Shivika OS - Serving Love- || Ishqbaaz || Shivaay || Anika || Ishqbaaaz

I smelt him and knew that movement behind me was him. Instructing the maid behind I turned to him. 

"How did you know?" He asked.

"I know Mr. Husband." I said proudly.

His hands traveled around my waist while he looked aside making sure no one saw. "I was wondering whether, you and I could spend some time. " he looked at me.

"Are you mad ?" I pushed away his hands. "Wait until night Mr. oberoi. I have work to get done."

I walked over to the cooking team who had just arrived. I handed them the decided menu, the on he had given me. Those names I could never remember. It was the celebration party of his  new business venture, and I wanted to make sure it was the best.

I walked over to where the host for the party sat. She was one of the employees in his company.

Surprisingly he joined us and sat beside me . I smoked at him and continued instructing the woman sitting across the table. I blinked, as I felt his hand on my thighs. His hand was caressing my thigh through the cloth. To avoid unneeded attention, I continued as though nothing was abnormal. Guess that encouraged him. His hands moved to my inner thighs. I faked a cough , and gave him a look from the corner of my eyes.

He smirked and then winked secretly. 

God this man was mad. I just hoped things don't get embarrassing. I couldn't even take my hand down to push away his, as I was explaining pointing to a list.

I hurried the process to make an escape. But the seducer was two steps ahead. I felt his fingers reach the center. Even through the cloth, I felt things. I couldn't sit unaffected anymore. I excused myself, making an excuse of making a call.

Once I had reached the corridor upstairs without anyone around,  I leaned on the wall and sighed. Stupid Man! Let me she how he gets what he wants tonight.

I was calming my rage and my partially activated hormones when a familiar scent hit my nostrils. I flung open my eyes to see him doing things from his eyes.

"What was  that?" I asked him annoyed.

"I need you, now!" He spoke straight moving closer to me 

"Oh Shivaay! What's wrong with you. " he was acting like a possessed man today.

"If you had agreed by hook I wouldn't have to take the crook way" he kissed my neck.

"Shivaay. There is so much work. Please wait until tonight. Why are you behaving as though we married just yesterday! Impulsive and puffed up/"

His hands were on my hips, moving as per wish.

"Shivaay!" I pushed him slightly. "Not now."

Those words had barely escaped my lips when his hands were back to doing things.

"Shivaay!" I whispered, holding his elbow.

"You liked it, dint you?" He whispered chuckling. 

"Don't be a ...!" I whispered back.

"Jeeez you are turned on as much as me!" He collided his body with mine. His hands now moving up.

I certainly couldn't have enough of my sexy husband's demands and unexpected needs. I  kissed him. He moaned.

"Shh!" I whispered breaking the kiss.

Once again he were kissing. My hands moved up and down his upper body. His were sweet torturers for my soft flesh.

"Room!" I whispered kissing and biting his earlobe.

"Far!" He complained.

I pushed him slightly looked in his eyes. He was breathing heavy. I held his hand and with quick strides we were in our room.

No longer had he closed the door shut, than I moved to him. Encircling my arms around his neck.

I kissed him.

He pushed me to the wall opposite to the mirror. I could see out reflection in the mirror. I realised I was wearing his favorite dress. I was blushing.

I pulled the duppatta of my frame. My hands were moving to the hooks and strings at the front of my top.

He held my hands and pushed them away. His teeth cane close and he opened those knots made by sleek strings. Next his hand moved around my orbs to open the hook. He struggled on purpose I felt, to tease me with those experienced fingers.

Soon the kurti remained on the floor. I had unbuttoned his shirt. His lips were on the skin a little below my neck. While his hands pressed my round globes through the bra.

I moaned in pleasure. "Shivaay!"  I needed him. I was wet wanting him.

"Get my pants off!" He commanded 

He knew I never did that. Every time he said, that I never obliged. Ultimately he had to take them off giving in to my shyness. Three years of marriage and we still were like stubborn newlywed couple. 

I slowly slipped my hand to his belt. He was amazed. I liked it. His reaction.

I pushed down his pants and soon caressed his thighs gently. He moaned. "More!" He whispered and pleaded 

I couldn't refuse. My hands moved to the centre and he leaned over my shoulder, gasping in my ears. I liked it. 

I held him tighter and he bit my neck in response. "Ouch!" I whispered feeling a sting on my ear.

He kissed it immediately and I stroked. 

We were both on the edge. He pushed me on bed. Slowly removing the remaining of my clothes he put his fingers to work once more. This man was annoying at times .

I took my hands down, and he moaned. "Stop that!" 

"Exactly! I whispered.

He plunged into me. I arched in response. " harder!" I moaned in all need. Needs only his love and patience could fulfill.

He smiled at me. "I love you!" He plunged harder and I groaned in pleasure.

His movements built up a wave within me. He fell over me as he climaxed. I stroked his back lovingly. 

He lay aside for a while. I was breathing hard. Minutes later, he was over me. I looked at him questioningly. He gently started pressing against my orbs. " I know you still need me! He whispered. I turned red, wondering how he knew. 

Love knows. 

Oh ! I couldn't not love this man more than me!

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