First Night

Shruti had received a marriage proposal from Karthik, her Nanna's close friend's son. They had met in a chic cafe in Jubilee Hills for the first time and soon hit it off. They spoke for hours together as if they were old friends. Shruti had always wanted her husband to be more of a friend. She knew she had found her 'Guy' and soon they were engaged. After six months into courtship, they were finally married in a grand Telugu ceremony.

Sitting in their decorated car, as they headed to a luxury hotel suite in Banjara Hills for their wedding night, Shruti was reminiscing everything that led to this day. The last few months had moved so fast, like it was a roller coaster. As her thoughts moved towards the night that was about to happen, she felt a strong tingling sensation in her stomach.

She had casually dated a few guys in college, but nothing can prepare a girl for 'The' night, can it? She was raised in a traditional household where speaking about sex was frowned upon. So it felt extremely awkward when her mother tried to explain the birds and the bees a few days prior to the wedding.

Her mother's hushed words, "he puts his thing... down there," felt so embarrassing that Shruti had pushed her out of her room. "Amma! Stop it!" she had exclaimed. She had watched enough romantic movies to know what goes where, and she didn't need to endure this lecture. She looked at Karthik sitting next to her. Tall and athletic, he looked incredibly handsome in his reception sherwani. She wanted to kiss him right there. Just looking at him made her hotter. She felt things she couldn't fully explain in words. She found him smiling to himself. Is he thinking what I'm thinking? Is he as nervous as I am? she wondered.

Karthik's parents had been pestering him to get married for the past few months. He was irritated with them. He surely didn't want to give up his carefree bachelor life in Hitec City for at least two more years. But his mother had played the ultimate emotional card, and he was forced to meet Shruti. He had wanted to explain to her that he didn't want to get married, but had completely forgotten his speech the moment he saw her. He was so drawn towards this pretty girl. She was smart, witty, and so full of life that he found himself falling for her instantly. And much to his own surprise, he found himself saying 'yes' to the marriage.

During the time of their courtship, he and Shruti had grown incredibly closer to each other. Texting late into the nights, calling each other incessantly, romantic outings to Hussain Sagar, and movies at the multiplex. He had flirted with her endlessly. There was obviously a heavy sexual tension between the two, but neither had tried to speak openly about it. So, the only experience the two had shared was sending kissing emoticons on WhatsApp.

As his wedding night grew closer, his IT buddies had teased him mercilessly. The usual banter from the men. One had even gone as far as gifting him 100 packs of condoms! "This is my gift for you, macha. The best gift you can get!" he had shouted at the bachelor party. Fucking ass. Karthik found himself smiling at his friend's idiocy in the car. But then he saw a nervous, quiet look on Shruti's face in the dim streetlights. She looked exceptionally cute.

A few hours later, the newly married couple were finally in their luxurious hotel room, all relaxed and entirely alone. There were no nosy friends or overbearing cousins to tease them anymore.

It took Karthik only a minute or two to change from his heavy wedding clothes into comfortable casuals. He was already dialing room service to order dinner while Shruti was standing before the grand mirror, still contemplating how to remove all her heavy gold temple jewellery and the thick strands of jasmine in her hair. Damn, the life of men is so easy, she complained silently in her head.

She was only half done removing her heavy necklaces when Karthik stepped up behind her and gently hugged her waist. "Do you want any help with that?" he asked, his voice low.

She wasn't going to give in so easily. "No, I can do it," she said, pushing him away playfully with a laugh.

He effortlessly pulled her back into his strong arms... "You look so beautiful today, babe. Your beautiful Kanjeevaram saree, the red lipstick to go with it... God, I couldn't take my eyes off of you all evening. Do you know what I want to do to you?" Karthik tightened his arms around Shruti's waist, pulling her flush against his chest.

"What?" Shruti replied meekly, her heart racing.

"All I could think of looking at your lips was to kiss them." Karthik kissed her right cheek. He placed a second kiss, this time much closer to her lips. He turned her head towards him. They could feel each other's warm breath with their lips only a few centimeters away from each other's. Slow, ragged breaths. Karthik moved in...

Buzzzzz. "Sir, room service!"

