Pure smut! Enjoy!
Arjun’s POV:
Arjun was sitting on the bed, twiddling his thumbs and waiting for his wife. He wasn’t entirely sure what the women in the house were doing to Annapoorani, but they’d all strictly instructed him to stay put in his bedroom. Arjun frankly thought it was unfair that he couldn’t talk to his wife on their wedding night.
Arjun got up off of the bed and opened the doors to the balcony. He breathed in the fresh ocean breeze and thought about the events of the day. The wedding, though it was small, was perfect. He loved seeing Annapoorani blush under everyone’s gaze. She’d actually elbowed Abhinav hard when he’d teased her about it.
Arjun smiled to himself as he recalled the way she was all dolled up, wearing a rich blue saree with a golden border. She was adorned with numerous gold ornaments. Arjun always wondered how women could wear so much jewellery and not stumble under the weight. Annapoorani had walked gracefully over to him, and he believed that not even the gold ornaments could compare to the splendour of her beautiful smile.
He looked back into the bedroom, which was pretty barren a few days back. Now, it was decorated with so many flowers. What was the purpose of all these flowers? They were probably meant to be an aphrodisiac, but if that was the case, then why didn’t people use flowers every time they had sex? Some traditions made absolutely no sense to him. Especially the big deal people placed on the Shanthi Muhurtam or the ‘first night’ the couple spends together to consummate the marriage. The families make a huge show of setting up an auspicious time for the newlywed couple to have sex so they could produce a blessed child. Arjun recalled one of his friends from college asking this question. “What if the wife is in an infertile period when they have sex? Would all the elders ask the bride this question in advance before they decide on the date and time?” It was unfortunate that the brilliant boy had this doubt when they were all seated in the dining hall for dinner. A Surgery professor who was also a Brahmin had overheard the conversation and fell out of his chair with his loud laughter. The commotion had drawn the attention of everyone in the room, and the professor had narrated the question to his colleague in his booming voice. Needless to say, his friend was thoroughly embarrassed.
Arjun watched the cars drive by lazily. It was a quiet night, and nobody felt the need to rush down the streets. Where was his wife? He was growing impatient and briefly considered asking Abhinav or Dinesh to give him an update on what was happening. But then, he discarded the idea since he was sure Abhinav would tease him mercilessly for not sleeping with Annapoorani when he had the chance earlier.
Arjun frowned as he considered the fact that his brothers had both slept with her before. He wasn’t exactly upset that she wasn’t a virgin since he wasn’t one too. It was mostly a mild annoyance that he hadn’t taken up the chance when he had it. He wondered how it was going to be with Annapoorani. He’d only slept with a close friend before, and that was actually an act of rebellion on her part. Aisha was one of his close friends and had come from an orthodox Muslim family. Her parents were completely against her decision to study medicine, but she’d fought them fiercely and joined the college with the help of one of her uncles. Soon her parents were pressuring her to get married, and she used to complain to Arjun about how her mother used to advise her that girls needed to be pure and chaste. They shouldn’t even think about another man before they got married. Aisha was ranting one night to Arjun and started crying in frustration. Arjun wasn’t entirely sure how to comfort her. Aisha then determinedly dragged him to the college library. The library was huge, and there was a room filled with old journals that very few people (who weren’t asthmatics) ventured into. She’d kissed him and asked if he would do this favour for her. Arjun was slightly dazed from the kiss and agreed. She’d then pulled down his pants, and it was safe to say his brain switched off. It was awkward and great and one of the few things he wished he’d thought twice about before acting. Aisha was happier after that, and they’d remained good friends. She soon got married in her third year, and she and her husband moved to Dubai once college had ended. He’d lost touch with her completely after that. It’d been a long time since he’d thought about her, and he wondered if she was ok.
Arjun shook his head. He really shouldn’t be thinking about another woman on his wedding night. It was a good thing that Annapoorani couldn’t read minds. How would she react if he’d mentioned this particular piece of information to her? ‘Some things are better left unsaid,’ a rational part of his mind supplied in a sage tone.
