“What’s wrong?”

“The-the mirror!”

“Huh!?”

He asked confused and then turned to follow her line of sight and saw her looking at the ceiling mirror. He smirked and looked back at her.

“Mujhe ab realise hua ye mirror kyu hai yaha. Aapko pata tha na?”

(I realise now why this mirror is here. You knew?)

“Pata tha? Baby, I spent hours searching for this one specific room which had a ceiling mirror and you’re asking me if I knew?”

(I knew?)

He teased and she flushed red. Her gaze again fell on their reflection in the mirror. Him, on top of her. Between her legs. Their bodies in a tangled mess. Yet the most beautiful picture.

“Aap kitne besharam hai Jay.”

(You are so shameless, Jay.)

He chuckled low and deep and then whispered into her ear.

“Abhi thodi der pehle toh tumne kaha tha ki mujhse kaisa parda aur sharam. And that we’re on our honeymoon. Ab tumse kaisi parda aur sharam Neelam. Toh mai besharam kaise hua? I’m just following your words.”

(You just said a while ago that what shyness and cover from me….What shyness and cover from you, Neelam. So how am I shameless?)

Before she could complain, he kissed her again, swallowing all her complaints and leaving her with only pleasure and the thought of him. He felt her grind against him and he groaned.

He knew he had to stop or they’d end up naked under the sheets, he stopped. Not that he minded if that happened but he also knew how excited she was for the exclusive show that was to happen this evening, he didn’t want her to miss it.

They’d get the chance to enjoy this pleasure all their lives. But this was a once in a lifetime event.

“What?”

She whined and he kissed her head while caressing her cheeks.

“We have the event you have been singing about for so long. We’ll continue this later!”

He whispered naughtily and then proceeded to do something she could not have imagined even in her wildest of dreams. He bit her nipple from over her clothes. She shrieked and cupped it and looked at him wide eyed in shock.

“Wh-what was that?”

“They’re soft! I like them.”

He shrugged nonchalantly and moved towards the bathroom to freshen up leaving her a blushing mess. They spent the entire evening enjoying the event. 

Neelam came out of the washroom, which thankfully had a door, after freshening up and stopped at her place. There he was, her husband. Sitting inside the jacuzzi, sipping on the wine and giving her a naughty wink.

Her eyes trailed down to his bare chest. This was the first time she was seeing him shirtless. Sure, she had felt his hard muscles when she traced her hands against his chest earlier, but nothing could have prepared her for this view.

She was blessed. Her husband was a hot specimen. 

“Why have you not changed yet, love?”

He asked seeing her still in the black bodycon she had worn earlier for the event.

“The zip is stuck.”

She somehow whispered and his smirk widened. He curled his index finger towards her and motioned for her to come forward. She followed suit and stopped against the jacuzzi entrance.

He cupped her bare calf and traced a finger against it, making her shiver. Every time his hand went a little upward on her leg, she felt her breath hitch. One of his hands continued this movement, while the other held the wine glass as he sipped casually. 

He knew what he was doing. Seducing her with his eyes and touch. 

‘Two can play a game, Mr. Ahuja.’

Neelam smirked and settled against the edge of the jacuzzi, bending towards him.

“Help me unzip.”

She whispered and turned around showing him her back where the zipper was. She pulled her hair towards the front and turned her face to look at him.

He cupped her neck and stroked it for a moment, before, pulling the zipper of her dress down. It ended just above her hipline. His jaw ticked when he saw that she had no bra underneath.

He had expected her to go back to the washroom to change but when she turned and pulled the dress down her body, his mouth ran dry. Shimming out of the dress, she got inside the jacuzzi and settled in front of him.

He clenched his fists to control himself from grabbing her and doing whatever his mind asked him to.

“Aren’t you getting a little too bold, Mrs. Ahuja?”

He asked with gritted teeth, barely containing his emotions. She smirked and ran the tip of her toe on his chest seductively.

“Ab aapse kaisa parda patidev. Right?”

(What cover from you, husband.)

He smiled and licked his lips. He held her foot under the water and massaged it softly before pulling it and bringing her closer to himself. She looked at him wide eyed in surprise. He round his arm around her waist letting himself feel the softness of her breasts against his chest once again.

He had been obsessed with them since he felt them against his chest this afternoon. 

“Right.”

He whispered before cupping her neck and claiming her mouth in a hungry, passionate kiss. She felt his hand squeeze her waist and ass and she moaned. She could feel his erection against her clothed core and she realised that he was completely naked.

The information made her even more wet and she started grinding against him. He groaned and bit her lip. His hand went inside the water and he slid her panties to the side to rub her clit.

She bucked against him at the suddenness and clutched the edge of the jacuzzi. Her mouth fell open due to the pleasure and she looked at him with eyes dazed with desire. He pushed his finger inside while continuing to rub her clit.

Her hips bucked and she threw her head on his shoulder. Taking one hand away from the edge, she put it inside the water and pumped his erection making his pace falter for a moment.

He cursed and breathed heavily against her ear. She gave it a light squeeze and tug and a low, guttural groan escaped past his lips.

“Fuck, love! Yes!”

His pace fastened and they pleasured each other using their hands until they found their high.