02-05-2020, 10:35 PM
On a warm autumn afternoon Leila met Prashant for the first time in a coffee shop. They were expected to check out if they could become ‘one’ for the rest of their lives.
Earlier when her father showed his picture and asked, ‘What do you think?’ it was difficult to say the truth out loud. How could Leila say to her father that the man looks like a 5 feet 11 apple pie and ‘I would have snatched from the other table if I wasn’t offered it first?’ So instead she said, ‘I like his eyes’ which was also true.
But that day when Leila met Prashant she realised his eyes could do a lot more than just entice her. The way he looked at her when she pretended to be engrossed in mixing sugar in the cappuccino, she could feel his eyes piercing through the pale pink of her lips, and sometimes wandered into the depth of her V-neckline kameez. It was the first time she was out with a man alone. In college and university a few wrote her letters of desire and some of those guys followed her to home for a chance to talk. But she never felt a pull towards any men strong enough to unchain her boundaries. She was ready to give all of herself to the one she would marry.
When Prashant told her that he would read all her pages one by one in the nights to come and that he wasn’t in a hurry, she knew it was him she had been waiting for so long.
She said Yes.
The time leading up to the wedding passed in a blur.
***
‘Beta, you need to unwind now,’ her mother-in-law said after the ceremony was over. Shooing away the overenthusiastic flock of cousins, she showed the bride to her new bedroom.
‘They might say naughty things from behind the door tonight, don’t bother,’ she chuckled. ‘Your suhag raat trousseau is in the closet. Wear it after freshening up.’
Before closing the door behind her she looked at the new bride. Finding a full-bloomed lotus shy about her beauty is a rare thing in this day and age. She felt blessed about her boy’s good fortune.
Alone in the room, the bride finally got a chance to pause and soak in what had just happened in the last few hours. Amidst all the hullabaloo, she couldn’t find a moment to feel like herself. Now she stood in front the mirror and looked at herself wearing the red lehenga, chunni and mangalsutra. Everything looked so surreal, yet the most real she has ever felt. Carefully she removed all the jewellery and got out of her dress. It was then she could feel the December chill. It was a good thing the mother-in-law switched on the geyser before she left.
***
Doused in apprehensions and excitement, Leila was waiting for Prashant in a red chiffon saree. She vehemently discouraged her sister from buying it for her suhaag raat trousseau. The translucency of the bold red saree makes her stomach swirl in hesitation. She would have never worn something which makes her feel so naked, let alone for a man to see her in this alone in his bedroom. She was about to bury her head in the pillow in nervousness, when Prashant knocked.
‘Is it okay if I come in?’ he asked from behind the door.
With embarrassed steps and shaky hands, Leila opened the door. All the exhaustion of wedding rituals was gone in a second from Prashant’s face the moment he saw her. His eyes lit up in awe. The woman in front of him was a magnificent red sun, with lustre so soft and calm his whole body felt at ease.
He realized it had been awkwardly long he was standing at the door looking at her, when she chuckled, ‘Will you just stare tonight?’
He locked the door behind him and kissed her on the cheek, running his hand over the gooseflesh of her bare waist.
‘I want much more than that, but only if you do too,’ he whispered in her ear.
***
For a moment, Leila couldn’t feel her feet. But Prashant held her so close to his chest she knew he wouldn’t let her tumble. She felt a strange allure towards the sweet musky scent of his sweat. She has never been this close to anyone before. This time she knew it wasn’t wrong to feel this way for a man, but she didn’t know what she should do with the tornado of excitement fuming inside her.
‘You are beautiful,’ Prashant softly said, tucking strands of her locks behind her ears. Blood rushed to her cheeks and she lowered her temple on his shoulder in embarrassment.
He held her face in between his hands. A thin line of sweat beams formed over her lips. She looked away. Her lips were parted to keep pace with her rapid breathing. Prashant brought his mouth closer to hers, to taste. Her belly quivered. She closed her eyes.