The door opened and slammed shut behind him, and Arjun turned back to see his beautiful wife seething. He couldn’t help but laugh at her scowl, and once she’d spotted him, her expression changed as her lips twitched, warring between annoyance and anger. Arjun noticed that she was wearing the saree that he’d bought her earlier for her Coming of Age Ceremony and the exact same swan jewellery he’d bought. He was pleased that she’d worn them. He loved the way the saree clung to the soft curves of her hips. He admired the way she’d worn the saree in a risqué way, exposing her waist and breasts. He was also 100% sure this was not her mother’s idea.
“I thought you would be happy to see me on our wedding night,” Arjun said as he drew her closer to his body, and buried his face in her neck, inhaling the soft citrusy scent of the lotion she always wore. These days he couldn’t eat an orange without getting turned on.
“Arjun, you’re going to make me spill the milk,” she exclaimed, and Arjun glanced down to see the cup of milk in her bangle-clad hands. His lips twitched into a smile.
“Is that for me?” he asked innocently.
“No, it’s for the both of us. Apparently, I have to drink from the cup after you’ve drunk your half. My mother drives me insane!” Annapoorani cried out in frustration.
Arjun took the cup from his wife’s hands and placed it on the table. His wife was beautiful even while she was irritated. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ears, and she glanced at him.
“Mothers are meant to drive us crazy,” Arjun stated simply, watching her long highlighted eyelashes sweep down every time she blinked. She was nibbling on her glossy lips, and Arjun eagerly awaited the moment he could enjoy its sweet taste.
Annapoorani sighed.
“I’m sorry for being so grumpy. It’s just that I had to fight with Amma to wear this saree. She told me that she’d already bought a separate saree for this occasion and I had to wear that. Then she proceeded to tell me how I should and shouldn’t behave in the bedroom! Like how I should be a quiet and blushing bride, and I can’t even tell you all the things she said. It was so embarrassing!” she moaned and leaned into his embrace. Arjun chuckled as he imagined his mother-in-law advise his wife regarding her wifely duties. He was sure it wouldn’t have gone over well.
“Don’t laugh! And then your mother started telling me about how important the first night is and started going into horrifying details about her experience with your father! That was when I shouted that it wasn’t exactly the first time we’ve slept together, and that shut them both up. Both our mothers are pretty furious with me now,” she complained, and Arjun couldn’t help but laugh.
“Arjun!” she whined, looking rather upset with her cute little pout.
“Rekha,” he marvelled at how that name always brought a smile to her face, no matter what situation they were in.
“Don’t mind them. They just want to uphold tradition, and had probably experienced the same embarrassment when they’d gotten married. Now, they’re passing on their experience to you,” Arjun reasoned as he guided her to the bed. They had to push the flower arrangement in the centre of the bed to the side before they could sit on it. The flowers were really troublesome.
“I don’t want to hear about our parents having sex. Right now, I’m not sure if I can look your father in the eye anymore,” she said, and Arjun grimaced at that. He really didn’t want to know what his mother had said.
“I think it’s best if we stop talking about our parents when we are in our bedroom,” he said, and Annapoorani quickly nodded in agreement.
Arjun watched his wife as she ran her gaze over him. Arjun had taken off his shirt earlier as the summer heat was too sweltering, and it appeared that it had got the desired effect he was hoping for.
“Come here,” he murmured, and she moved closer, placing her soft hands on his pectorals. He placed his hands over hers and gazed into her rich brown eyes.
“You are absolutely stunning today, and I am so proud to call such a strong, beautiful woman my wife,” Arjun spoke those words from his heart. He recalled the day he met her, her warm body pressed against his back. He’d seen how she’d faced every single trial thrown her way bravely and how he’d felt it impossible to not fall in love with her. He felt that with each passing day, he got to know more about her and fall even more deeply in love with her.