Shruti immediately pushed Karthik away in a panic. Karthik reluctantly headed to the door, quietly cursing the hotel guy for the absolute wrong timing, while Shruti leaned against the dresser to gather her breath. They hadn't even kissed yet, and she was already so hot and bothered.

Shruti quickly finished removing her intricate jewellery, washed her face to freshen up, and came back into the main room. Karthik had already laid out the food on the small dining table by the window. They had ordered a simple dinner of paneer tikka and butter naans, as they had already consumed enough heavy sweets and rich wedding meals over the past two days.

They were talking about random funny incidents from the wedding mandap and enjoying the quiet meal together. When Shruti noticed Karthik staring at her plate, she asked, "Aren't you hungry?"

"Oh, I am. I'm just waiting for you to finish your dinner so that I can eat you," Karthik flashed his bright, mischievous smile.

He reached across, took her hand, and pulled her forcefully towards him, making her sit sideways on his lap.

"Karthik..."

"Yes, my love?" He started kissing her cheek and lightly nibbling at the sensitive skin of her neck. He was placing soft, wet, and gentle kisses all along her jawline. He would alternate between playfully nibbling at her earlobes and pressing hot kisses to her skin.

He gently turned her head towards him.

"Baby, have your dinn..." Before she could even complete her sentence, Karthik placed a full, deep kiss on her lips. He held her face firmly in his palms and continued to kiss her passionately. Shruti didn't even realize when she naturally parted her lips, letting him suck her tender lips. First the upper lip, and then her lower lip. He would sometimes bite her lower lip gently, teasingly. He broke the kiss for a second, tilted her head to a better angle, and then locked his mouth completely on hers again. She felt his warm tongue slip past her lips and deep into her mouth. He started exploring her mouth expertly with his tongue. Soon, their tongues were swirling and playing with each other in a heated rhythm.

He kissed her chin, and Shruti involuntarily pushed her head back, her eyes fluttering shut in pure bliss. He kissed her neck. Planting hot kisses all along the curve, he started tracing her soft skin down to the nape of her neck, reaching her bare shoulders. He bit her there. This time, not so gently. Shruti felt a sharp sting of pain, but not too much. She noted, with a thrill, that it was in fact incredibly pleasurable. Her first love bite. He had permanently marked her as his.

Karthik kissed her collarbone and went further down, decisively pushing the heavy silk pallu of her saree over her heaving chest. He kissed and traced the faint green veins on her upper chest. Shruti didn't even realize when his nimble fingers undid the tight strings on the back of her tailored blouse, but she suddenly felt it slipping down her shoulders. She kept her eyes tightly shut, flush with shyness. But she knew her upper body was now fully exposed to her new husband. And Karthik was devouring her with his eyes.

Shruti gasped out loud when she felt Karthik's warm hands cup her breasts. 34B. She wasn't massive, but she did have generous, firm breasts which she was secretly proud of. Karthik felt her heavy tits through the fabric of her bra. Even with the padded bra on, he could feel her aroused nipples sharply poking his palms. He leaned in and kissed her chest right in between her cleavage, while at the same time expertly unhooking her bra from the back. Shruti's upper body was completely bare now. She could feel the cool, conditioned air from the AC caress her wet skin. She felt her nipples getting even harder under his intense gaze.

Karthik reverently cupped her bare tits. He first felt their satisfying weight in his hands. Next, he squeezed them gently. And later, he mashed them both together, creating a deep canyon of cleavage. He wrapped his large palms around them, squeezing out her taut nipples. He leaned down and kissed a peak, and found her shudder violently against him. Using his wet tongue, he slowly licked her dark areolas. He was drawing maddening, wet circles around her nipple. Finally, he took her entire nipple into his hot mouth. He started sucking it rhythmically, pulling hard. He would alternate eagerly from one nipple to the other. Cupping, squeezing, and playing with each tit. By the time he decided to move on, her peaks were red, slick with saliva, and aching for more.

The next few seconds went like a chaotic daze for Shruti. Karthik forcefully pulled Shruti to her feet. He grabbed the heavy pleats of her Kanjeevaram saree, dragging the expensive fabric down to the floor in one smooth motion. He lifted her easily and carried her to the massive king-sized bed. Within seconds, he was completely out of his own clothes and only in his tight boxers.

