The Honeymoon

Khari felt delighted as she returned to her room after the small, intimate wedding. She felt elated, and her heart was light as her steps felt like feathery clouds beneath her feet. She was surrounded by a small crowd of Azim’s men who had come to celebrate the union, their eyes twinkling with happiness. The minister beamed as he pronounced them husband and wife, and now she was married. She smiled to herself, feeling joy deepen. Azim said it was meant to be, and when Azim took her into his arms, she knew without a doubt that this was how it was supposed to be...just perfect.

After changing out of her clothes, she draped a plush terrycloth robe around her shoulders and padded her way to the hot spring. She stepped onto the edge of the pool, steam curling around her like a cloud, and nostalgia washed over her. She had been there many times before with Azim during the tour, and it still held the same peace and comfort for her. She took a deep breath and let go of all tension as she slowly submerged herself in the hot spring. The warmth enveloped her body like a cocoon, and she felt her worries melt away.

As she heard the door rustle open, she turned to see Azim. From a distance, she could see that his expression had darkened with desire, and he had started to remove his clothing. He was now standing in front of her in nothing but his thin undershirt and trousers. His eyes were blazing with intensity, and his skin glowed with a sheen of sweat, accentuating each of his muscles. She averted her eyes briefly but then peered back to look at his muscular physique.

The ladies at court were not wrong. The war had indeed transformed him into an Adonis. His biceps bulged, his chest was firm and toned, and his abdomen was hard and muscular. She watched in awe as he stepped out of his trousers and immersed himself in the hot water. As he moved, her eyes traced the contours of his body - strong biceps, toned triceps, defined chest muscles, and abs that rippled with each breath. His movements were graceful and elegant as he slowly descended into the hot water. She felt a longing deep inside her to reach out and touch him, even though she knew it would be inappropriate. “Azim, this is forbidden at court...”

“We’re not at court,” he said, interrupting her plea as he stepped into the spring, and the warm water lapped against his skin as he moved closer. His presence filled the space, and the sexual tension between them was palpable. “We’re husband and wife. Did you really think I’d let our wedding night pass without being with you?”

Khari felt herself getting lost in his eyes as her body temperature rose to meet the water around her. She didn’t know what to say. He was right. They were married now, and he could do as he pleased. And what she wanted right now was for him to please her. She was standing in waist-deep water, illuminated by the shimmering reflection of the stars above. She had said, “I do,” just moments before, but now found herself unable to voice her desires. She inched closer to him and spoke quietly, almost in a whisper, “I…I want to, but I don’t know what to expect.”

Azim had a twinkle in his eye as he stepped closer to her, pressing her back against the edge of the spring. He said, “Expect the best pleasure you’ve ever had,” as his teeth tugged at her ear. She could hardly breathe, her heart thumping in her chest as chills ran down her spine. He looked into her eyes and smiled before continuing, “Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle,” He moved his hand to the side of her face, pushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. When their lips met, his kiss was gentle and soft.

Khari felt her heart race and yielded to the pulsing desire radiating through her body. She could feel his taut body and warm skin as his hands moved along her back, causing her to shudder in pleasure. His tongue explored the depths of her mouth, and each caress sent an electric current through her, leaving her longing for more. His calloused hand moved lower down her body, and she let out a sharp gasp as his fingers slipped beneath the water and between her legs. He massaged her with gentle circles, and a moan escaped her lips. Khari bit down on his shoulder, desperately trying to contain the involuntary cries of pleasure, but it didn’t work. With every slow, rhythmic stroke of his hand, waves of pleasure coursed through her body. She rested her head in the crook of his neck, feeling her legs tremble with sensation.

Azim’s eyes were ablaze with passion as he watched his wife’s body move in synchrony with the waves of the hot spring. He could feel her skin quivering beneath his, and the warmth of her breath on his neck made his heart race. His hands tightened around her slender waist and lifted her up effortlessly. Her legs hooked around his hips, and her arms locked around his neck, clinging with a need that threatened to consume them both. Every caress seemed to ignite a fire in Khari. Electric waves of gratification surged through her body as Azim crushed her against him, the lapping waters of the spring cradling them in an intimate embrace. Khari clung to him, moaning deeply, her toes curling with each tender yet powerful touch and thrust. She pulled his face to hers, her lips hungry for his every movement. As their passion intensified, Azim let out a deep groan and leaned in closer, their foreheads touching as they both caught their breath.

Khari couldn’t help but agree. He wasn’t wrong. This was the most pleasurable thing she’d ever felt. She melted in Azim’s embrace as his strong hands swept across her body. Her eyes were shut tight in bliss as his mouth explored her neck, lips, and tongue, drawing pleasure from her skin in waves. His hands followed his lips, caressing her curves with an expertise that left her breathless. Azim and Khari moved harmoniously, the sparkling water creating a soothing symphony as they swayed. He held her tightly, their hands gripping each other as if they were afraid of getting swept away by the small waves. With every stroke of his hips, pleasure surged through them, radiating from every cell. Their hearts beat in unison as they surrendered to the passion that consumed them and coaxed an explosive climax from them both. Azim held on to the edge of the pool to keep them steady. As the tremors from their rapture subsided, Azim planted a tender kiss on Khari’s lips and breathed out, “You’re finally mine.” Azim licked his lips as he smiled in contentment.

Khari’s lips curved, and her eyes sparkled as she laughed lowly. “Okay, okay, I take it back,” she said, recalling her initial comment after their first dance at the ball. “That was the most fun I’ve ever had.”

Azim’s chuckle vibrated through his chest, and he tugged her closer. The warmth of his hands spread a comforting sensation from her chest to her toes. “I’m glad you liked it,” he said. “You can have me whenever you want.”

Her eyes twinkled with mischief as she posed her question. “During lunch?” she asked.

He looked her in the eye and said, “I’ll be there.”

His response made her blush, and she continued, “What about during an important meeting when you’re King?”

A slow smile spread across his face, and he replied, “Just whistle, and I’ll come running,” he said, wading through the water as she clung to him like a barnacle with her legs still wrapped around his waist.

“You promise?” she asked, her smile broadening as she spoke.

He gripped her tightly as he stepped out of the pool, tiny bubbles cascading off their skin as they emerged. He lowered her down, her body still dripping and shivering in the cool night air. He grabbed her robe from a nearby hook and draped it around her, tying the sash tightly around her waist. He pushed a wet strand of hair from her face and kissed her gently on the lips, “That’s one promise that I’ll always keep.”