S*X IN SAREE |18+

—SOHINI—

My hand trembled as I held the pen, poised above the marriage documents in front of the court official.

Beside me stood Vedant Khanna—once my teenage crush, now the man I was signing my entire life over to.

His mother, my friend Sweta, and Rohan were witnesses. A court marriage—it was what I wanted. Without my parents by my side, I didn't want a traditional wedding. Not yet. It was too much, too noisy. And honestly, pregnancy made me tired far too easily.

"It's alright," Vedant whispered in my ear, placing his warm hand over mine—cold, shaking. And I signed.

"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Khanna. You are now legally married," the official announced.

Applause broke out. Sweta hugged me tightly.

"You just married our CEO! You're literally living my dream right now," she giggled.

I bit my lip, stealing a glance at Vedant, whose eyes were locked on me with an unreadable softness.

"Sohini, darling," his mother called gently. I bent down to touch her feet, but she pulled me into a tight embrace instead.

"I'm so glad, Sohini. I got a lovely daughter today," she said, pressing a kiss to my cheek.

The warmth made my chest ache in the best way. I couldn't hold back my smile.

"I'm not your mother-in-law, I'm your mom now," she added with a bright smile.

"Thank you so much," I whispered, hugging her tighter. "You're so sweet."

"Shouldn't you all be congratulating me, too?" Vedant asked, arms folded with mock offense.

"Congratulations, sir!" Sweta and Rohan said in unison.

"I knew you'd marry her one day," his mom added with a shrug, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Anyway, I've got errands to run at the NGO. You kids go home—I'll see you later."

As she left, Rohan tugged Sweta away with him, giving me a sly wink.

Now, it was just me and Vedant. My husband.

The word made my knees go weak.

He looked at me with that infuriatingly smug, gentle expression and said, "Shall we go home, wifey?"

He laced our fingers together and led me outside. The whole way to his house, I avoided his gaze, pretending to look out the window, heart racing.

"Soh," he said after a while, his hand resting possessively on my thigh over the saree, "are you mad at me?"

"No," I replied, glancing at him. "Why would I be?"

"You've been quiet this whole time. You're not even looking at me," he complained, driving effortlessly with one hand—which, annoyingly, made him look even hotter.

"I'm tired, I'm pregnant, and I'm sleepy," I exhaled. "The moment we reach the bedroom, I'm crashing."

He chuckled and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, then gently pulled my cheek. "You're so cute, baby. But you really think you're going to get any sleep in our bedroom?"

The words our bedroom twisted something deep in my stomach.

"What do you mean?" I asked, playing dumb.

He gave me that wicked grin of his. "Let me show you what I mean."

He pulled the car into the driveway and rushed around to open my door.

"What a gentleman," I teased, ruffling his hair.

"Yeah, for now," he smirked—and before I could react, he picked me up bridal-style and carried me inside.

Into his bedroom.

The same one where he used to tutor me in maths. The same one where I first kissed him.

He kicked the door shut and locked it. Then his lips crashed into mine. His shirt came off and hit the floor.

"Calm down, Vedant," I laughed, pulling away.

"I can't," he growled, pulling me back into him. "I'm going to make love to you as my wife."

I looked up at his handsome face, biting my lip.

"We—we can't. What about the baby?" I whispered. "What if you hurt them?"

"It's perfectly safe to have sex during pregnancy," he replied calmly. "I've researched the positions, the limits, the risks—everything."

"You what?" I laughed in disbelief. "You actually googled it?"

"Not just Googled. I spoke to your doctor," he said, dead serious.

He was so unbelievable sometimes.

"May I?" he whispered, pressing a kiss to the curve of my neck. "Wife? Baby?"

I nodded slowly, heart pounding.

"Yes."

Vedant lifted me effortlessly, laying me down onto the bed like I was something fragile. His dark eyes roamed over me, that made my skin prickle with anticipation.

"That red saree on you—makes you absolutely fucking insatiable," he murmured, voice low.

He knelt between my legs and slowly gathered the saree, inch by inch, until the fabric bunched at my waist. His eyes never left mine as he dipped his head and began placing open-mouthed kisses along the inside of my thighs—each press of his lips sending shivers through me. His warmth lingered as he made his way upward, closer to the pulsing pussy between my legs.

Then, with a teasing smirk, he hooked his fingers under my panties and pulled them down. He did it like he was unwrapping a present—And then he saw how wet I was.

