All Strings Attached

Chapter Thirty Two

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Sita

I twist my neck to look at Dhushyanth as he enters the room. He grins at me and leaps onto the bed, ready to join me, making me laugh out loud.

"Hi," I greet him, cupping his cheek to position him so I can kiss his cheek to my satisfaction.

He wraps his arm around my waist, snuggling closer to me before pressing a kiss to my cheek murmuring a, "hi."

I turn my phone off and leave it on the bedside table, before turning onto my side to look at him. I observe his tired face and drained energy, his hands raking through his hair as he sighs and dissolves into the bed.

"Do you want to take a shower and change into something comfortable?" I ask, trying to be as soft as possible. "I'll arrange for your dinner here."

"You just want me to get a shower because you think I'm dirty," he accuses, narrowing his eyes at me.

I chuckle, shaking my head. "I'm telling you to shower because you're tired, and people sleep well after a shower."

"You would be more convincing if you didn't look like my presence on the bed has been killing you."

I give up on my farce, but press a kiss to his lips before I request, "please dhushushu," I coo, holding his face between both of my palms, "bangaram kada. Take a shower and come."

"Give me some incentive, at least," Dhushyanth says, sneaking his hands under my t-shirt, as he raises his eyebrows suggestively.

"Shh," I close his eyes and mouth with my palm, "don't be a dirty boy, go on and take a shower."

"You're going to have the sheets changed by the time I come back, won't you?" He asks, pushing my hands off his mouth and eyes. I notice his brown orbs darkening mischievously for a fleeting moment, making me think I might've just imagined it.

Shrugging it off, I grin in response. "Why ask if you already know?"

My husband shakes his head, but presses his lips against mine in a hard kiss, pushing me back onto the bed. The suddenness of it surprises me, gaining a gasp out of me that he uses to his advantage as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth. I moan into his mouth, letting him position himself on top of me.

I weave my hands into his hair, and lock my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to my core. I feel his hardened member against the thin barrier of my night shorts. Dhushyanth pulls away, only slightly, but I barely get a breather as he pushes himself against my throbbing clit, moving enough to make me want more as he lowers himself to my neck, finding my sweet spot at the side of my neck, causing me to moan out loud.

I push him lower, overtaken by a desperation that I cannot understand, but Dhushyanth holds both of my hands, pinning them on either sides of my head on the pillow.

"Now that I've been all over you," he whispers, his voice husky as he smirks, "you're my dirty, dirty wife, let's go."

The realisation that I've been played washes over me, quickly. "This isn't even fair!"

"It was your argument to begin with," he points out, quite smugly.
I pout, knowing I let him play me, and that I desperately do want him in my pants. "You're so lucky I'm horny for you."

"No baby," he chuckles softly into my ear, the effect of his husky voice sending tremors all over me. He nibbles on my ear before continuing to whisper, "I ensured you're horny enough so you can't say no."