And their bedroom was decorated honeymoon style as per Armaan's instructions
He wanted to make it special for her. For them
"It's so beautiful" Janani whispered looking around the room in awe
"Not more than you" Armaan said drawing her into his arms
"Maan... " she smiled looking into his eyes
"Yes darling"
"I love you" she said and his eyes lit up in ecstasy
"I love you more" Armaan said softly as his fingers wrapped around her head and drew her closer.
Janani let out a sigh of surrender. Her breasts brushed his chest and she let her head fall back, her lips parting in sweet expectation.
She was not disappointed. He kissed her softly, his other hand coming up to her waist to draw her even closer.
She felt the hard evidence of his arousal pressing against her belly and excitement--as well as nervousness--leaped within her.
They are finally going to do it
Armaan deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping inside her mouth as he brought his arms more firmly around her.
"Janani.. Are you nervous??"
"A little"
"I understand. But you don't need to be sweetheart"
"I know. I want this Armaan. I want you to make love to me. With me" her voice trembled in excitement
"My love" Armaan whispered as he pressed a soft kiss on the curve of her neck, making her shiver
Smiling against her skin he slid the strap of her dress down her arm and kissed her neck again, his tongue and teeth nuzzling and nipping her.
Sensation shot through her,and her knees buckled and she sagged against him and ,still smiling, Armaan laid her tenderly on the bed.
She looked up at him with dazed eyes as he unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off, revealing the broad expanse of muscled chest
His hands rested on his belt buckle. "Maybe you should do this part."
"Me?" A thrill ran through her.
"I would like," Armaan said, his voice a low rumble, "for you to touch me."
And she wanted to touch him. She swallowed and rose to her knees.
"All right." Her hands shook as she undid his belt, her fingers brushing the hard thrust of his erection. Letting out a shaky breath, she tossed the belt to the floor and one by one all their clothing came off
The only thing on her body was her mangalsutra and the hip chain he gifted her on their wedding night
"This has been my fantasy for the last one and a half months" Armaan groaned as he took in the glorious sight of the woman he loves
His hands slowly drifted up her shoulders to the pulse fluttering in her neck. There he paused, his fingers lazily caressing her skin until a helpless moan drifted from her throat.
"Do you like that?" he demanded
"Yes" she moaned.
"Good." The satisfied sound rumbled from his throat.
Then, with both thumbs resting beneath her chin, he tilted her head up and kissed her again.
She heard his breathing grow heavy to match hers, the hands resting at her throat drifting down her body exploring every inch of it
With another helpless moan, she gave into the temptation and allowed her own hands to roam his body
Hard muscles flexed beneath her touch, his body tensing and relaxing as she caressed him.
She gasped as his hands slowly explored her waist, then drifted up her back once more.
He kissed one corner of her mouth before planting decadent little kisses along her cheek, her jaw and then down her neck to the point where it met her shoulder. His teeth nipped at her skin, dragging a shiver that drew a deep grunt of satisfaction from him.
"You are so responsive" he said huskily
His hand drifted over her shoulder to the slope of her chest.He cupped one breast, his hand a warm bold caress as he gently fondled her.
At her gasp, he grazed her neck with a teasing bite, even as his fingers began to toy with her nipple.
"Mine" he rasped hotly in her ear.
He kissed her again on her lips, while his hands roamed freely, possessively over her body, leaving no part of her skin untouched as he explored her thoroughly.
"Spread your legs wider" he murmured huskily.
She complied, her heart pumping. The broad head of his manhood nudged her flesh and Janani’s breath strangled in her throat.
"Be calm" he whispered against her skin as he peppered light kisses on her face.
She forced herself to breathe even as her fingers bit into the hard muscles of his arms.
Armaan inhaled sharply then pushed inside her.
The sharp pain took her completely by surprise. She cried out.
He kissed her, hard and swift. "Hush" he soothed gruffly. He withdrew slowly, then pushed inside her again.
Hot tears welled in her eyes as pain rippled through her again.
Above her, Armaan’s jaw clenched tight, his breathing ragged as he stared down at her with dark, ferocious eyes. "I am sorry love. It will ease soon" he murmured soothingly
She nodded trustingly
As if that action had triggered something inside him, he gave a rough groan and penetrated her to the hilt. Another shaky cry tore free as tears slid down her temples. And then just as abruptly as it had arrived, the pain disappeared.
"Tell me how you feel," he rasped.
"I… I am fine" she replied softly
Above her, he continued to watch her with hawk-like intensity, dark gold eyes scrutinising every expression. After a moment, he drew back, and pushed back in.
Janani gasped at the new sensations dancing through her bloodstream. With shallow thrusts, Armaan possessed her, his eyes watching her every move as he joined their bodies.
"Oh... Maan" she moaned again
As if his name on her lips had triggered madness inside him, his thrust grew wilder and deeper
"Janani... Open your eyes" he demanded
She pried open her eyes and her gaze locked with his
With a strangled scream, they tumbled from the highest peak of sensation, falling into a never-ending sea of bliss
*****
A week later - A private island in Greece
"Our honeymoon is over" Armaan sulked cuddling his wife
"It is not over Armaan. We have another week here" Janani said running her fingers through her husband's silky hair
"But we won't be alone. Inder and Ananya will reach in an hour and the kids with Mrs Seth will reach by lunch." Armaan complained though he is missing his kids
"I miss my babies. It has been a week"
"I know"
Soon Inder and Ananya joined them after their one week honeymoon at Mauritius and by lunch time the kids were here.
It was an emotional reunion between the kids and their parents who missed each other terribly
"Dada. Aarav pulled my hair when we were in the aeroplane" Ava complained
"Aarav. Why did you pull her hair?? Goodboys don't do that" Ananya scolded him and his lips trembled lightly
Inder scooped the toddler in his arms and soothed him
"He was trying to play with little Ava, weren't you Aarav? " Inder asked rescuing the baby from his momma
"Yes. But she didn't give me her color pencils. That's why I pulled her hair" Aarav defended himself
"Ava. Why didn't you share your color pencils with little Aarav??" Janani asked
"But they are mine momma" Ava said pouting
"I know darling. But good girls share their things with their friends. You are a good girl, aren't you sweety??" Janani asked
"Yes momma" Ava said, nodding her head cutely
"So now the good boy and good girl come here, hug each other and make up" Janani and Ananya together prompted them to hug and Inder looked on with smile, but Armaan had a slight frown on his face
Well, he didn't like his little girl hugging the boy, even if the boy is his best friend's son
Advi, who saw his sister hugging someone other than him, crawled fastly towards them and pushed himself in between them and hugged his sister
"Aivi" he screamed letting her know that she is not supposed to hug anyone else other than him
"That's my boy" Armaan cheered for his son earning a glare from his wife and full blown laugh from Inder
"Laugh as much as you want buddy. I will have my revenge when you have a daughter" Armaan warned.