Part One: Khushi
Khushi stood pressed against the tiles as water sprayed all around her. Her husband stood in front of her, kissing his way down her body, attentive to every part of her that screamed its need. She couldn't remember how they'd gotten here, but she couldn't imagine wanting to be anywhere else. The water seemed to scald her as he worked his way lower, but it was nothing compared to the heat he created.
She opened her eyes to watch as he knelt in front of her, but closed them tightly when the intensity of what was in his eyes became too much. He kissed down one leg and up the other.
The first touch of his tongue scorched her. Her eyes opened in shock, fingers sliding across his shoulders in a feeble attempt to stop him, but his hands only tightened on her thighs as he did it again. Khushi's eyes fluttered closed. Her hands scrambled for purchase on the slippery tiles, and when they found none, they tangled in his hair, tugging and pulling.
Arnav shifted, and suddenly he was everywhere, somehow within her and without as well. The sound that tore from her throat was primal and raw. He held her up as her body threatened to collapse.
She couldn't ... she wanted ...
Her pleasure built, bliss and agony all at once, before she shattered with a cry.
When she came back to herself, blinking slowly as she gasped air back into her lungs, she found her husband now standing and cradling her close. She stared at him wonder, cheeks heating as awareness crashed into her, but he only flicked her nose with a gentle finger.
"You okay?"
Khushi nodded, a shy smile forming as she rested her head on his shoulder. Water cascaded over them. She ran her hands over his shoulders and chest, touching the half crescent marks her nails had left last night.
They'd been together only twice. Once at the farmhouse, and then last night when their bedroom had been without cameras for the first time since their formal marriage. It had been tentative and slow as they'd explored each other properly for the first time, taking all night to learn one another.
Khushi's hands roamed lower, and then lower still, no longer in her control. Her fascination with her husband, with his body, had taken over.
Arnav gasped her name, and she froze. "Does it hurt?"
He rested his head on the tiles next to her, his eyes closed and his breath coming in ragged gasps, "No babe, it doesn't hurt."
Oh.
A strange sense of power rose within her at the realisation that she could reduce her husband to this with just her touch, and she continued her tentative exploration with a small smile.
Author's Note: Ecstasy is a very short three-shot I wrote for Valentine's Day :)