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Newly-weds
20
Pavia.
Two weeks into marriage.
"Jasmine, where are we? I'm getting really impatient," Armaan growled as he sat next to her in the car, blindfolded and frustrated.
It was night and the moon shone down on them, entrancing in its beauty. "Almost there," she said as she increased the speed of her Ferrari. "Just a few more minutes."
"That's what you said an hour ago."
She smiled and her eyes softened as they reached their destination. Killing the engine, she leaned over to remove his blindfold. "Voila."
His smile disappeared as he looked at the house rising majestically in front of them.
"Fuck, no," he whispered and turned to her with a puzzled expression. "You’re buying the house?" he questioned in shock.
She nodded. Of course, he was planning to give all the money away to charity but she would own the property now so he could stay in it for the rest of his life if he wished to do so. "It's our home, Armaan," she told him when he still would not stop regarding her with disbelief. "It would have been a shame to let someone else live in it after all the love you put into building it. Consider it my wedding gift to you."
He gave her an affectionate look and sighed. "Have I told you lately how crazy I am about you?" he asked huskily and pulled her in for a kiss.
It had taken several days for her ankle to heal and during those days, he had taken such good care of her that her heart had all but melted. She hadn't deserved any of it but for someone like Armaan, Jasmine felt like she could try and be a better person. Try to make him happy for loving her so much even if she herself felt as though she had lost the ability to trust or get close to anyone emotionally after Hamza had broken her heart for the second time and never even looked back to make sure if she was all right.
The pain never left her completely but whenever she looked at Armaan's hopeful face, she tried to laugh it away. At the very least, she could offer this guy her friendship and do her best not to hurt him. As long as he did not expect too much from her, they would be fine.
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One month into marriage.
Armaan's fingers stopped sketching a sexy picture of him making love to his wife and traced a lazy path along the length of her thigh as she tapped on the keyboard, fierce concentration lining her beautiful face. She paused when he retraced the path back down towards the hem of her tiny shorts where she lay on a sun lounger with propped up knees, balancing her laptop on her tummy. Ever since he had met her, he had been drawing erotic sketches of them and at first, he had kept it hidden from her but she'd discovered the sketch pad in his drawer one day in the library and had been thrilled to see what his dirty imagination could conjure up. That dirty imagination had just made him horny.
Wetting her soft lips, Jasmine cleared her throat delicately before resuming her typing. Slowly, he allowed his palm to grip her inner thigh with the slightest application of pressure. He watched her fingers halt in their furious flying over the keyboard and smirked.
"I hope I'm not distracting you," he murmured, admiring the way her thick lashes hid her dark eyes from him.
She took a moment to glance up at him, looking like she had just realised that he was there lying next to her.
"What?" Her tone was puzzled. Innocent. But Armaan knew better. He knew her.
"My touching, I mean," he elaborated, his hand still resting on her thigh. "I hope it isn't affecting your focus."
Her response was to blink a couple of times and nonchalantly ask, "You were touching me? Sorry, I wasn't aware." With those airily spoken words, Jasmine returned to her laptop.
His smirk grew wider. She was aware, all right. She was definitely aware. But as usual, she liked playing her little power games with him.
Without warning, his fingers dipped inside her shorts and began stroking her clit in light, teasing strokes.
Jasmine let out a small gasp then bit her lip, not once removing her eyes from the screen.
"Problem?" he queried gently, rubbing circles with his thumb on her pussy and spreading her wetness a little.
"Nope. Just adding an exciting twist to my story, that's all," she answered in a tight voice, an indicator that she was losing her control.
"Yeah?" He inclined his head to follow her line of vision while continuing to pleasure her. "So then, why is this page blank, honey?"
She closed her eyes, letting out a defeated sigh, her charade exposed. "I hate you," she muttered but gasped again when his touch grew more urgent inside her shorts. "Shit, Armaan. I really am trying to write something here."
"Mmm. I'm helping you out with that, you know. Erotic inspiration." He thrust two fingers inside her vagina and fucked her that way for several minutes before she started to convulse and finally shuddered with an orgasm.
Her mouth sucked in some much needed air before her body stretched lazily in the aftermath of her climax, a satisfied smile forming on her lips.
"I'm writing a YA fantasy," she reminded him drowsily. "There are no erotic scenes."
He already knew that but he so enjoyed teasing her when she pretended to be busy. Tenderly, he brushed her sweat-dampened hair away from her forehead and placed a firm kiss there. "Yeah but you needed to come. You always press your thighs together and curl your toes when you get horny," he whispered before leaning back. "You bite your lips too and your nipples get all pointy."
Jasmine
