hardly Riddhima made it five six steps before his left hand batted at her wrist, yanking it hard enough to throw her off balance and sending her tender little frame to the ground as she slipped on the grassy muddy ground along with him in a heartbeat.
She rolled to fend him off, barking loudly as he did so. "What the hell Vansh."
Vansh ignored and get off her, making his way inside.
"Damn. Stop it Vansh. Don't ruin my house with your grime slick feet. If you ruin this house with grass-stains and mud, I won't let you back in the house. I mean it." She groaned wide-eyed, nevertheless, her voice didn't spoil his doings but he was stopped for a moment.
"Shhh! Kitna chillati ho yar tum. But nevertheless never loose this high stamina. How?" He inquired innocently, though eyes were enough to let her know the shenanigans hidden behind his dark eyes.
She exhaled frustratingly. "Taken job of irritating me. Huh?"
He nldded. "Of course. Right is on me."
"Yuckk! At least clean yourself." Riddhima cried pouting when she felt his tongue nipping her neck, though the laughter bubbling from her throat suggested she was far from displeased.
"I'm coming after a shower. Um or you would like to join me?"
"In your dreams." She said, eyeing him indicatively and he made another of those impatient and irking sounds as though of child that grinned her; all the more angelic.
"That's so rude. I'll make sure you to beg like bitch. Promise Kismish!"
Lastly, His face adorned with a naughty glint growing upto his lips, compelling irony smile from her.
Riddhima chuckled. "Dreaming is not good handsome"
Vansh winked pecking her lips. "Sometimes it's excellent."
Riddhima shook her head gleaming getting up and made her way to bedroom, near closet to wrapped up all her clothes for good as he was out of her sight in no seconds. After pretty couple of minutes, She felt his soft touch across, that eventually gave birth to mischievous smile on her face.
"VR ka control level bohot loose haii, nhi?" Riddhima teased turning around him.
Vansh ignored her, putting hot wet kisses all over her neck before he started licking her face in earnest. Riddhima laughed wrapping her hands around his neck.
"Hm. Someone is busy to respond me"
When eventually, he grew tired of her travesty, he captured her lips in a fierce kiss, after murmuring. "Your mouth needed to be shut and I know the ways."
Momentrarly, Kissing her, Vansh hauled her into his arms only to drop down the little startled woman on bed and clambered right there on top of her, pinning her to the bed.
Riddhima broke their kiss with a hiss when he lifted off her slightly, one of his hands fisting the fabric of her A-line work-skirt and dragging it up out of his way. He lowered his mouth to her neck, dragging his teeth over her carotid and making her skin break out in goosebumps.
"Damn it Vansh, sometimes you act as of vampire, don't you?"
"Vampire? No." He sighed,nodding against her slur, his shoulders sagging as he laughed a little. "I'm horny animal for you. Believe me"
Riddhima's mouth dropped open, then pouted when he kissed her mouth in swift motion, giving him curious look. "What's the difference?"
Vansh raised his eyebrows. "Why you wanted to know?"
Riddhima brightened to him with a long sigh, and dramatic look seizing the annoyed expression of godamn beautiful face, enough to let him sink in the ocean of madness. "Just curiousity you know. I have heard vampires are hopeless romantic."
"Ohhh I see, so I'm hopeless romantic?"
Holy fuck!! He wasn't looking less than lord of sex as the way his playful orbs scooted throughout her curves.
She shrugged. "I said vampires"
"Kismish, you should start to take almonds, before a minute you confessed I act like vampire."
"Sometimes" She murmured.
Despite her icy tone, the man's smirk actually grew briefly into an amused grin.
"Hm" He hummed, moving even closer. "Shall we make it everytime? 247"
She scanned the every sinful corner of his countenance in awe, replying darkly, voice containing the plausible fact. "We both will die soon."
Overlooking the solemnity, he murmured beaming. "It would be interesting though."
She was frowned now. "Bad idea"
He shook his head, looking equally amused and annoyed. "What's good idea then?"
"Make me come and what." She said mischievously.
"Okay ma'am."
Chuckling a naughty glint, Riddhima tangled her little fingers around his bigger ones, while he proceeded to shower her face and neck with kisses, his much larger body pinning hers in the fluffy mattress while he took his time greeting her thoroughly. When his lips brushed hers, Riddhima melted, unable to keep from surrendering to him completely. Tangling her fingers in his mess of dark hair, Riddhima snogged him thoroughly, her tongue meeting his stroke for stroke.
"You are proficient in making me always fall into millions of pieces in seconds when we are proximity, how?" Riddhima asked huskily, shifting under him slightly to help him, horrendously enthused.
"Practice and nothing else" Smiling into her neck, Vansh retorted, his low voice husky with appetite and gravelly.
Good lord, his lips were like heaven.
Riddhima melted into him, her hands sliding into his silky follicle and fisting into the thick waves driving him crazy. She kissed him until she was sure her heart would explode and Riddhima whined in the back of her throat when he broke the kiss to trail a burning line of kisses along the underside of her jaw, sure to let her see stars in the noon.
Vansh had dragged her skirt out of his way by now, then he pressed up against her chest and buried his nose in the nape of her neck, trailing it lightly across her shoulder and pulling aside the neckline of her shirt to expose the bite mark he'd left on her during his last visit.
"You smell like me" He rasped after a little while when Riddhima showed some swift movements, and trailed the curves of his body.
"Mm.mhh..perhaps I'm nothing but you, but really we both smelled same? Amazing fact."
He nodded gravelly. "Hm. It is."
Riddhima sighed in ecstasy, closing her eyes feeling the warmness crept throughout her vein when Vansh nuzzled his way down the side of her neck, smooching her and licking her while his hands travelled north, seeking the miscellaneous ripples of heat at the junction of her thighs. Just the same. She'd been thinking about something just like this, just the same, all month, all day, all minute, all seconds.