"Dripping already?" he murmured, voice dripping with satisfaction. "I haven't even started."

He dipped his head and licked a long, slow stripe up my pussy. I gasped, my back arching off the bed, hands flying to his head as his tongue parted me, licking deep, then shallow—changing pace just to tease me.

His tongue circled my clit, flicked over it mercilessly, and then plunged into me again. It was filthy. Sloppy. Loud.

"Fuck—yes, right there, Vedant," I cried, clutching at the sheets, thighs shaking.

I spread my legs wider for him, rocking my hips up to meet every lick, every thrust of his tongue. My moans filled the room. It was messy. It was primal. It was perfect.

"I can't fucking breathe—" he groaned between my folds, voice muffled and desperate. "But fuck, I never want to stop."

He sucked on my clit. My body tensed, thighs closing in around his head as I teetered on the edge—

And then he stopped.

I whimpered in protest, only to see him rise, wiping his chin with the back of his hand—his lips wet with my juices, his eyes burning with need.

With a single, practiced motion, he unbuckled his belt, pulled off his jeans, and slid down his boxers. My mouth went dry.

His cock was thick, long, pulsing—hard and heavy with need. A vein throbbed along the shaft, and a bead of pre-cum glistened at the tip.

"Spit on it," he said, cocky and confident.

Instead, I leaned forward and took him into my mouth. Deep.

His head fell back, a moan ripping from his throat as I began to work him—slow at first, savoring the weight of him on my tongue, then faster, hungrier. My hand gripped the base, stroking in sync with my lips. The other hand cupped his balls, gently massaging.

"Fuuuck, Sohini—" he growled, fisting my hair, holding me steady as he rocked gently into my mouth.

I hollowed my cheeks, taking him deeper until he hit the back of my throat. I didn't flinch. I wanted him to lose control.

"You're going to ruin me," he hissed, pulling out with a wet pop. "Come here."

He held me up, his mouth crashing into mine—rough, desperate, tasting of sex and lust. His hands gripped my blouse and tore it open, buttons flying. My bra followed, and my breasts spilled free, nipples hard and begging for attention.

He didn't wait. He palmed both of them, thumbs brushing over the peaks, mouth latching onto one nipple while his hand teased the other.

My saree was still wrapped around my waist, and I knew he loved that. Fucking me in a saree had always been his weakness—and mine. Our secret sin—sex in saree.

He lifted me again, this time setting me at the edge of the bed. His cock nudged against my dripping entrance, teasing.

"Say it," he growled, voice dangerous and low.

"Fuck me, Vedant. I need you," I whispered, nails digging into his shoulders. "Please."

"You want all of me?"

"Yes," I breathed. "Every inch."

He guided his cock to my entrance and pushed in—slowly. Exquisitely. I gasped as he filled me, inch by inch, stretching me, making me feel every vein, every curve.

"You're so fucking tight," he groaned, sinking deeper until he was fully inside me.

He kissed me again—deep and dirty—before pulling back and starting to thrust. Slow at first. Deep. Intentional. Making me feel him everywhere.

I clung to him, legs wrapping around his waist, urging him deeper, faster.

"Harder. Please. I can take it."

He groaned, one hand gripping my waist while the other slid up to wrap around my throat—firm, dominant. Not choking. Just—claiming.

"I don't want to hurt the baby," he whispered, but his hips didn't slow.

Instead, his thumb found my clit, rubbing in circles, drawing tighter and tighter coils in my stomach. I was breaking apart in his arms.

"Vedant—oh god, I'm gonna—" I cried out.

"Come for me," he growled. "Let me feel you."

And I did.

I shattered beneath him, legs shaking, voice hoarse as I screamed his name, pussy clenching around him like a vice.

"Fuck—fuck, Sohini!" he grunted, his rhythm breaking. "I'm close—"

"Inside me," I gasped, pulling him deeper. "Come inside me. Please, Vedant."

He groaned loudly, then stilled—his body trembling as he spilled into me. Hot. Sticky. Filling me to the brim. I moaned again, feeling every pulse, every twitch as he emptied himself inside.

We collapsed together, tangled, sweaty, breathless. His hand found mine, fingers interlacing.

"I love you, Sohini," he whispered, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.

I turned my head, kissed him back. "I love you more, Vedant."

My husband. My pleasure. My everything.