Keerthi gazed at her husband, wondering why he wasn't continuing kissing her.

She had a burning urge to do something,her body tingling in weird places.

Vikram lied down straight,not looking at his wife,his pants uncomfortable.

He closed his eyes, knowing his wife wasn't ready for that level of intimacy yet.

It was just a moment, Vikram convinced himself. The mad urge to make love to his wife will pass. His wife was not ready,he reminded himself.

Why else would she turn around when he held her breast?

It was soft over her top though,too soft. He couldn't stop wondering how it would feel when he cupped it bare. Vikram groaned...