"I hate being away from you" Riddhima ratified him, deep and cracked sound coming as the pleasure and heat coursing throughout her every millions of her cell as he encountered the fabric of the unneeded clothes of hers and pulled them to one side, his strong fingers exploring her body with practiced ease sending her into the new world no one exists in but he and his Riddhima.
"Excellent" He answered as he nosed open the neck of her blouse to get at more of her skin. "Means you'll always come back to me."
Wrong and superfluous question, he acknowledged, nevertheless this was nothing in front of the pleasure and happiness he had and would get when he often heard her response, the answer was sure thing to come same often then also.
"Always" Riddhima whispered smiling before a low hiss of delight escaped her as his fingers found a home for themselves inside her, teasing and snagging the delicate flesh of her vulva.
Moving skillfully sometimes fingering and sometimes circling. The leisure never seemed to lessen.Neither she want it to.
Riddhima's whole body shuddered at the feel of his warm mouth against her sensitive skin. Goose flesh raced across her body beneath her clothing and her heart began to pound. "Oh my god...Vannnshh. Moree"
"Patience, girl"
He rumbled against her left breast, mouthing her nipple through the fabric when he couldn't get the shirt open without forgoing his current activities elsewhere.
"No patience," Riddhima argued hissing. "Do you know how hard it is to sit through boring work meetings when all I want is to be here. Right here. Oh god, right there, Vansh."
"Thinking about me in your meetings, were you?" He teased, kissing his way back up the side of her neck while his fingers beckoned and almost drove her mad.
God, she'd wanted him so badly all day long that she was going to explode from just his fingers at this rate.
His low chuckle was at once smug and evil, and she would punish him for it later.
Riddhima moaned again, clutching her left hand on the bedsheet while another tugged on his hair. "Please, Vansh. Please take me."
"Such an impatient little thing, aren't you?" He chuckled, kissing her lips in teasing pecks when all she wanted was more friction anywhere and everywhere she could get it.
"Please don't make me wait." Riddhima begged before capturing his lips and kissing him hard, her hands knotting in his hair and dragging at his shoulders, trying to pull him closer, wanting him inside her right this minute. He kissed her hard in return, and Riddhima knew he wanted her; knew he would take her like she wanted him too; and damn well knew he'd make her wait for it just to heighten the pleasure.
"Love it when you beg" He murmured into her ear when he kissed his way across her cheek, nibbling her lobe tauntingly while she bucked against his hand. "Love it when you want me so bad, you could scream."
Riddhima bit his neck in reply, and he groaned, grinding himself against her leg and making her crazy.
"Please, VR" Riddhima whispered, desperate now, her breath laboured, right on the edge as his clever fingers kept up their relentless onslaught. "Please. Please. Please. Oh god... I'm... I'm...argh!"
He swallowed her scream, kissing her hard again as she detonated, lest they alert the neighbours and get done for a noise complaint. Again. Vansh brought her down slowly, his fingers moving gently now, before he slowly withdrew them and moved over her. Riddhima watched through hooded eyes as he brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean of her flavour before fixing her a devilish grin.
His eyes never looked away as he entered her, thrusting shallowly as her body adjusted to accommodate him before sinking to the hilt and holding there for a long torturous minute. Her eyes fluttered closed at the feel of him there, so deep. He always filled her to overflowing and she loved every second of it. Since the first time he'd bedded her, she never felt complete excepting in moments when he was inside her once more. She would swear she wasn't whole without him.
He took her slowly at first, still teasing her, coaxing her back up that hill toward her pinnacle of pleasure, but when she wrapped her legs around his hips and dug the pointed heels of her work shoes into his arsecheeks, driving him deeper, a feral growl escaped him and he snapped. And damn she lived for the moments when he snapped.
He fucked her then!
Fucked her like she owed him money!!
Fucked her like he hated her!!
Fucked her like he loved her!!
Fucked her like he meant to drive himself so deep inside of her she'd never be free of him.
And true she never wanted to be free of him.
When she dragged her nails over his back, he growled again, and Riddhima cried out, blinded by pleasure streaming throughout every sex organ of their joint body. She could feel him swelling inside her, pulsing and filling her and she loved every second of it. She clung to him afterwards, pleased when he collapsed on top of her, spent, his heavy, muscled form pressing into hers so deliciously, grounding her when she felt so lightheaded and blissful, she might otherwise float away on the breeze.
"You're not the only one who falls to pieces when we're together, angel" He murmured into her neck, his nose buried against her skin while his tongue occasionally dipped out to taste her creamy flesh. "Never met a female more capable of shattering me all to pieces with just a whiff of her delicious scent."
Riddhima smiled, humming happily and tracing nonsensical patterns over the broad expanse of his back. When he pulled back far enough to look at her, Riddhima recognised the gleam in his eyes that lend numerous routes to drew smile all over her face. It was the gleam that said he meant to keep her for the rest of his days; the gleam that said he owned her, body and soul. Riddhima didn't mind. She knew it was true. And most importantly, she knew she owned him too. Heart, Body, mind, soul.
She owned it all.
Reaching to cup his cheek in her palm, feeling the scratch of stubble on his jaw and shivering with the feel, Riddhima grinned at him.
"Want to fall to pieces all over again, this time in the shower?" She offered, breathing into his ear, wrapping her arms around his waist, cuddling against his chest.
"Your wish is command for me."
Riddhima grinned at him. Vansh leaned in and kissed her cherry lips, her hazel eyes falling shut for a brief moment as a happy hum vibrated from her chest to his slightly open mouth, tongues barely touching.
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