Should she tell him she has never been kissed before?
His lips barely touched hers when someone knocked on the door.
‘Prashant beta, are you in bed already? Drink the milk first,’ his aunt giggled from outside.
***
Watching his new bride sitting awkwardly at the corner of his bed, Prashant put the glass on the side table and said, ‘Sorry about that.’ He held her hand and placed a kiss of love. The smell of her mehendi with his name written in it made him insane.
‘So, where were we?’ he asked playfully.
Not knowing what to say or do, Leila’s cheeks turned red.
Prashant tightly wrapped his fingers into hers and said, ‘Relax. I will treat you right.’
He moved close to her. Through the sheer chiffon saree her cleavage looked endless. Her chest moved up and down in restless anticipation. Brushing the curls away from her neck he kissed her so deep and wet that every strand of hair on her ears woke up.
She buried her face in his chest and whispered, ‘Turn off the lights please.’ Giving voice to her vulnerabilities no longer felt hard with Prashant. In the heart of her heart she knew he will treasure all her imperfections and love them right.
He put her feet up on the bed and helped her lie down, the way one puts a tiny, delicate rabbit on a stack of hay. He removed his sherwani and switched off the lights.
In the darkness of the room, two lovers rolled their tongues into each other’s. The wedding lights flickering through the window remained witnessed to the prelude of their first copulation as man and wife.
***
Leila felt a hint of clove in his mouth. When he softly bit her lips, a trail of strange sensation rushed down to her underbelly. He nuzzled her hair, her neck, down to her collarbones. A part of his face was coated with her sindoor. She could feel his breath getting hotter and heavier as he worked his way down to her pallu.
As if in an auto reflex, she pushed him aside and got down of the bed.
‘Prashant, I need to tell you something,’ Leila said, feeling short of breath.
He came up to her, held her in his arms and moaned, ‘I’m okay with whatever it is. I love you.’
‘I have never been close to a guy before,’ she mumbled. ‘I feel worried. You might not like me if I undress.’
For a few seconds Prashant couldn’t believe his ears. And then he chuckled.
‘That would never happen, you silly girl.’ He kissed her forehead and asked, ‘Do you have any idea how gorgeous you look?’
‘But it feels weird to remove my clothes in front of you,’ she said looking down.
‘It won’t. Just relax your mind and let your body feel the way it wants to feel,’ he smiled and unpinned her pallu. It dropped in a fleet.
Her breasts were brazenly exposed through the deep cut blouse. The diamond in her mangalsutra shined on top of the stream of her cleavage. Prashant grabbed her by the waist and pressed her breasts tight against his bare chest.
He slid his tongue in her mouth and rolled its tip with hers like the way one would slowly devour a soft serve ice cream. His hand moved to her belly button as he made his way into her petticoat. He swiftly pulled down the pleats of her saree and picked her up. He pulled her petticoat and tightly wrapped her legs around his waist.
One hand under her tush, another clutching her fleshy back, Prashant buried his head deep into her bottomless cleavage. He started unhooking her blouse from the back as he walked towards the bed. Her breath turned slow and heavy. She wrapped his head tightly at her breasts and plunked her teeth on his neck.
Prashant dropped Leila from his clutch on the bed. Her blouse remained on the floor somewhere. He could see her nipples poking through the satin red bra. He nuzzled at the soft flesh of her belly and untied her petticoat. Around her thigh, she felt his erect manhood announcing its presence.
In keen, carnal hunger she arched her curves when he pulled down her petticoat.
***
As he took out her bra and cupped her honey soft breasts and greeted the girls with deep, wet kiss, she heard the music of silence in her new bedroom. He sucked on her firm, lush nipples like he was thirsty for ages. She felt her clit getting tighter, her vagina feeling full. When Prashant moved down – kissing the sides of her back – she clutched his hair. She wanted him to stop filling her up, yet she wanted him not listen to her inhibitions.