He got onto the soft mattress and started right from where he had left off. Kissing her bruised tits. But he soon moved his mouth onto her flat tummy. And then dipped his tongue into her navel. And then moved further down.

He kissed her soft thighs and moved specifically to the sensitive insides, making Shruti tremble wildly with a mix of fear and intense anticipation. He was so agonizingly close to her core.

She felt the delicate fabric of her panties being pulled down. Although overwhelmed with shyness, she couldn't bring herself to stop him. She instinctively tried to close her legs tight shut, but he firmly pulled them apart. He touched her most sensitive part directly, making her shudder uncontrollably. She was slick and wet. God. She was practically flooding for him.

He rubbed her already swollen, slick lips up and down, and when he dragged his fingers all the way to the top, he pressed hard onto her sensitive clit, making her gasp loudly and moan his name. Then, she felt his hands suddenly move away. Nooo, she thought in despair.

She opened her eyes to see him completely stripping off his boxers. She immediately turned her head away in sheer panic. But that one brief second was more than enough to register the imposing image of his arousal. It was thick. Long. And aggressively hard. No. It was a cock. Her husband's cock. Meant to please her.

Karthik got heavily on top of Shruti. He kissed her swollen lips tenderly to calm her. He started rubbing his rigid length up and down, just enough for his tip to slip smoothly up and down her dripping slit. He felt his shaft getting slick from her abundant juices. He held his thickness in one hand and carefully aimed it at Shruti's tight entrance. But he didn't push in. He waited, and waited, deliberately teasing her.

"Open your eyes, sweetheart," he whispered huskily. Shruti just frantically nodded her head left to right, saying no.

Karthik slowly dragged his hot tip from deep down her slit to all the way up till her sensitive clit.

He knelt close to her ears. "Do you like it? Do you like my cock rubbing against you like this?" He kept rubbing rhythmically while he continuously asked her. His manly voice felt incredibly heavy. Full of raw lust.

"Don't you want to feel my cock deep inside you?" He poked his blunt tip firmly at her tight entrance. "Don't you want to know how it feels inside you? Ask me for it," he commanded softly.

Shruti was practically quivering on the sheets now... "Ple..as.e..." was all she could manage to muster.

Karthik finally pushed his hungry cock into Shruti's tight, wet pussy. "Ahh!" She felt his immense girth stretch her painfully but pleasurably. And he felt her scorching pussy tightly coat his cock with her slick, slippery wetness. He pulled back and pushed in again. Slowly at first. Allowing her to adjust. And gradually, he started picking up the pace. Shruti was very quick to learn, and soon she was bucking eagerly and pushing her hips up off the mattress to meet his forceful downward thrusts.

He kept relentlessly pumping his cock deeper and deeper into her core, giving her his absolutely everything. Shruti hugged Karthik tightly, wrapping her arms securely behind his sweaty back and locking her legs high behind his flexing ass.

The heavy wooden bed was shaking violently against the wall. The couple were sweating profusely and panting in the cool air-conditioned room. The suite was filled with their loud, echoing moans and the wet slapping sounds of their bodies meeting. Karthik started pumping with all his brute might. Lifting his hips up and driving down with all his raw force. Shruti's tight passage was squeezing his shaft rhythmically. Not wanting to let it go. And when Karthik pulled his length almost completely out of Shruti's soaking wet pussy and forcefully shoved it balls deep into her tight hole, Shruti felt her entire body shake like a leaf. She started violently shuddering and orgasming intensely on her husband's thick, meaty cock. This immediately triggered Karthik, who started cumming hotly inside Shruti but didn't stop fucking her through his climax. He kept ruthlessly pumping stream after thick stream of his hot seed deep inside Shruti's womb. And Shruti just kept clamping down, milking his length, and letting him completely fill her up with more of his cum.

Finally, the newlywed couple lay utterly wasted on the tangled sheets. With Karthik heavily on top of her. Both hugged tight, panting for air, with Karthik's softening cock still buried deep inside Shruti's satisfied body.