*I hate Mondays*
Was the first thought in my mind this morning. After an incredible night with my beloved husband i wanted him home all for myself. Hell the time moves so fast and its already time for him to leave for office.
Clad in his favourite saree with backless blouse i walk swaying my hips in my bedroom only to find my Greek god standing in front of the mirror wrapped in just a towel. Water dripping down his back from his wet hair. Licking my lips i gawk at my incredible man.
*We still have time.*
Smiling and biting my lips i say to myself and walk back in the kitchen and in few seconds i walk inside towards him. That hairy body makes me drool everytime i look at him. Standing right behind his back i look at the tiny drops of water trickling down his back. He cant see me he is huge and me being petite i easily hide behind him. Slowly i wrap my hands around him touching every part of his bare chest feeling his cold body against my warm one. My bangles rubbing his hairy chest. Suddenly i hear him gasp when he feels cold chilled ice mixed with my warm breaths on his back. I trail my lips all over his back holding the ice in my mouth. He could just see my delicate fingers on his chest roaming freely in the mirror. Feeling my lips warm and chilled he groans my name which makes my stomach flutter.
My fingers graze slolwy over his chest and stomach and my lips trail his spine. I can feel his body tense. I throw the ice and lick him slow starting from down trailing his spine till the back of his neck. I raise myself on my toe and my hands go in his hair and grabing very softly while kissing his shoulders. I want him to turn and just claim me. And just like i wished he turns and kissed me roughly chewing my lips making me moan in his mouth. Breaking the kiss he looks at me. His eyes screaming pure lust. He pulls me by my waist. His grips my waist tightly digging his fingers and i hiss in sweet pain. I shudder looking at his intense eyes. My breath is heavy. My heaving is making my bosoms rub on his wet hairy chest. My pallu has already cheated on me by leaving me vulnerable. My bosoms pressed together making my mangalsutra press between my cleavage leaving a mark. Not fighting back i let him own me, let him know i so much intend to please and satisfy him before he leaves for work.
(English is not my first language. So please bear my mistakes. I am still learning. Please feel free to coment and let me know how to improve.)
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ocsapk/female_one_beautiful_morning