Chapter 4: Starting a Family
The honeymoon suite was a luxurious haven of plush carpets and silk sheets, adorned with flickering candles that cast dancing shadows on the walls. The air was thick with the sweet scent of jasmine, and the soft glow of a moonlit balcony filtered through the sheer curtains, creating an atmosphere of romance and passion. The bedroom was a symphony of shadows and whispers, where the echoes of their lovemaking still lingered, and the anticipation of their next encounter hung heavy in the air.
Sitting naked on the edge of the bed, she looked down at the ring that had made all her dreams come true. She smiled her memory drifting from last night's love making to every single day of their European honeymoon, to their wedding.
She could hear Manish moving behind her, and she closed her eyes as he reached for her and started caressing her naked back.
"Don't hold back," he had told her as they started planning the wedding the morning of her birthday after she had said yes, "I want you to have the wedding of your dreams, and then we will spend two weeks in Europe for our honeymoon."
She sure had her dream wedding and now they were in Paris, on the last day of their honeymoon. She smiled, reflecting on the fairy tale the last few months had turned into.
She felt his strong arms wrap around her waist, his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her hardening nipples. She leaned back against him, her head resting on his shoulder, her body pressing against his. She could feel his hardness against her ass, and she wiggled against him, eliciting a low groan from deep in his chest.
"God, my wife's so sexy," he murmured in her ear, his voice rough with desire, "I am the luckiest man alive," he said pulling her closer to him.
"Damn right, you are lucky," she said bending and planting a kiss on his lips, "keep talking like that and you have a good chance of getting lucky again."
"I'm always lucky when I'm with you. Every day, every night, every time I have you in my arms, I'm the luckiest man alive. "
"I can't believe this is the last day of our honeymoon," she said as he took a nipple in his mouth and starting sucking like a baby.
"Says who?" he said letting go of her nipple, "only the location will change. I have every intention of continuing our honeymoon every night in the honeymoon suite I call my bedroom." He said, his hands moving lower to her wet pussy as he spoke, his fingers parting her lips and finding her clit. He started rubbing it in slow circles, her juices helping his fingers glide over her.
Giggling, she pushed him back, knowing he was hungry for her juices, his usual breakfast during their honeymoon.
Getting on top of him, she sat on his face, feeding him her pussy.
"Have your breakfast, sweetheart," she said as he started licking her hungrily, "but remember my pussy is hungry too."
Manish groaned beneath her, his hands gripping her hips as he devoured her. He loved the taste of her, the feel of her soft skin against his tongue. He could feel her juices coating his face, and he knew she was getting wetter by the second.
Snigdha moaned, her hips grinding against his mouth as he licked and sucked on her clit. She could feel her orgasm building, her body trembling with anticipation.
She looked down at him, her eyes locked onto his, and she could see the lust and desire that burned in their depths.
Reaching behind her, she started stroking his erection as she continued to grind her hips.
Manish groaned against her pussy, feeling the vibrations of his groan against her clit. She could feel his cock swell to full hardness in her hand as her body started shaking, inching closer and closer to the inevitable orgasm.
The honeymoon suite was filled with the sounds of their moans and his slurping noises as he continued his oral assault on her clit and pussy. She could feel her walls clenching, her body aching for release. She was so fucking close.
"Fuck, Manish, right there," she gasped, grinding harder against his face, her body trembling with need. "Don't stop. Right fucking there. Oh god, right there."
Manish gripped her hips tighter, his tongue flicking faster against her clit. She screamed as her orgasm hit, her pussy squirting fountains into his mouth.
He lapped up every drop, taking her over the edge and throwing her into a state of sheer euphoria. Her body was convulsing, her hips thrusting against his face of their own accord. He pulled her clit into his mouth, sucking hard, his tongue flicking and licking as she continued to come, her body trembling and shaking.
