Chapter Twenty Two

A few weeks passed by and things were great between Arnav and Khushi. Arnav would go to work and Khushi would work at home and after Arnav came home, he gave his wife all his time, doing some work in between. Love blossomed between the two and they were crazy for each other.

One day, Arnav was working at his office, which was right below the bedroom, on the far right corner in the back. Arnav was working, when he opened up an e-mail.

"Khushi," he called out.

Khushi was in the kitchen, heating up dinner. "Yes Arnav?"

"Come here please baby."

Khushi turned off the stove, wiped her hands with the dish towel, and went over to Arnav. When Arnav saw her approach, he held his hand out and Khushi held it as he guided her around the table and over to him.

Khushi crawled into his lap, wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled his neck. "You called?"

Arnav smiled. "Are you free tomorrow?"

"Arnav, I'm always free," she smiled. "Why?"

"Well, a friend of mine just emailed me," he said, gesturing at the screen.

Khushi looked at the MacBook and saw Arnav's email opened.

"He's inviting us to his birthday at a hookah lounge."

"A hookah lounge?"

Arnav nodded.

"Uh, sure. Why not?"

"You sure?"

"Arnav, it's your friends birthday. We should go."

Arnav nodded and hit 'Reply' and emailed back that they would be going and sent it. Closing the screen, he looked at Khushi.

"Why are you so beautiful," Arnav flirted.

"Well, Mr. Raizada, I admire your flattery, but I need to prepare dinner."

She tried to get up, but Arnav held her.

"Arnav-"

"What? Besides, my dinner is ready."

"Your dinner? Ready? Meaning?"

"Meaning what it means. It's ready."

Khushi scrunched her eyebrows.

"But I do need to warm it up for a few seconds."

"Seconds? Will it warm up in a few seconds?"

The corner of Arnav's lips curved. "Oh I'm sure it will."

*MATURE CONTENT AHEAD*
Cupping her cheek in his hand, Arnav leaned in and kissed her, taking Khushi by surprise. Her eyebrows were scrunched, confused by what he was talking about. Slowly getting up, Arnav got both of them on their feet, not breaking the kiss. He moved her back and had her against the desk.

Deepening the kiss, Khushi cupped his face in her hands, trying to gain control. Arnav reached behind her and moved his MacBook aside and pushed all the papers aside, clearing his desk.

Hearing the noise, Khushi broke away.

"Arnav-"

But Arnav cut her off and kissed her again. Khushi leaned back from the sudden force and cupped his face again and held him. Arnav moved his hands under her baggy off-the-shoulder shirt and cupped her bottom and pulled her in.

"Mmph," Khushi moaned.

Arnav moved his hands up and took off her shirt. He looked down at Khushi and saw that she was only in her bra and underwear. Arnav hadn't even realized that she wasn't wearing anything below. He thought she was wearing shorts or something.

"It was hot, so I was just," Khushi broke off. "Plus I thought we'd be going to bed, so...."

Usually, Khushi would just wear a shirt and her underwear and go to bed, so it made sense to Arnav.

"Well then," Arnav breathed. "Better for me."

Arnav kissed her again and moved around her neck and shoulders. Khushi gripped his shirt and held onto him as he pleasured her.

"Oh Arnav, please!"

After the incident, Arnav and Khushi had took some time off sex. They wanted to just reconnect and since then, no sex.

"Arnav... now, please!"

"Khushi, it's been too long, I need to have you now!"

Unhooking her bra, he removed it and threw it back on his chair. He laid her back on his desk and hovered above her. The two gazed at each other, Khushi caressing his face. He leaned in and kissed her, their tongues dancing. Letting go, he slowly kissed his way down.

Khushi squirmed. "Arnav," she moaned.

He removed her panty and tossed it back on his chair. Splitting her legs apart, he kissed her inner left thigh. Khushi took in a sharp breath and shut her eyes. Slowly trailing up, he stopped and moved to her right thigh.

"Arnav," she begged.

She hadn't felt this feeling in a long time and she really wanted it.

Arnav trailed up and then claimed her, his tongue giving her a bundle of pleasure. His tongue circled her clitoris and Khushi gasped. Again and again and again, he circled his tongue around it and Khushi was lost in satisfaction. Slowly, Arnav eased a finger inside and Khushi gasped. He put in another and Khushi groaned. He moved his fingers in a steady rhythm and then increased it.

Khushi got on her elbows to look at him. Seeing him down there, doing his deed, gave Khushi a heady feeling. She moaned and placed her hand through his hair.

"Ah! Arnav... Aaah!" She tossed her head back.

But Arnav continued. His pressure increased, and his fingers moved faster, pushing Khushi higher and higher.

