The Bedroom Secrets Of A Nawab And His Begum (16+)
"You used to pose for magazines ONLY in boxers! Nice. Very nice!" She stared mischievously at a picture in front of her on a page of an old issue of a Men's brand of magazine, lying comfortably under the sheets, on a sunny morning.
She smirked at how her thoughts suddenly turned very naughty; not that she wasn't feeling dirty enough since this morning itself. She had caught hold of his one of those magazines, for which he used to have a photo-shoot session as a model. Her Playboy Nawab had such dirty little secrets of his Playboy life, which she so wanted to explore now that he is all hers. She was so fascinated with him, that she even manages to embarrass HIM in front of her. And she absolutely loved it.
Her husband was literally sex on legs. She just can't get enough of her sexy husband. Even while all those days back, when she used to get stunned at his display of body she couldn't help but stare at him. She remembered how she used to have dirty dreams about him; she still does. The only difference is now she is his wife, on whom she has all the rights, and on whom HE has all the rights. She bit her lip at this thought of herself. She needed a cold shower, soon. Or maybe she just needed...HIM.
She occasionally mentally slaps herself too, for having such besharam thoughts about him. But then she thinks about him again, and all the shameless-ness goes out of the window. Why should she be bothered about those thoughts anyway? He is her husband and is all hers, she has the license to think about him in any possible way, and he doesn't need to hear those. He only gets to see them...
"Do you still have that boxer with you? The one with..with..umm..Playboy written over it...?" She managed to read what's written on that boxer and then smirked at her own "private joke". She cracks those lots these days, but they stay between her and herself only, they are just TOO private to tell HIM.
"Sanam!!" He rushed out of the washroom and tried to snatch the magazine from her hands. "Unbelievable! Give that back to me! You can't read all these!"
"Oh yeah? You can go on to pose for all you can, and I can't even read. Correction - look at these! Who in the world even reads it by the way, Mr. Playboy?" she smirked.
He couldn't help but chuckle at her response, in spite of himself. He saw her angling the magazine to see it from different angles.
"What in the world are you even doing?!" He snatched the magazine from her hands and threw it somewhere in a corner. "You're such a naughty little Playgirl." He smirked at her.
"What did you just call..."she turned to look at him suddenly after hearing what he just called her. For the first time in all this while, she actually looked at him; and she lost all the train of thoughts she was even having. He was standing shirtless, with a towel around his waist. His hair, messy and wet, drops dripping from his hair, to his stubble, his jaw, his chest, his perfectly sculpted abs, and going down under... She gulped hard, as her already dirty thoughts started to turn even dirtier, by merely looking at him.
She didn't know how long she was staring at him. She didn't even know when he turned his back towards her and was now in front of the mirror - setting up his hair. Her eyes conveniently wandered back to his strong, firm and his well built back muscles. The way those muscles clenched whenever his strong arms rose up and down. His every action and move was now sounding dirty to her, but the truth was - the way he was looking, it was doing things to her, which she obviously knew QUITE well.
He caught her eyes from the mirror, staring at him from a long time, and smirked at her. Raising an eyebrow at her, "Watcha' lookin' at?" he teasingly asked.
She smirked at him, turning sideways and resting her elbow below her head; as she lay comfortably. "Should I be lookin' at somewhere...else?" She winked at him as she roamed her eyes down his body.
He locked his eyes with her as he stared at her, lying under the white satin sheets - looking almost delectable. More than that actually, much more. She was such a sexy angel for him. Funny, he never knew, angels could be sexy too. He chuckled at his own thoughts. Sometimes he wonders what had he done to have a woman like that? She was almost a Goddess for him. A Sex Goddess. He could already feel himself burn up, and the mood she was in today, wasn't helping it either.
He turned around to look at her - she was standing right behind him. He looked intently into her eyes, "That was quick." He murmured. His seductress Begum Jaan was at her seductive best today. He took a long look at her sexy self, standing in front of him.
Suddenly he noticed something - she was in his shirt. His favourite white shirt, on her. And then, he forgot whatever he was going to say...or do. His white shirt on her was the sexiest thing, he could ever imagine. It was oversized, of course, but she was looking so damned adorable in it. Correction - adorably sexy. This girl would be the death of me - he thought. She looked so irresistible in her state. How he wished to just grab her and have his way with her, right here right now.
He absolutely loved the fact, that, she was the dominant one. This "spending a weekend over in their farmhouse" idea was also hers. After a lot of hardships, they were back together, and he would now give anything to have her close with him, always and forever. He loved the fact; she always wants to be with him, just like he was. It was like they were living their married life for the first time. They literally "couldn't get their hands off each other" these days.
She inched closer to him and stood on her toes, as she put her arms around his neck and murmured against his lips, "I didn't get my answer yet, Nawab Saab" as she moved her fingers in his hair softly.
He could feel her soft breath on his lips. "You get to see more than that, Begum Jaan. Much more." He whispered back huskily.
The closeness to him, was robbing her of all the ability to think straight and his voice was sounding even seductive. She gazed up into his eyes, challenging him, "Like what? Show me." She wasn't sure she even heard herself properly; her heartbeats were too loud to hear or listen to anything. Her breathing was not in her control either. Hell, she herself wasn't in her control; HE was controlling her.