Prashant folded her legs to his sides and started kissing her groin. His tongue made swift, slow zigzags up to her vulva.
‘Oh, God! Nah…oooh…mmm…oh, you!’ Leila howled like a crocodile out of the water. When he stroked her clitoris with the tip of his tongue, he felt her getting hard, coated in his saliva. She plunked her nails into his back in a desire so strong it felt like coming from outside of the world.
Before she could catch her breath, Prashant thrust his tongue into her vagina. ‘Aaahhh…’ a tornado of warm gust she was holding inside since forever, came out. He moved out, placed his face between her perky breasts and said, ‘And that’s your opening.’
Locking eyes with hers and pulling down his pant, he asked, ‘Are you ready for me now wifey?’
***
She was so wet down there Prashant’s staff got in smooth as honey. Placing a cushion under her butt he made sure his pubic bones grind against her clitoris. In every stroke she felt the volcano hidden inside of her for ages, waking up. She grabbed his firm, small butt and pushed his penis closer to her arousal.
Prashant held her right leg up and swirled his erection inside her canal. In intense desire for him to reach deep, she arched her back. Her shimmering breasts jiggled with every thrust of intercourse. Prashant held on to the backrest of the bed for support and used the other hand to cup her melons. He put her big, firm nipples in his mouth and pushed his penis deeper.
‘You are my hero!’ she huffed and rubbed his back in sweaty hands.
Changing position, he squeaked, ‘But the best is yet to come.’
He pulled her down a little to the side of the bed and stood on the floor. To show her another height of sensation he pulled up her legs by the ankles and spread them wide. Like a lion in love, he pushed his penis deep and strong inside her and started kissing her cuffs. Not for a moment did he move his eyes from hers. The deeper and longer they humped, the lighter their hearts felt.
Moisture dripped incessantly from her slit when Prashant’s staff turned hot as fuck and throbbed in anticipation of climax inside her canal. Just a second before its time, he came out and let his stream of semen spread on her belly.
Earlier when her father showed his picture and asked, ‘What do you think?’ it was difficult to say the truth out loud. How could Leila say to her father that the man looks like a 5 feet 11 apple pie and ‘I would have snatched from the other table if I wasn’t offered it first?’ So instead she said, ‘I like his eyes’ which was also true.
But that day when Leila met Prashant she realised his eyes could do a lot more than just entice her. The way he looked at her when she pretended to be engrossed in mixing sugar in the cappuccino, she could feel his eyes piercing through the pale pink of her lips, and sometimes wandered into the depth of her V-neckline kameez. It was the first time she was out with a man alone. In college and university a few wrote her letters of desire and some of those guys followed her to home for a chance to talk. But she never felt a pull towards any men strong enough to unchain her boundaries. She was ready to give all of herself to the one she would marry.
When Prashant told her that he would read all her pages one by one in the nights to come and that he wasn’t in a hurry, she knew it was him she had been waiting for so long.
She said Yes.
The time leading up to the wedding passed in a blur.
***
‘Beta, you need to unwind now,’ her mother-in-law said after the ceremony was over. Shooing away the overenthusiastic flock of cousins, she showed the bride to her new bedroom.
‘They might say naughty things from behind the door tonight, don’t bother,’ she chuckled. ‘Your suhag raat trousseau is in the closet. Wear it after freshening up.’
Before closing the door behind her she looked at the new bride. Finding a full-bloomed lotus shy about her beauty is a rare thing in this day and age. She felt blessed about her boy’s good fortune.
Alone in the room, the bride finally got a chance to pause and soak in what had just happened in the last few hours. Amidst all the hullabaloo, she couldn’t find a moment to feel like herself. Now she stood in front the mirror and looked at herself wearing the red lehenga, chunni and mangalsutra. Everything looked so surreal, yet the most real she has ever felt. Carefully she removed all the jewellery and got out of her dress. It was then she could feel the December chill. It was a good thing the mother-in-law switched on the geyser before she left.
