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Embarrassed, I tried to sit up, but he gently pushed me back on the floor.

  “Relax,” he commanded. “Forget everything except for me and what I’ll make you feel.”

  One of his hands left my hip to work on the zipper of his jeans. I felt his knuckles brush the sensitive skin on my thighs as he shed his jeans. Every brush caused a zing of anticipation inside me.

  Soon, he positioned his body on top of mine and between my legs. His eyes darkened as he took in my naked skin, exposed completely to him.

  I held my breath. An insecure part of me hoped he liked what he saw. That I wasn’t just an easy or accessible lay to him. A desperate housewife.

  “You are so beautiful,” he said in a guttural tone. “All woman. I don’t think I need food today because I’m going to enjoy feasting on you.”

  My body shuddered even as a part of my brain protested at what I was doing.

  His mouth landed on my breast where he sucked on the aroused nipple. I let out a gasp and almost came with the intense feeling.

  “You have the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen. Round and heavy. More than just a mouthful and handful.”

  I groaned as he sucked hard on the other one. I ran my fingers through his hair, clutching the short and soft curls as he continued to suck at my breasts. When I felt close to shattering, he released my nipple with a pop and moved lower. Without warning, his hot, wet tongue was on the most sensitive part between my legs. His long, thick fingers followed his tongue soon after, rubbing at all the right spots.

  My entire body jerked at the sensation overload, and I shouted in surprise, but he held me down for some more sweet torture.

  Barely few minutes later, I came. I came so loud and hard that I saw stars behind my eyes during the daytime.

  While I lay on the floor, panting under him with the hard release, I felt him move. But instead of taking my body and satisfying his lust, he rolled away from me.

  I watched in daze as the man who had just given me one of the best orgasms pulled up his pants and closed the zipper. I was confused. I really thought the next course of action after getting me off was him taking me and fucking me senseless.

  I continued to watch him while my body slowly stopped shuddering. I had worked up quite a sweat due to heat and with all my thrashing around. The breeze blowing from the windows felt cool on my skin.

  While I lay on the floor feeling a little uncertain, he extended his hand towards me.

  As soon as I gave him my hand, he pulled me up from the floor and then buried his nose at the crook of my neck. “You tasted so good and you looked even more beautiful when you came. I wish I was buried inside you right now. I’m so damn hard, I can I hardly stand upright.”

  “Then why didn’t you?” I asked softly.

  He kissed my neck before raising his head. “You are hungry. I want to first feed you before I begin devouring you. And Mrs. Mathur, you better prepare for a long strenuous weekend.”

  I felt my womb quiver at his naughty smile.

  CHAPTER THREE

  The farmhouse was filled with delicious smelling air.

  The sight I was met with after I left the kitchen to quickly brush and shower, was more mouth-watering. Shirtless and smelling slightly musky, the man looked like a sweet temptation as he cooked. I watched the play of muscles on his back while he chopped and prepared the vegetables and fruits.

  As I sat on the chair while continuing to watch, I couldn’t help but compare the man in my kitchen with the man I was married to.

  My husband was now a powerful man who was used to throwing orders on a daily basis. He also expected everyone to follow his orders without questioning him. His tone was always curt and businesslike. And lately, even during sex, he was always efficient. He would quickly get me off a couple of times before he got off, and then, he would roll away to resume his business calls.

  Whereas this man cooking a meal for me in the kitchen had called me beautiful, and he had just given me an orgasm without satisfying himself. He was quite something. What would it feel like to spend the rest of my life with someone carefree like him?

  My thoughts were distracted when two plates of food were placed on an old but sturdy table in the kitchen.

  “Dig in, Mrs. Mathur.”

  My heart thumped hard in my chest at the reminder of my marriage and the worries that came with it. “Call me Disha. I’m more than just Mrs. Mathur.”

  At my request, he gave me a long look. “As you wish, Disha,” he said before smiling brightly and digging into his food. He finished his food before I could even get to half of mine. And he had twice the amount in his plate to begin with.

  I eyed him surreptitiously. The food he ate obviously settled into those packed muscles.

  I resumed my eating. I was a slow eater, but I ate even slower today, just to buy some more time.

  What are you doing, Disha? My subconscious demanded from me once again.

  I want him, I reasoned.

  Wanting and having are two different things. If you do this, then there is no turning back.

  As my mind kept oscillating, I lifted my eyes to sneak a peek at his face. He was smiling at me. And despite having just eaten, he still looked hungry—hungry for me.

  I don’t care what happens. I need this man.

  Blanking all other thoughts, I returned the smile. My smile was tentative because I wondered if I could truly satisfy a man like him in bed. I had only had sex with one man all my life, and whatever I knew about sex, I learned during my marriage. But to have a wild, no-holds, barred sex with zero emotions, I expect that one needs to be a sex-siren.

  “You are still thinking, Disha. Remember what I had ordered you before? Just relax and only feel what I do to you.” With that he pulled me out of the chair and held me close.