He gazed back into her eyes, which have suddenly turned darker. He could feel her racing heartbeats against his own; was there any difference? Her morning scent was driving him crazy. She smelled so good; he could almost smell himself within her. He revelled in the fact that she is so different, and yet so similar to him. He raised one of his arms and encircled it around her waist, grabbing and pulling her even closer to himself, "You're wearing my shirt." He murmured softly against her lips.
She gasped at sudden closeness. They were so close, she could feel his hard muscles clenching against herself. She gulped as her throat went dry. She absolutely loved when he holds her like that. It's almost like claiming what's his, his possessiveness over her. Actions speak louder than words. HIS actions definitely spoke louder than he could ever say. The way he holds her, and the intensity in his hold, speaks of how possessive he is of her. For her, nothing else could be a greater turn on. She loved being in his arms, she could live and die around them. His arms are her safe haven, her home. The safest and the purest place for her love, his love, their love. "I love the feel and smell of you in it" She squeaked, as it was getting difficult to even breathe, let alone talk. Her ragged breathing against his heartbeats was driving her crazy, she didn't know how long she would have been able to stand on her legs, if, he wouldn't have held her.
He stared into her eyes which spoke so much more than she intended to. Her enchanting eyes were the most gorgeous thing he could have ever seen. He could drown in them over and over again. Those deep pools of love, affection, care, desire and want - and they were all for him. He loved the fact that he was hers, maybe even more than the fact that she was his. The thought of having her delicate self half covered in his shirt, against him, was more than he could take. "And I love the feel of having you, in it." He whispered huskily, as their lips brushed a little against each other's.
She closed her eyes for a moment, as the sensations he was evoking in her, were too much to take. She was so close to give in, but she didn't. She opened her eyes and stared back at him, with a new fire in them. It was amazing, how he makes her feel. She feels so vulnerable, yet so strong with him. His touch ignites her in a way she didn't even know herself. She feels alive with him. She could feel his hardened muscles against him, and it wasn't only his muscles which were hard. She smirked at him as she realised the effect she has on him. She knew at that moment - she was won, yet again. She clutched at the back of his head and pulled his face down at hers as she was breathing hard, "Take me Aahil, please!"
He lost all the control he had on himself, as soon as he heard those words from her lips. He had lost the bet, again! Damn this girl! She knows how to break him, and she always succeeds at it. She really was a Playgirl. She knows how to "play" and win. She was a firebrand. His Begum Jaan was the sexiest thing ever, who could make him go hard by just uttering those three words. His grip at her waist went even tighter as his other hand went on to grab her head entangling his fingers in her hair. "To hell with the bet!" He grunted aloud. And without any further delay, he claimed her lips in a searing kiss, which boasted only about raw passion and possession - claiming each other, right there right then.
She gasped into his mouth and grabbed the back of his head as she pulled at the strands of his gorgeous jet black hair. She was almost dying to taste him. She has never felt so much turned on, or maybe it's just because, it was always a new adventure with him. It was such a heavenly and a heady feeling to be kissed by him and to kiss him. His kiss was enough to make her damp in the need and want for him. She brought one of her hands on his chest and pushed him back against the wall behind; as she crashed herself against him thrusting her tongue into his mouth, entangling with his to taste him.
The hand on her waist dragged down to grab her bottom as he pushed her more onto him, to feel her softness against him. She moaned into his mouth as he continued to taste her. They were breathing hard, they needed air; but the need for each other was too much. The tasting of each other's mouths turned raw with each passing second as they bit and suckled with want and desire.
She brought her one hand down to his chest, dragging her hand along, imprinting her nail marks on him. Her hand wandered around his abs and went further down. His breath hitched at the sensations she was evoking as his hand clutched at the shirt she was wearing, tightly as ever; as the buttons in the front tore opened with the pressure. Her hand went onto the towel he had around his waist to pull it down. He now only had his white Boxers on him, in his full glory.
He pulled back a little by her sudden movement. He was so lost in tasting her, that he didn't even realise his towel was off. "Sanam!" he said breathless, against her mouth. He looked into her eyes, which spoke of nothing but desire and want for him. She was flushed and so heated up; it turned him on even more, if that was even possible. She closed in and whispered "You may take me later, let me have you first, Nawab Saab" She bit at his earlobe as she pushed him back again. She mashed herself against him again as she brought her mouth at his stubbly jaw, kissing and licking him down the path to his throat and to his chest. Her one hand grabbed his him from his neck and other went tracing down on his Boxers, as she tugged at the waistband of it.
His breathing was ragged and was almost panting. He grabbed her hair as she continued to pleasure him. She roamed her mouth around his abs, drawing throaty grunts from him and breathless whispers of her name. Her name from his mouth - was the most orgasmic thing ever she could ask for. His head was leaning into the wall, as she came up. She leaned into him as her one hand slipped under his Boxers. He grabbed her hand suddenly to stop her right there, it was too much for him to take. "Say my name again, Aahil. Please!" She whispered in his ears. She started to kiss and nip at the place under his ears as her hand down under started moving up and down his arousal. "Sanam!" He seethed her name in pure desire as he grabbed her head in front of her.