***
Doused in apprehensions and excitement, Leila was waiting for Prashant in a red chiffon saree. She vehemently discouraged her sister from buying it for her suhaag raat trousseau. The translucency of the bold red saree makes her stomach swirl in hesitation. She would have never worn something which makes her feel so naked, let alone for a man to see her in this alone in his bedroom. She was about to bury her head in the pillow in nervousness, when Prashant knocked.
‘Is it okay if I come in?’ he asked from behind the door.
With embarrassed steps and shaky hands, Leila opened the door. All the exhaustion of wedding rituals was gone in a second from Prashant’s face the moment he saw her. His eyes lit up in awe. The woman in front of him was a magnificent red sun, with lustre so soft and calm his whole body felt at ease.
He realized it had been awkwardly long he was standing at the door looking at her, when she chuckled, ‘Will you just stare tonight?’
He locked the door behind him and kissed her on the cheek, running his hand over the gooseflesh of her bare waist.
‘I want much more than that, but only if you do too,’ he whispered in her ear.
***
For a moment, Leila couldn’t feel her feet. But Prashant held her so close to his chest she knew he wouldn’t let her tumble. She felt a strange allure towards the sweet musky scent of his sweat. She has never been this close to anyone before. This time she knew it wasn’t wrong to feel this way for a man, but she didn’t know what she should do with the tornado of excitement fuming inside her.
‘You are beautiful,’ Prashant softly said, tucking strands of her locks behind her ears. Blood rushed to her cheeks and she lowered her temple on his shoulder in embarrassment.
He held her face in between his hands. A thin line of sweat beams formed over her lips. She looked away. Her lips were parted to keep pace with her rapid breathing. Prashant brought his mouth closer to hers, to taste. Her belly quivered. She closed her eyes.
Should she tell him she has never been kissed before?
His lips barely touched hers when someone knocked on the door.
‘Prashant beta, are you in bed already? Drink the milk first,’ his aunt giggled from outside.
***
Watching his new bride sitting awkwardly at the corner of his bed, Prashant put the glass on the side table and said, ‘Sorry about that.’ He held her hand and placed a kiss of love. The smell of her mehendi with his name written in it made him insane.
‘So, where were we?’ he asked playfully.
Not knowing what to say or do, Leila’s cheeks turned red.
Prashant tightly wrapped his fingers into hers and said, ‘Relax. I will treat you right.’
He moved close to her. Through the sheer chiffon saree her cleavage looked endless. Her chest moved up and down in restless anticipation. Brushing the curls away from her neck he kissed her so deep and wet that every strand of hair on her ears woke up.
She buried her face in his chest and whispered, ‘Turn off the lights please.’ Giving voice to her vulnerabilities no longer felt hard with Prashant. In the heart of her heart she knew he will treasure all her imperfections and love them right.
He put her feet up on the bed and helped her lie down, the way one puts a tiny, delicate rabbit on a stack of hay. He removed his sherwani and switched off the lights.
In the darkness of the room, two lovers rolled their tongues into each other’s. The wedding lights flickering through the window remained witnessed to the prelude of their first copulation as man and wife.
***
Leila felt a hint of clove in his mouth. When he softly bit her lips, a trail of strange sensation rushed down to her underbelly. He nuzzled her hair, her neck, down to her collarbones. A part of his face was coated with her sindoor. She could feel his breath getting hotter and heavier as he worked his way down to her pallu.
As if in an auto reflex, she pushed him aside and got down of the bed.
‘Prashant, I need to tell you something,’ Leila said, feeling short of breath.
He came up to her, held her in his arms and moaned, ‘I’m okay with whatever it is. I love you.’
‘I have never been close to a guy before,’ she mumbled. ‘I feel worried. You might not like me if I undress.’
