"Won't you join me?"

She asked keeping her eyes fixed on the floor.

"Hmm..." 

He stood resting his hands on his waist pretending to give it a thought only making her more nervous. 

"If I'd known you wish to have a bath with me I'd have already made better arrangements."

She said nothing and turned to walk towards the bathroom.  He followed her and when he got in, she had her back to him facing the mirror, her eyes scanning the floor making all attempts to avoid eye contact.

Abhimanyu strode up behind her and lightly brushed the hair from behind her neck to lean down and lightly brush kisses on her right shoulder.

His hands travelled to her belly under her navy blue t- shirt tracing small circles on her skin.

Samyukta let out a heavy breath, caught up in the pleasure that ran through her body as her eyes shut themselves and her mouth left soft gasps.

She arched her back as a reflex of the sensations coursing through her body. Taking it as a signal, he slowly lifted her t- shirt up. Without wasting any time, she raised her arms and let him pull it off completely.

His hands travelled at a deliberate slow pace towards her breast as he cupped them over her navy blue bra. Her head fell backwards resting on his chest as the shivers through her veins made her panties wet. 

Soon, he unclaspped her bra sliding its straps away from her arms leaving her half- naked in front of him.

Her cheeks were blood red, enough heated to signal him to make her feel at ease. 

When she felt void of his touch she shot her eyes open only to see his reflection unbuttoning his shirt. When she caught him staring at her her eyes fell on the floor again as she tried to brush a strand of hair behind her right ear. 

Her hands reached her breast trying to cover them behind her palms.

"Don't." 

One word from him and her hands fell by her sides. 

"I love their sight."

He said softly making her feel butterflies in her abdomen.

"Open your pants." 

He commanded which she obeyed like a good girl- his good girl.

Slowly she pulled down her bell bottom jeans, revealing her thick thighs to him. The gloden lights of the bathroom added a shine to her already glowing skin making it look more enchanting.

And then, she just stood in her panties, which were getting wet due to the rising heat in her body. Suddenly, she gasped as her husband picked her up in bridal style and carried her to the bathtub.

"Let's drop the idea of showering. Let's enjoy the tub." 

He whispered, his voice a mix of mischief and longing. 

Gently laying her into the cold surface of the tub, he ran the tap, the water gradually filling the space around her as she sat in a crouched up position. 

When she saw him pulling down his pants, she quickly turned her head to the opposite direction. She heard the metallic clink of the belt as it touched the marble floor. The sound seemed to tear into in their intimate space, mingling with the steady flow of water, as he stepped into the tub.

She shrieked when he pulled her suddenly, drawing her closer into his warmth with the gentle splashes of water drenching their skin.

He made her sit on his lap feeling of her naked back against his hard front and her eyes went wide. She felt his manhood beneath her butt, just an inch away from her pussy—hard, warm, and long. It twitched when it touched her slippery edge, making her shiver and making him harder.

She felt a throbbing ache down there, a need to be touched, caressed, taken care of. All the rising emotions made her breathe faster, making her chest heave up and down at a higher pace.

While she was processing the whole moment, she felt his hand massaging her thighs and slowly traveling to her lower back. He grabbed her skin just like a tiger feasts on the flesh of his prey, earning a sensual moan from her.

His hands—now both of them—advanced to her upper body and reached his favorite part of her curves. He rubbed her stony nipples at an intentionally slow pace using his thumbs, making her more and more needy.

"Ummm..."

She moaned, this time, her voice a little shriller. Without warning, his fingers began to twist and pull at her nipple, pinching them, making her shudder and moan at a much higher pitch.

"Anhhh..."

He pinched again.

"Anhhh..."

Again.

"Anhhh..."

Again, harder.

"Anhhhhhh..."

Her voice echoed in the washroom as her hands reached his muscular thighs for support, her entire body weakened by just his touch resting on him with the arch of her back.

She panted more quickly, her eyes long closed, drowning in a painful pleasure she couldn't explain in words.

Next, his hands slowly traveled down to her core wanting to feel her writhe and moan in his arms.

"I love how wet you are for me."

He growled beside her ear, making her blush aggressively.

One stroke on her slippery slits and she almost jumped on his lap, making him grunt.

"Ah! Babe, stop moving."

Her movements sent chills down to his boner, arousing him more.

She halted in her position, but when his middle finger reached her clit, she couldn't resist. She again hopped on his lap, her movements becoming more frantic. He held her tighter, his own arousal matching her intensity, their bodies moving in a rhythm of their own making.

"Ughhh..."

He grunted louder and leaned forward, his body weakened by her warm touch, hitting her back lightly as he sought balance. His breath came in ragged gasps, each exhale brushing against her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

Her movements drove him wild with a more intensified desire. As she ground against him, the friction and heat between them grew, making every moment more intense. His one hand roamed her body with a sense of urgency, caressing her curves, squeezing her hips, guiding her movements with a firm but tender grip and another hand pressed its fingers against her clit, beginning to rub slow and gentle circles.

She threw her head back, lost in the pleasure he was giving her, her moans echoing off the bathroom walls. Each circle of his fingers on her clit sent electric waves of pleasure through her body, making her shiver and quiver in his arms.

"You're driving me crazy," he murmured, his voice thick with passion.

She responded with a low moan, her head tilting back as she lost herself in the pleasure. The sensation of his hardness beneath her, combined with his increasing pace on her organ and the water sloshing around them, created an erotic symphony that echoed through the bathroom.

Unable to hold back any longer, he grabbed her hips and pulled her closer, his lips finding her neck. He kissed her with fervor, each touch of his lips just intensifying the already ignited  fire within her. She arched her back more, pressing herself more against him, her own limbs trembling.

"Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their heated breaths.

"Please what, baby?"

"Maan, please!"

"Say me what you want, baby?"

"Please, Maan! Its throbbing. Anhhh!"

"How do you want me to help with that?"

"Make me cum!"

He didn't need any more encouragement. With a swift motion, he moved himself under her, making her feel his thickness on her slits while he kept rubbing her clit at an insane speed. The intense friction against her sensitive area drove her wild, making her cry out in pleasure.

"Ahh... yes..." 

She moaned, her voice trembling with need.

His touch was relentless, the speed and pressure on her clit pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She felt the heat building inside her, every nerve ending on fire as he expertly played her body.

"Please...anhh...don't stop..." she begged, her voice barely more than a whisper.

And the next second he lifted her up and swiftly turned her towards him in no time. She was on her knees that were placed beside his thighs adjusting within the limited space of the bathtub.

She wasted no time to even breathe and glided herself on his boner. He groaned in response, his own arousal matching hers along with moving his hips against her. He could feel her wetness coating him. The sensation of her slick heat against his hardness was almost too much to bear.

With a deep, primal growl, he glid himself against her, his fingers never leaving her clit. She cried out, her body arching as she was overwhelmed by the dual sensations. Each stroke, each rub, each thrust drove her closer to the brink.

"I'm going to come," she gasped, her body trembling.

He looked her at face adorned with shiny sweatbeads, lips parted, quivering under his influence. Her heavy bust jiggled as she moved herself to and fro at an insane speed. This was the most beautiful sight he had every witnessed in his life.

"Come for me," he growled, his voice filled with raw desire.

And then, with a final, powerful thrust and a flick of his fingers, she shattered. Her orgasm ripped through her, her cries of pleasure filling the bathroom as her body convulsed in his arms. 

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