He grabbed her from behind and turned her around in one swift motion. He pushed her against the wall and smashed against her. She was breathless, and looked all his. He grabbed her hands and pinned her against the wall beside her head and dived in to capture her lips in an all consuming kiss. She rubbed herself against him, as the aching feeling inside her was getting unbearable. They both grunted and moaned into each other's mouths as he pulled back finally. "This is not the ideal place to make you scream, Miss Dhabevaali!" he hissed against her lips. He grunted as he let her hands down. He bent and scooped her in his arms as they went towards the bed, where he almost threw her on the bed.
She gasped as he fell on her. "Would I get my Jallad Jinn back too?" She asked almost breathless, clutching him tightly. "Be careful what you wish for!" he chuckled. Before she could say anything further, he shut her up by sealing her lips with his. His hands went down as he tore opened the remaining buttons of her shirt. His hands went under the shirt and moved up her back as he unclasped her black lacy bra. He loved black on her for some reason, just like she loved white on him for the same "some" reason. Her hands went onto grab his neck and shoulders for support.
They continued to kiss as he pulled the shirt down and threw somewhere in a corner. He slid the straps of her bra and discarded it too. His hands cupped her breasts as he moulded them in his hands. Her breathing got ragged as she pulled at his hair and raked her nails on his smooth back. His fingers flicked over the buds which were soon replaced by his lips as he suckled over them. "Oh..Aahill!" She moaned aloud. He moved further down on her flat belly as his hands traced down her thighs. He tugged his teeth at the waistband of her innerwear as he pulled it down. She gasped aloud at the contact of his mouth with her most sensitive skin there.
He brought his fingers up as he caressed at her core, slowly and sensuously. She clutched at the pillow beside her as the aching feeling was back. He spread her core a little wider with his fingers as he placed his lips at the innermost core. "Aahill..pleasee!!" She arched her back with the pleasure invading her entire being. He loved to pleasure her like this. The way she says his name among those sexy sounds she makes, it's enough to drive him crazy. She drives him crazy, period. He realised she was so close as he continued to suck at the lips of her core. Her moans got louder with every suck and lick, until she came apart and screamed his name. He pulled back and went up to her, and kissed her fully.
She had her eyes closed and an irregular breathing, as she was still recovering from a mind blasting orgasm he just gave her. She held his face and continued to kiss him back. She smelled and tasted herself on his lips, and she realised there couldn't ever be an erotic thing than this. She licked his lips as she started getting turned on again. He pulled himself away and stared into her eyes. She looked so content and beautiful. She took her breath away. She was simply breathtaking. His Begum Jaan, the seductress. The look in her eyes drove him crazy, she holds the control of his whole body, his mind and soul. He loved being at her service, always. He smiled at her as he pushed her hair back, running his knuckles over her cheek and kissed her again.
Suddenly she flipped them both as she came on top of him. She sat astride on him as she took the reign again. He looked at her surprised - his Dhabevaali is up to something. She started kissing every inch of his body as she went down his neck, throat, leaving marks and bites on his chest. She lingered more there as her hands went down his abs to the waistband of his Boxers. She tugged at it as she started to pull it down his legs, slowly, taking her time. Her soft skin making contact with his hardness. He shuddered at the sensation as a growl escaped his lips. He tried to cover her hand, but she pushed his hand off. She looked up at him while kissing him down, and smirked. He knew what she was up to, as his head fell back and he sighed loudly. "Oh Sanam!" He muttered breathlessly.
She pushed his garment off him as she came down the path to his hardness. She held him in her hands as she moved her hands over the length of it. His breathing got louder as his hands came down to grab her head. He had no idea for how long he could control. She pushed her hair on to one side as she settled herself in the position. She moved down a little bit and rolled her tongue over the tip of him. "Sanam!" he grunted aloud as he grabbed her hair. She took her time in enjoying the pleasure he was having. He started pulling her back, but she allowed none of it. She finally took him in her mouth and repeated the action she was doing earlier with her hands over him. His grunts and groans got louder as the feel of her hot and soft mouth on his hardness became too much to take. He gasped, "God, Sanam!"And came apart from the most powerful orgasm he ever had; okay maybe second or third. His hands went back down as he lay there exhausted.
She came up to him and kissed him. The kiss was slow and tender, as the exhaustion took them over. He wrapped his both arms around her pulling her closer as she put her hands around his neck. They kissed till they both were back to their regular breathing. They pulled apart after a few minutes and looked into each other's eyes.
"I love you!" They both said in the unison. They looked at each other and laughed a little at the instance as they lay their foreheads against each other. They both didn't know how and when they fell into a deep sleep of bliss. Into a dream world of their own - where only exist they, themselves and their love.
PS: This was supposed to be a funny OS, but I don't know how it went from funny to naughty and to sexy 😆 I so wanted to write something, I hope this turned out good! And for the title, I was literally so confused what title to give! I hope its nice 😆
Anyway, I hope you all enjoy! ❤️
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