Khushi's mouth formed into the letter O. "Oh Arnav, I think I'm going to come," she blurted.

Arnav didn't stop and continued his torture. Khushi grasped his hair with both hands and tried to pry away, rubbing onto his face, but Arnav grasped her hands with his free hand and stopped her. Khushi couldn't push away and she groaned from the torture.

"Arnav... Arnav I'm going to come!"

She couldn't sit up anymore and laid back on his desk. Breathing heavily, she tried to keep control, but with Arnav increasing his rhythm and hitting the right spots, Khushi couldn't, and so she shattered.

"Arnav!"

Her body bowed off as she screamed out his name from her orgasm. She felt Arnav kissing his way up her body as she breathed heavily. Opening her eyes, she saw Arnav hovering over her, his face red from her rubbing. He kissed her and Khushi tasted herself on his lips. Letting go, he licked his lips and sat back in his chair.

"And now I'm full," he simply said.

Khushi gasped for air and then sat up. Arnav just gawked at her.

"Seeing you like this on my desk is a mighty fine view," Arnav said, running his index finger on his lower lip.

Khushi stood up and sashayed over to him and stood in front of him. Arnav held her waist and looked up at her.

"Well now that you've done your deed," Khushi began, "now I'm famished."

Arnav smirked. "Of course you are." He got up. "Come, let's get your dinner ready."

Arnav started to walk, but Khushi grabbed his hand and stopped him. Arnav looked at her in confusion. She pushed him slightly back so that he was leaning against his desk.

"Khushi, what are you doing," he asked, really confused.

Khushi leaned in and kissed his jaw. Moving her hands down, she in buttoned his jeans and unzipped it, Arnav not having a clue, stuck on what she was doing.

"Khushi, seriously, what are you up to?"

Khushi looked up at him innocently. "What? I'm just getting ready."

"Ready? For what?"

*MATURE CONTENT AGAIN!*
Khushi dropped to her knees, pulling his jeans and boxers down at the same time.

"What the-"

Khushi grabbed his manhood and Arnav took in a sharp breath.

"Khushi, what are you-"

"Dinner time," and she took in his manhood.

Arnav gasped as Khushi pleasured him. This was really unexpected for Arnav. He didn't think she would really do this. She had only done this with him once, so for her to do it again with such impertinence, it surprised Arnav.

"Khushi... shit!"

Khushi swirled her tongue on the tip and Arnav took in a sharp breath. He gritted his teeth and flexed, pushing himself deeper into her mouth. She sucked harder and Arnav cupped her head in his hands.

"Fuck," he hissed. "How far can you go?"

Khushi thought to herself. How far can I go?

Taking him in deeper, she felt him at the back of her throat and sucked harder. Arnav let out a hiss from his teeth and shut his eyes tight. Khushi liked how he was reacting to her and sucked harder, swirling her tongue over and over on the tip, taking him in and out, her lips covering teeth.

"Fuck! Khushi, I'm gonna come!"

And Khushi let out her teeth and grazed him, and it sent Arnav over the edge.

"Khushi," he cried, grasping her hair tightly and pulling.

Khushi felt the liquid ooze down her throat and looked up at Arnav. He looked down at her, his eyes really wide. She slowly stood up and kissed Arnav, Arnav tasting himself. When she let go, she moved her finger to her lips and wiped his come of the corners of her mouth and placed her finger in her mouth.

"Mmm, yummy," Khushi teased.

"I'd say you taste better."

"We could debate about this all day," Khushi smiled.

Arnav pulled her in by her waist and kissed her. Khushi held onto his shirt and melted into his kiss.

Arnav let go. "There are needs that need to be completed?"

Khushi nodded. "Very badly," she whispered, feeling her throbbing core.

Arnav laid her back on his desk and removed his shirt. Going through his drawer, he pulled out a condom. Ripping the foil packet, he rolled the condom on and entered Khushi. Both groaned in satisfaction.

"Oh baby, you're so ready," Arnav whispered.

And he started to move. Khushi crisscrossed her arms, placing them on her shoulders to stop her breasts from moving. Arnav placed his hands beside her head and gazed down at Khushi, who had her eyes shut.

"Open your eyes Khushi," he breathed. "Look at me."

Khushi slowly opened her eyes and looked up at Arnav. One look at his intense gaze, tipped Khushi over and her back arched as she screamed Arnav's name from her orgasm. Arnav pushed in once more and stilled, crying out Khushi's name, pouring himself into her.

Arnav collapsed onto Khushi's chest. They shut their eyes and caught on their breaths. Arnav kissed her breasts and sighed.

"I love you Khushi," he breathed.

"I love to too Arnav."