Manish pulled back, his lips and chin glistening with her juices. Snigdha looked down at him, her eyes wild with desire, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her body still shuddering with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Manish was looking up at her, his face covered in her juices, his eyes hooded with desire. She could see the raw hunger in his gaze, and it sent shivers down her spine.
"Fuck, Snigdha," he growled, his voice thick with lust, "you taste sweeter everyday. I am addicted to your honey now."
Her turned her around on her hands and legs and started rubbing his hardness against her opening, lubricating it.
Snigdha felt the head of his cock pressing against her entrance, and she pushed back against him, eager to feel him inside her.
"Fuck, Snigdha," he groaned, his voice hoarse with desire, "you feel amazing. Every. Single. Time." he moaned.
"Stop talking and fuck me," she said grinding against his hardness buried in her depths.
Manish grabbed her hips and drove into her with a force that made her gasp. She was so wet, so ready for him. He pounded into her, his hips slapping against her ass. He could feel her tightness gripping him, her walls clenching around his cock with every thrust.
"Fuck, Snigdha, you feel so good," he groaned, his voice ragged with desire. "Your pussy is fucking heaven."
She leaned forward, her hands on the bed for support as he pounded into her from behind. She could feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein of his cock stretching her, filling her.
She moaned, the sound muffled by the pillow she was gripping. Manish was grunting behind her, his hips slapping against her ass with each thrust. She could feel the bed shaking beneath them, the headboard banging against the wall in rhythm with his movements.
"Harder, Manish," she begged, pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts with her own. "Fuck me harder."
Manish obliged, his grip on her hips tightening as he started to pound into her with abandon. He could feel her pussy clenching around him, her juices coating his cock with every thrust.
He leaned forward, his body covering hers, his hands reaching around to cup her breasts, his fingers pinching and rolling her nipples.
"Fuck, Snigdha," he growled, his voice ragged with desire, "you're so fucking tight. You're going to make me come too soon."
"Don't you dare come before me," she demanded, pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts with her own. "I want you to fuck me until I come all over your cock."
Manish reached around, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in time with his thrusts.
"Fuck yes, Manish, right there," she moaned, her body trembling with the intense pleasure. "Don't you fucking dare stop."
His fingers on her clit were driving her wild, the pressure and pace just right to send electric shocks of pleasure through her body. His cock slamming into her was hitting the right spot with every single thrust.
Her pussy was gripping him so tight that she could feel every single vein and ridge on his cock slid against her walls, stimulating her and sending shivers of pleasure through her body.
"Manish, fuck, you feel so good inside me. Don't stop, don't ever stop." She begged, her breath coming in short gasps, her hands clawing at the sheets.
Her orgasm hit without warning taking her over the edge. Her pussy convulsed around his cock, her body shaking with the force of her climax.
"Fuck, Snigdha!" Manish groaned, as her pussy milked his cock, driving him over the edge. He roared, his body shaking with the force of his release.
She could feel his cock pulsing inside her, his cum filling her, coating her walls. She clenched around him, milking him for every last drop, her own orgasm still reverberating through her body.
He collapsed on top of her, his body slick with sweat, his breath coming in ragged gasps. She could feel his heart pounding in his chest, matching the rhythm of her own.
"Fuck, Snigdha," he groaned, "that was...fuck, that was amazing. You feel so good, baby. So fucking good."
She smiled, her body still humming with pleasure.
Like he had promised on the last day of their honeymoon, only the location had changed. They fucked like animals every single night.
Inevitably, she missed her periods She knew intuitively she was pregnant even before the test confirmed it. The little blue lines on the pregnancy test were a shock but also a joy. Manish was elated. The doctor confirmed what they both knew.
Exactly nine months after their wedding, they were blessed with a baby boy.
They named him Vihaan, which meant dawn in Hindi. Their little sunshine lit up their lives, filling their home with joy and laughter. The darkest night of her life had led to the dawn of the most beautiful life. Neither knew then that their "happily ever after" was about to change.