My Massage is Different

Ch-65

Rahul felt like his heart was breaking. He wondered if she wanted to leave again. But again on the second thought why would she leave him. If she wanted to she would have done that in the past nine months. The thought of her getting massaged by other men made his blood boil.

If… he does a good massage maybe she would give up the idea of getting massaged by them. Yes! That's right!

"Laya," he called out making her flinch.

"ufffff! Can you make noise when you come in? I was scared," she said as she patted her chest.

"Hmm… whom are you talking to?" he asked.

"Shakti," she answered with a smile.

"Oh, you are saying something like a massage? Do you want to have a massage? I can do that for you," he said.

Laya looked at him skeptically. She could see the sourness flowing from his body. She smirked at him.

"Well, I will take a bath and come. You get the oil for me," she said.

"I will," he said.

"Where shall we set up? Bed or somewhere else?" she asked.

"Hmm… bed," he said.

"Oh, then… don't use oil. Just press me," she says and leaves the place before he could respond. Laya takes her red nightgown from the closet and enters the bathroom.

Rahul says nothing. He takes his clothes and goes to the guest room to get changed. Laya takes a quick shower. She saw that Rahul wasn't back yet. She takes out a few scented candles and lights them around the bed. And she puts some around the bedroom. Turning off the lights, she lays on the bed with a phone in her hands. She was feeling so nervous. She wondered if Rahul would take the hint or not. Praying to God that he takes the hint. She starts scrolling her Instagram posts randomly.

Rahul had a feeling that Laya was going to do something. Taking a deep breath, he decided to think of it for tomorrow. He didn't even wipe his wet hairs he just ran to their bedroom. The moment he opened the door, he was shocked to see the scene in front of him. Oh, My God! What exactly happened to their room.

The room was smelling like Jasmine making him unable to forget his wife's natural scent. And the candles, in the middle his wife in a red nightgown which ended up at her mid-thighs. The golden glow of candles reflected on her face making her look like an angel descended from heaven for him. He wants to take this angel's face in his palms and kiss her senselessly. But he knew it was not time for it. But again… why does she look like a seductress? Was she asking him to make love? Nope! Nope! Maybe he was overthinking.

[Rahul, think straight. She might have felt suffocated in that saree. Don't forget it has a heavy design. You are being a pervert.] he said to himself.

"Oh, you are here. Why are you standing near the door? Why is your hair still wet? Didn't you blow-dry it? Come here, I will help you blow-dry it. You will catch a cold if you don't dry it." she said as she got up from her place. Maybe the design of the nightgown was a bit 'wrong' or 'damaged', her cleavage was exposed a bit which was caught by his eyes.

[God! I shall keep some sanity!] he prayed to god.

She walked behind him and started pushing him towards the vanity chair with her front.

Rahul could feel her bosom against his back. He gulped at her actions. Does she even know what she was doing to him? Oh, God! Dammit! She was such a natural seductress.

But in truth was she for real? She was trying to seduce him but he wasn't getting that.

She made him sit on the chair. Connecting the hair drier plug to the switch, she started to blow-dry his hair. She stood in front of him and started drying it. Rahul could see her cleavage, the entrance of her two twin peaks. The cleavage ended just right in front of his eyes. He could feel all the blood in his body rushing towards his dick and could feel its pulsating.

"Shit," he heard her cursing.

"The power cut," she said.

"Let it be. I will massage you," he said.

"Nah, Let's get your hair dried first," she said. She went to cupboards and took out a towel. She started drying his hair with the towel. When she lowered her head, she could see the bulge in his pants. She smirked when she saw it.

"Don't you like the room?" she asked trying to make a conversation.

Even her voice was affecting his nerves. He imagined her moaning his name under him. [Control! You are being a pervert! She doesn't know about your thoughts.] he said to himself.

Her cleavage was torture. She is a poison that he wanted to get willingly poisoned.

"It's good. Why did you arrange like this?" he asked.

'To seduce you,' she wanted to say these words out. But didn't.

"It's our anniversary. And you said you wanted to massage me. So… a bit of good scent would make the night more beautiful and would heighten senses. A perfect combo with your massage. See… how smart I am. Ain't I?" she said.

[Ahhh! I am a fish. Praise me till my tummy was full with praises!] she thought to herself.

"You are! After all, you are my wife," he says. "Yesh!" she says.

Rahul's eyes were on her cleavage still. As if his lips have their mind, he bent forward and kissed her cleavage. He was itching to tear that flimsy cloth off her body. He slowly started peppering open-mouth kisses on her skin. Laya clutched the towel in her hands tightly. Rahul wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her closer to him... His face was buried in her mounds. His nostrils were hit with her natural scent of jasmine. Even the scented jasmine candles couldn't overpower her scent.

Laya dropped the towel and wrapped her hands around his neck.

[You don't have to control anymore.] her words suddenly rang in his brain. Dammit! She permitted him! And he forgot about that! No wonder this beauty was pulling all kinds of tricks to tempt him. For some reason, he liked the fact that she made an effort to seduce him. He lifted her in the air making her yelp sightly. Throwing her on the bed, he hovered over her.

"My massage is different from other kinds," he said with a naughty smirk.

"Well, I don't like the usual kinds," she said with some playfulness.

His eyes darkened with desire and lust. He slammed his lips on her. His kiss turned urgent with need and desire. His kiss was more like biting. Laya felt a sting and gasped, taking that as an invitation he dove his tongue inside her mouth. He roamed his tongue all over her mouth. While his hands traveled on her curves. His hot palms caused tremors in her body.

"Mhhh…." she moaned in his mouth. Rahul let her off when he heard her moan. He felt like thousand volts of current passed into his body in a swift.

"Are you sure you want this?" he asked.

Laya nodded at him. The moment she nodded her head, he bowed his head and started peppering kisses on her neck.

He slowly moved down her chest and started kissing there. Then his lips moved to her nipples which were covered by her gown. He took the lapels of her gown and pulled them making her gown loosen. Oh my god!

She was only left in her panties. He thought it was a gown, but it is a robe that looked like a gown.

His eyes changed their color to hollow black.

He even removed her panties and got off. In a swift, he took off his T-shirt and his pants before hovering over her.

The night filled with passion, love, and lust. Their bodies were entangled with each other. Theirs bottled up love, lust and desires burst out for each other leading them to make love for each other. They expressed their love for each other in a way. They couldn't be separated from each other for a second. They both were like a moth attracted to fire. They both were burnt in the flames of their partner's love.

It was a long night.