ArShi SS ~ The Charmer and his Lady ~ Part 3

Part 3

BURNING DESIRE

The moment he got disconnected with her body he once again pulled her towards him by her waist.

“Really miss gupta?” he whispered in his husky tone against her lips.

“What…are…you…you trying to do?” she stammered against his lips closing her eyes.

“what do you think?” came his reply nibbling her swelled lips.

“we cant…I mean you cant…I mean this is…” she was not able to find right words.

“you mean this is what Khushi. Kumari. Gupta?”

“you are pouncing on me without my concent mr Raizada”

“thik hai to dedo consent”

“no never. Stop this right away”.

“try to resist me miss gupta”

Khushi help his chest and tried to push him, but in return he once again claimed her lips this time cupping her bosoms with his strong hands and pressing them in a seductive manner, making her lose her control over her mind.

“Oh god, why am I feeling like this?” she thought.

“Why his touch is so intoxicating?” she thought Letting out a throaty moan when his lips traveled towards her neck and his teeth playing its part biting slowly by pulling her skin”

“I want more” she cried in her thoughts. “I so want more of these”, she mentally cursed herself for giving herself to him to easily.

She tucked his hair and arched back giving him more access. She could feel his smile against her neck and pressed her eyes in embarressment.

“Mr…”

“Arnav, call me Arnav……Khushi”.

“Mr Raizada, is this the way you behave with your guest?” she asked gulping her desire.

“Well, depends. If my guest is as sexy as you, I really don’t mind going futher deep into what I am doing now”.

“you know what you don’t have any aticate”.

“I guess that’s why you are so attracted to me right you”.

“don’t have this wring notion about yourself”.

“Its called Confidence”.

“over confident”.

“check your panty babes, you will know”.

Khushi was just shocked to hear such a straight forward statement from him. There is no doubt that Khushi was indeed attracted to him and the way he approach her, she definitely liked it other wise she did not let him touch her at the first place and to top it all she did all the ooohs and aaahs at the right time.

Khushi managed to detach her from him finally and stepped back.

Arnav slowly looked at her,

“swollen lips”

“flushed face”

“prominent mipples”

“pressed legs”

“shy eyes”

“oh man, she is looking so beautiful”.

He also noted that her expression was not like the other models who gave him all oh-baby-come-on-take-me-now types. She never had to pout her lips to seduce him. Maybe that was the reason he was madly attracted to his girl.

Her smudged peach lipstick was still adoring her skin beside her lips.

Her messy hair were craving to be fisted in his palms.

Her swollen lips were crying to get captured once again.

Her flushed face was aching to be kissed by him.

Her bugs pointed towards him to get devoured by his experience mouth.

Her pressed legs ready to get parted to give him access towards her forbidden territory.

But her shy eyes…”oh they are the most beautiful eyes he has ever seen. Not because they were beautiful, but they looked innocent, they look pure, they were not lusty, they were full of desire and hesitation.

For the first time in his life he saw someone hazitate to come close to him and that’s what clicked him about her.

Khushi was so messed up that she totally forgot that she was standing in her bra in front of him. She did not even button herself.

Arnav smiled looked at her messed state and walked towards her.

Khushi walked back.

A step towards her

A step away from him.

Couple of steps towards her.

Few steps back from him.

One thing which was contant in the process was that there eyes never left each other.

“do you know you look like an angle in this peach lingerie and I just like peeping brown thing”, he smirked.

Khushi immediately stopped and looked at her state.

She mentally slapped her for being to messed up.

Quickly she started buttoning her shirt.

“wrong hole” he commented.

Khushi snapped up her head and looked at him.

He pulled her holding her shirt and undid her buttons once again.

“you cant…”

“Shhh!” he shut her off putting his finger on her lips.

“can I taste your finger” her mind cried.

Khushi felt him buttoning her shirt properly taking his own sweet time brushing his fingers on her already sensitive bosoms.

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