  “I have to be inside you,” he said in an urgent tone. “I wanted to savor you when I made the promise to feast on you, but after the wait from the past one hour, I know I can’t go slow.”

  He gave me a hot look. “Tell me once again that you want this. That you want me.”

  My throat got stuck. And I couldn’t get my voice to function.

  “Say it, Disha. Or I’ll leave the farmhouse.”

  My heart began thumping once again. “Take me to my bedroom,” I heard myself say to him.

  Immediately, he swung me up in his arms easily and did as I instructed.

  As soon as I saw my previously rumpled bed where I got off on my own and cried myself to sleep, the self-doubts crept in once again.

  “I—” Before I could finish, his mouth closed on mine, stealing my breath along with my words.

  All my doubts vanished and I looped my hands around his neck, pulling him closer. I felt my core throb in need and anticipation.

  He placed me on the bed and quickly shed his remaining clothes. He pulled out a condom from his pocket and rolled it on himself.

  I spread my legs, waiting for him to enter me.

  He stopped and stared at me. “I wish you could see yourself right now,” he said in a raspy tone.

  “See what?” I asked.

  “You are breathtaking.”

  At his simple words, heat grew inside me, preparing for him. My breasts felt heavy and swollen with need. “Please,” I begged. “Take me right now.” I was wet, willing and more than ready.

  He lay on top of me, balancing his weight on his arms. “I’ll take you with utmost pleasure,” he whispered against my cheek. I felt his thick and heavy erection entering me slowly.

  “You are so tight. Relax, Disha.”

  I whimpered and tried to relax enough to allow him inside completely. After few seconds, he pushed until he was seated to the hilt. I gasped against his mouth.

  I felt full, and every inch of me felt like it was in contact with live electricity.

  Then, he began to move.

  The sounds of my sobs of pleasure and his low growls of satisfaction filled the air in the room.

  “Oh God!” I gasped when h
e hit a spot inside me that made me see stars and shook my entire body, leading to a climax.

  He didn’t stop or let me up unless it was for few brief minutes.

  Hours passed and it got dark outside. He continued to take my body while I drew pleasure from his insatiable one. I stopped counting how many times he had made me come.

  Much later, when I was too exhausted to move, I collapsed on top of him.

  With a smooth move, he rolled me under him. Then, kissing my forehead, he pulled out of me. “You are one sexy woman, Disha,” he murmured before tucking me to his side where he held me while I slept.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Two days later...

  I woke up to the sound of a phone ringing.

  There was stirring behind me, and then my body felt the sudden loss as the man who gave me pleasure for the last two days sat up on the bed to answer the call.

  “Arjun Mathur,” he said in a crisp and curt tone.

  All the deep content I felt during last couple of blissful days when he proved that he found me interesting and desirable vanished in a poof. My heart grew heavy as I watched my husband listening to the person on the phone. It must be a work call.

  Will he jump out of the bed and leave our farmhouse to rush back to the city? Were the last two days, only pretence to get me in line, just so I’d stop bothering him for a while?

  Many questions rose up in my mind.

  “Sunita, I specially asked not to be disturbed this whole weekend, unless it’s an emergency. And this doesn’t constitute as one.” His tone was harsh as he spoke to his executive assistant. “Just because I bloody own the company, I shouldn’t have to deal with each and everything on my own. I hired my executives to delegate such issues to them. Call them up and ask them to tackle it on their own without my help.” He ended the call and slowly turned to look at me.

  I was still lying on the bed, watching him quietly.

  He held my cheek with his palm. “I’m sorry.”

  “I understand,” I said in a small voice. “You have to take the calls. You are responsible for thousands of jobs—”

  “No, baby. I meant that I wasn’t just sorry for answering the call, but also for causing you so much pain. I should have driven here with you to our farmhouse for our anniversary weekend.”

  Something that had been wound up tight inside my chest for a very long time, began to unfurl as hope took root inside me. “You mean it?” I asked.

  “Yes. I love you, Disha. You are most important person to me in this world. What’s the point if I can’t keep you happy?”

  Tears welled-up in my eyes at his words. “I love you, too. I missed you so much these past few months, even though you were right next to me. I thought you were getting bored of me. Because I was being too clingy and needy.”

  “Never,” he vowed in a firm tone. He wiped away the stray tears that had escaped from my eyes. “How could you even think I would ever find you boring?”

  “I am boring,” I said. “All I do is maintain the house, entertain your guests and keep your bed warm when one of our moods strike. I’m not as exciting or intelligent as the other women you meet at work or outside.”

  A dark frown sat on his face as he listened to my long-felt insecure thoughts. “Not intelligent? Boring?” He pulled me up until I sat upright on the bed. “How can you say that!” he demanded.

  When I stayed silent, he shook his head in disbelief. “You put me through my MBA college, and supported us in every way. Hell, when I was not well or too tired, you even did my college assignments. You put all your savings into my company when it was only a small start-up. You even advised me every step of the way. You are not only smart, you are most likely much more intelligent than me!”

