The Clock ticked 10 PM. A smile crept across her face, she blushed, it was time to serve her beloved thakurjii, she knew it. Grabbing the glass of milk skimmed with kesar, ought to give him the strength for his nightly chores. The other hand holding a paandan, served their purpose to freshen his taste buds in case situation got very close. The good part, there was pin drop silence in the havelli as everyone was snoring in deep sleep except for the sound of anklets which indicated him of her succulent presence. Her hips swaying from side to side while drops of sweat trickled down her navel and disappeared within the hem of her saree.
The door was open for her to fulfill her wifely duties and she walked gracefully in her pink saree displaying her assets. Every peice of jwellery she wore was swaying on her youthful body.
Resting elegantly on his right elbow, on the huge bed, in just white dhoti, his right leg stretched straight while his left wrist resting gracefully on his bent left knee. Her thakurji displayed his masculine features for her to admire.
A year was not enough to end the shyness inside her. His powerful aura pulled her towards him like a magnet eventually making her sit besides him. Her fingers moved delicately over the paan carefully folding it while he drank the milk and unfolded her with his gaze giving her goosebumps. Like always her delicate fingers were smeared red with the katha. The sexual tention in the room was slowly peaking when he finished the milk and wiped his lips, rubbing it over her shoulder, deliberately brushing his beard on her fair naked skin. She shudders and bites her lips hard to curb the moans. He leans back again knowing she is trying hard to concentrate on making the paan. Aroused by her reactions and tempted to see more he just inserts his fingers inside her waist chain and deliberately plays with it poking her bare waist making her gasp. Somehow the paan is ready to be relished and without looking at him she feeds. Quickly he holds her wrist, a bit tight, breaking a few of her glass bangles making her wince. The broken piece of glass pricks her soft fair skin and she bites her lips hard. He smirks. To ease her pain he licks and sucks her fingers while staring at her beautiful face. She looks away shyly as her cheeks go red.
Quickly pulling her hand back she gets up and sits at his feet thinking she is safe now for some time. But she is wronged when he kept his feet on her lap pressing, commanding her to press his feet. Slowly and gently she massages his feet with her soft palms feeling the skin of his feet. He groans and scratches her navel while playing with her waist chain. Everytime he scratches her body arches in response. Slowly his feet raises towards her bosoms and he presses and rolls his toe on it. A soft moan escapes from her lips.
“Mmmmmm”
She moves back to tease and looks at him. His eyes are red in anger. He raises his one brow and clenched his teeth. Her heart skips a beat. He turns into a ferocious wild beast whenever she teased him. She gulps hard knowing its time to quench his thirst and slowly bends forward and he again starts kneading her bosoms with his feet. She is all wet by now waiting desperatly for his attack. To express her need to quench his thirst she bends more and gives a soft bite on his toe and sucks softly. He smirks seeing his beloved wife ready to serve him. He rubs his feet moving upwards and stucks his toe in her mangalsutra and pulls her on him. Her petite small frame crashes on his massive body and he rolls instantly pinning her down under him putting all his weight on her small body and then she just moans
“Thakurjiiiiiiiiii”………
{Special thanks to u/dirty_naughty_alt_99 for encouraging me to write….}
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/oav7ke/quenching_her_beloveds_thirst
Ohhh yes baby! I love it so much