FF: 30 Days - Day 28

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Day 28

They were lying on the couch, Khushi engrossed in the movie she was watching and Arnav reading a book and doodling random patterns along her arms with his fingers when a thought crossed his mind and he sat up straight, put his book down, took the remote control from Khushi’s hand and turned the TV off.

Khushi twisted her neck to look at him, irritated at the interruption, ‘Arnav?’

‘I won Khushi!’

‘Won what?’

‘Our bet! I won our bet!’

‘I know you did,’ Khushi said slowly, wondering why Arnav was having such a delayed response to something that had happened days ago.

Arnav grinned, turning her around so they were now facing each other, ‘yes, but that means I can make you do anything I want to!’

‘I thought we were already doing that?’

‘No, no, sex doesn’t count. We both wanted that. You have to do something else!’

Khushi narrowed her eyes and waited.

‘I want you to kiss me in front of everyone.’ He grinned before hastily adding ‘on the lips.’

‘WHAT?!’

‘Yep. You have to kiss me in front of at least 4 members of the family, two of whom have to be Di and Nani. A proper long kiss, tongues and all, not just a peck or anything. And no tricks to get out of it.’

‘No Arnav. Pick something else. I can’t do that.’

Arnav shook his head, ‘no, no Khushi. You agreed to do anything so that’s what I want. Just one kiss. Now say yes quickly or I’ll raise it to two kisses.’

‘No, no, no! One kiss is enough!’

‘Good girl,’ he said patting her head condescendingly. ‘Do you want to practice your kissing techniques now?’

‘No!’ She jumped up from the sofa and began to run, knowing full well Arnav would catch her within seconds.

Arnav caught up with her just as she’d reached the stairs and he held her wrist to spin her around to face him. Khushi fell back on her bottom onto one of the stairs and leant backwards as Arnav loomed over her. The last conscious thing she remembered was the hard edge of the wooden stair poking into her shoulder blades before his lips covered hers and his tongue delved into her mouth.

Khushi arched her back up, pressing her breasts against Arnav’s bare chest as she stoked his tongue with her own and before she knew it Arnav had reached around her waist and lifted her up against him. He stood up carefully, balancing her weight as Khushi wound her legs around him before he began to climb the stairs slowly but surely. His hands kneaded and caressed her bottom as her heels dug into his own.

They reached the top of the stairs and Arnav opened his eyes briefly to judge the distance to the main room. Deciding that the room was too far and his patience too limited he practically slammed Khushi against the nearest wall, letting go of her bottom to hold the sides of her body and rub his thumbs along her breasts.

Khushi had been wearing just the kameez of one of her dresses and Arnav reached behind to pull down the zipper and then her dress away from her shoulders so it pooled at her waist leaving her only in her red lacy bra. He used his teeth to pull down one cup and expose a nipple, lathering it with his tongue until the peak tightened and hardened before doing the same to the other.

‘Arnav.’

Khushi’s throaty moan broke Arnav away from his worship of her breasts and he raised his head to capture her lips once again and swallow any further moans. He pushed her further against the wall, so the majority of her weight was leaning against it before reaching down to remove his trousers, struggling slightly with maintaining his balance and then pushed aside Khushi’s underwear and felt her already hot and ready for him.

Khushi gasped and clutched Arnav’s shoulders as he thrust into her in one hard heavy stroke. His hands were on her thighs, holding her steady and his mouth tasting the droplets of sweat lining her neck. He moved in and out of her with finesse, increasing the speed as he did until he was almost matching Khushi’s laboured breathing.

She came first, crying his name out, with her head leant back against the wall, Arnav thrust a few more times before his own release came and he rested his head against her shoulder and his weight on her allowing the waves of pleasure to overtake him.

‘Wow. Maybe I should have you do that in front of Nani and Di,’ he said with a wry grin after he’d caught his breath, earning himself a soft punch on the shoulder.