  I looked at him with all my insecurities shining through my eyes. “Okay. So you are grateful to me for doing those things many, many years ago. I know that already.”

  He pushed me on the bed. I gasped at the impact, but before I could catch my breath, he climbed on top of me. “Feel that?” he asked, pushing his erection at the entrance of my core. “That’s not just when my mood strikes. That’s my body craving you constantly.” He picked up my hand and placed in on his chest. “Feel that?” he asked again. “That’s my heart beating for you, wishing I was with you always.”

  He kissed me deeply. “I love you so much. I know I haven’t told you as many times as I should have. But I thought I was showing it to you each day.”

  I wanted to believe him. I loved him and I knew my love for him would remain until the day I die. But my insecurity was deep-rooted as it accumulated over the years during our marriage. “What about Ritu?” I asked. “Are you having an affair with her?”

  An uncomfortable look passed over his face, making my stomach clench in dread.

  “No,” he finally answered. “Although, she made it obvious more than a few times that she was available. But I was never tempted by her or any other woman.”

  I felt relieved. “What happened when I called you the other night to say I had reached the farmhouse?”

  Arjun paused. I knew he had a strong sense of moral code when it came to talking ill about women. But I was his wife, and looking at the imploring look on my face, he conceded.

  “She turned up at my office on the pretext of wanting to help me with the presentation. She was half-drunk. She said alcohol gave her courage to do what had wanted to do for long. When you called, I had stepped away to clean my shirt because she had spilled coffee on me. And when I came back from the bathroom, she was waiting for me without her clothes. I immediately asked her to leave. I also sent her a notice to leave the company on her own before I fired her for unprofessional behavior. As of now, she no longer works for us.”

  I don’t know why, but I felt bad for the other woman, even as I wanted to claw her eyes out for daring to pull that stunt with my husband. I pitied her because I knew the man I had married was so damn handsome and charismatic, and it was hard to resist him. Over the years, I have seen the looks he received from other women whenever we stepped out of our house.

  Hell, it even applied to me! Even though I was extremely angry and unhappy with him, I had still let him into my body and heart so easily. Mostly because over the last two days, he reminded me so much of the carefree boy he was. The boy I fell in love with and married.

  “I’m still the same guy who loves you madly, Disha,” he said. He was always able to read my mind easily. “I know I haven’t been behaving like that lately. I was too busy planning for our future at the cost of our present. But please give me a chance to make it right.”

  I felt happy that he could read my mind and know how I felt. But I wanted to make a few more things clear to him—that I wanted to be more than just his wife.

  I took a deep breath. “I want a family,” I declared.

  Listening to me, the worried frown melted away from Arjun’s face and it was replaced by a wide smile. “I will give you as many children as you want, my love.”

  He pushed me down on the bed. I laughed and then groaned when he began entering me, getting started on that mission. “Wait!” I gasped. “I don’t just want a baby, but I also want to pursue my higher studies at the same time. I know it will be hard, but I want to.”

  He pulled out, only to thrust hard once again. “Anything your heart desires,” he groaned into my neck. “You are my world. There’s absolutely nothing I won’t support you with,” he added.

  Over the next few minutes, his thrusts grew harder and more frenzied. It was impossible to hold on a thought, let alone speak or say anything. I could only join him in his gasps and groans and he tried to impregnate me.

  “I love you,” he groaned when his body could no longer stop the storm inside him.

  We shattered together and I felt his life-giving seed entering me. It caused several aftershocks inside me.

  Our breathing slowly returned to normal, but I kept my hands and legs wrapped tightly around him, keeping him inside me.

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sp; He kissed my forehead. “Happy Anniversary, darling,” he said softly with a tender smile.

  It was indeed the best anniversary.

  EPILOGUE

  4 years later...

  Amid the claps and cheers I received from the crowd, while I was handed my graduation certificate, my eyes sought my husband.

  He was seated at the front row. And right next to him was our three-year-old son, Vihaan, who was clapping vigorously for me. My six-month-old daughter was still sleeping peacefully on her father’s shoulder.

  I smiled at the three of them.

  Later, when I joined them outside the graduation hall, Arjun pulled me close in a hug and kissed me. “Congratulations, my love.”

  “Yuck! Why do you always kiss mommy?” our son asked with apparent disgust.

  Arjun and I laughed.

  I picked up my son and held him in my arms. “Because my little monkey, that’s how we show love towards each other. Do you want me to stop kissing or hugging you?”

  Vihaan looked serious as he thought that over. “I like your kisses and hugs. But I don’t like other girls hugging or kissing me.”

  That made me laugh.

  “Well, Mommy likes my hugs and kisses, too,” Arjun told our son. “Don’t you, Mommy?”

  “I love Daddy’s hugs and kisses,” I replied with a smile.

  All the insecurities I had felt a few years ago now seemed like a distant past. Now, our house was always filled with laughter and happiness. Thanks to the sweet temptation the gorgeous man offered on our tenth anniversary weekend.

  The End