For a few seconds Prashant couldn’t believe his ears. And then he chuckled.
‘That would never happen, you silly girl.’ He kissed her forehead and asked, ‘Do you have any idea how gorgeous you look?’
‘But it feels weird to remove my clothes in front of you,’ she said looking down.
‘It won’t. Just relax your mind and let your body feel the way it wants to feel,’ he smiled and unpinned her pallu. It dropped in a fleet.
Her breasts were brazenly exposed through the deep cut blouse. The diamond in her mangalsutra shined on top of the stream of her cleavage. Prashant grabbed her by the waist and pressed her breasts tight against his bare chest.
He slid his tongue in her mouth and rolled its tip with hers like the way one would slowly devour a soft serve ice cream. His hand moved to her belly button as he made his way into her petticoat. He swiftly pulled down the pleats of her saree and picked her up. He pulled her petticoat and tightly wrapped her legs around his waist.
One hand under her tush, another clutching her fleshy back, Prashant buried his head deep into her bottomless cleavage. He started unhooking her blouse from the back as he walked towards the bed. Her breath turned slow and heavy. She wrapped his head tightly at her breasts and plunked her teeth on his neck.
Prashant dropped Leila from his clutch on the bed. Her blouse remained on the floor somewhere. He could see her nipples poking through the satin red bra. He nuzzled at the soft flesh of her belly and untied her petticoat. Around her thigh, she felt his erect manhood announcing its presence.
In keen, carnal hunger she arched her curves when he pulled down her petticoat.
***
As he took out her bra and cupped her honey soft breasts and greeted the girls with deep, wet kiss, she heard the music of silence in her new bedroom. He sucked on her firm, lush nipples like he was thirsty for ages. She felt her clit getting tighter, her vagina feeling full. When Prashant moved down – kissing the sides of her back – she clutched his hair. She wanted him to stop filling her up, yet she wanted him not listen to her inhibitions.
Prashant folded her legs to his sides and started kissing her groin. His tongue made swift, slow zigzags up to her vulva.
‘Oh, God! Nah…oooh…mmm…oh, you!’ Leila howled like a crocodile out of the water. When he stroked her clitoris with the tip of his tongue, he felt her getting hard, coated in his saliva. She plunked her nails into his back in a desire so strong it felt like coming from outside of the world.
Before she could catch her breath, Prashant thrust his tongue into her vagina. ‘Aaahhh…’ a tornado of warm gust she was holding inside since forever, came out. He moved out, placed his face between her perky breasts and said, ‘And that’s your opening.’
Locking eyes with hers and pulling down his pant, he asked, ‘Are you ready for me now wifey?’
***
She was so wet down there Prashant’s staff got in smooth as honey. Placing a cushion under her butt he made sure his pubic bones grind against her clitoris. In every stroke she felt the volcano hidden inside of her for ages, waking up. She grabbed his firm, small butt and pushed his penis closer to her arousal.
Prashant held her right leg up and swirled his erection inside her canal. In intense desire for him to reach deep, she arched her back. Her shimmering breasts jiggled with every thrust of intercourse. Prashant held on to the backrest of the bed for support and used the other hand to cup her melons. He put her big, firm nipples in his mouth and pushed his penis deeper.
‘You are my hero!’ she huffed and rubbed his back in sweaty hands.
Changing position, he squeaked, ‘But the best is yet to come.’
He pulled her down a little to the side of the bed and stood on the floor. To show her another height of sensation he pulled up her legs by the ankles and spread them wide. Like a lion in love, he pushed his penis deep and strong inside her and started kissing her cuffs. Not for a moment did he move his eyes from hers. The deeper and longer they humped, the lighter their hearts felt.
Moisture dripped incessantly from her slit when Prashant’s staff turned hot as fuck and throbbed in anticipation of climax inside her canal. Just a second before its time, he came out and let his stream of semen spread on her belly.
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