“Arjun, I-,” tears were gathering in her eyes as she gazed at him, and she flung herself into his arms. He wrapped his arms around her slender body. She was a perfect fit in his arms. Those soft lips that he was eyeing earlier were now pressed against his, and he kissed her passionately. Her body was pressed against his, and he ran his hands down her back, over her shapely ass. He lifted her up and placed her sideways on his lap. The saree she wore was impeding free movement.
“Arjun, I love you. I’m not that good with words but believe me when I tell you that you are the most perfect man I’ve ever met, and I’m so glad to call you my husband,” she said, eyes shining with love and unrestrained lust. Arjun knew he wasn’t perfect, but in her eyes, he was. And that was enough for him.
“I love you too, Rekha,” he said.
He continued to kiss his way down her long slender neck. It really was the neck of a swan. Any necklace she wore seemed like a perfect fit. He made her stand up, and a tug was all it took before the saree pooled onto the floor.
“You’re lucky I didn’t use any pins on that,” Annapoorani griped, keeping her hands on her hips.
“I know my wife would be clever enough to not do that,” he answered politely, and she smirked at him.
Arjun placed his hands on her hips. Her skin was so soft and pinchable. He traced his fingers over her belly button as she squirmed under his touch. He had to undo the knot of her skirt and was surprised to see her going commando. When he looked at her, she just raised her eyebrows in response. His wife was going to be a handful, that was for sure. Arjun just shook his head and continued to undress his wife’s blouse and bra. He let his eyes capture the moment, the way she suddenly turned shy under his gaze. Her ample breasts with the dark nipples were just begging to be sucked on, and that was exactly what he did. He swirled his tongue over the areola before sucking on the nipple. With every encouraging moan, he got even bolder with his movements, and realized that she loved it when he pinched her nipples. He kissed his way down and cupped her sex. She was already wet, completely turned on, and Arjun wanted a taste. He laid her onto the bed and watched as she bent her knees to accommodate him. He parted the lips of her labia and dove right in. Annapoorani buried her fingers into his hair, and he felt the sharp sting of the pull every time she enjoyed something he did. He inserted a finger in and found a sensitive spot that soon had her climaxing.
“Your tongue is magical,” she said, sounding slightly slurred from her orgasm. Arjun chuckled at her comment. His dick was straining against his pants, and Arjun quickly discarded them. Annapoorani was watching his movements intently, and he watched her lick her lips suggestively. Now, he understood why his brothers had a difficult time controlling themselves when she was like this. She was a temptress who had him and his brothers wrapped around her little finger.
He positioned himself over her and kissed those swollen lips. They would look incredible, wrapped around his cock but now wasn’t the time. He really had trouble controlling himself. He felt Annapoorani wrap her warm hands around his erection, and he hissed. He couldn’t wait any longer. He had to be in her now!
Arjun slipped his cock inside her waiting pussy and sighed. Her warm vaginal walls clamped around his cock in a very snug way. He moved his hips, thrusting into her, stimulating the nerve endings with every movement. He had to wonder why he was imagining the electric signals passing through the synapses of the nerves. Once a doctor, always a doctor, even while having sex apparently.
He watched as her breasts jiggled with each movement and swooped down to suckle on her nipples. He could feel his own orgasm coming up, and he stimulated her clitoris to quickly bring her to orgasm. The moment he felt those vaginal walls spasming around his own cock, he shot his cum into her. He wondered if she would get pregnant soon. It would really be nice to have little kids running around the house calling him Appa. Arjun hadn’t realized how much he yearned for that dream to happen soon.
Arjun laid down on the bed beside his wife, as they both waited for their hearts to slow down to a normal pace. He spooned behind her and placed a kiss on her neck. Annapoorani started to giggle.
“What’s so funny?” he murmured against her neck.
“The first time we met, I was spooning you, and look where we are now,” she said and snuggled into him with a contented sigh.
“You make a terrible big spoon,” Arjun teased, and Annapoorani swatted at him.
Arjun canted his hips forward, his erection not willing to stay down while Annapoorani was in his arms.
“You ready for round two?” he asked.
Annapoorani snorted.
“You never need to ask.”