Humsafar .

Twenty

Chapter 20. 

Corsica.

Anaaya x hassan.

We landed and reached the resort, immediately sitting on the golf carts.

The fresh air of Corsica smoothly wiped our faces, the smell of the ocean and the beautiful view made me beam. It was this extravagant view that had made me so excited in the first place.

Hassan had booked a cottage that was near to the beach, it was connected to the hotel but was still very private.

I smiled, looking all around the place. I had been to France once, Paris, to be precise. But I had never been to Corsica, this place seemed so magical already.

Hassan, who was closing the door to the cottage, came towards me, holding me by my waist and keeping me there.

"Someone seems excited." He mentioned.

"I'm ecstatic. This place is magical." I whispered, kissing his chin.

"Come on, let's order some food. I'm starving." I agreed.

I hated plane food. It was bland and tasteless. I hadn't eaten in what seemed like hours, so I ordered my meal and he ordered his, over the phone.

After being told that the food would nearly take half an hour and after that we could go down to the beach where they can serve us dinner. Hassan decided to enter the shower. Meanwhile, I unpacked my belongings.

I was in the middle of putting some fresh clothes on the bed when a very wet Hassan came back into the bedroom.

Only wrapped in his towel, fresh droplets of water dropped down on his chest, from his hair. I gulped, looking at him like a greedy animal.

Okay, my husband is hot.

I inhaled a deep breath, looking at him.

"Anaaya?"

"Hmm?"

"You there?" He joked.

I closed my eyes for a second, looking away.

"Yeah, I'm just hungry." Okay that came out really wrong.

"I mean, the food's gonna take a while and I'm hungry because I didn't eat, I didn't mean I'm hungry because you're naked, I mean-" I rambled, on and on.

He walked towards me.

Why did he have such an effect on me? God damn!

"Why don't you go take a shower and uhh cool off?" He suggested with a sly smirk.

Ugh.

"Mhmm, yeah, I'm gonna go do that." I excused myself and entered the shower, not looking back.

After thoroughly washing myself off and wearing a new pair of clothes, I entered the bedroom. Hassan was sprawled all over the bed, a sigh escaping his mouth.

I walked towards him, sitting on the side of the bed and looking at him. He pulled me by my arm, smiling as I was now settled on his stomach, one leg on each side.

He pinched my sides.

"Hassan," I laughed, trying to get him to stop.

"Are you gonna lay here or are we going to go out for dinner?" I questioned, he seemed like he had no plans of moving at all.

He shrugged.

He suddenly brought me closer, 

placed his lips on mine and kissed me softly, slowly and passionately.

Leaving me breathless, he pulled away and laid back in the same position as before.

This felt so good. Him next to me with no interruption between us. No barriers. Just us.

The room was quiet and I was actually enjoying the moment, his hands trailed across my legs as he glanced at me and then glanced away.

"Anaaya?"

He called me in a soft and low tone. I looked at him and he was now staring at the ceiling but turned towards me again.

"I'm actually liking you more than I ever thought I would." His words made me smile and he continued. "Or more than I planned to, atleast." He admitted.

"Things never go as planned." I replied, his hands roamed across my body, moving towards my chest, lightly grazing it.

"If you wanna grab my boob, just go for it." He groaned as I laughed at him, and suddenly I was twisted, under him.

He rolled over and got on the top of me, kissing my neck and then moving towards my lips.

His hands opened my buttoned shirt, pulling it away, leaving me in only my bra.

His hands roamed around my naked body.

As we were about to take a step ahead, I heard someone knock on the door.

"Dinner is served, Sir, madam.", It was definitely the same voice that had shown us the cottage, Hassan tightened his grip.

"Oh god. Not now." He huffed as I laughed.

"Come on, get up." I said as I tried to loosen the grip.

"Anaaya, no.", He insisted as I squirmed in his grip.

"Hassan..chalo,", I escaped his grip as his hold got a little lose and stood up.

I got off the bed and picked up my shirt wearing it and bottoning it up again.

"I'm gonna unbutton it anyway, what's the point?" He said cheekily. I hadn't seen this side of him but God, did I love it.

"The point is that I don't wanna flash the waiter." I replied, chuckling.

His demeanour had completely changed, he was totally in a holiday mode.

I slightly ran my fingers through my hair trying to untangle it.

I looked in the mirror and fixed my clothes as I felt Hassan staring at me through the mirror.

"Do you have any idea how sexy you are looking?" He said as he leaned against the headboard. My cheeks warmed at the compliment. Not more sexy than you husband.

Since I was super hungry, I walked towards him patting his arm lightly.

"Get up na, please." He finally got up, fixing his pants and then looking at me, since he was only in his pants, without a shirt, he asked me to pass him his black Tshirt.

"Mr hot shot corporate lawyer is lazy."

I teased him.

"It's called selective participation.." He replied as he wore his shirt and then brushed his hair.

"Or energy saving mode..", He added.

"And what are you saving energy for?" I questioned staring at him with my hands on my hips.

"f*****g you requires energy, doesn't it?" He shot back and I gasped.

"You did not just say that, husband." I stated, my  face turned into a mischeavious 'O'

He just laughed.

"Oh I did, wife." He replied with the same playful look on his face.

And then we walked out, in a pleasant mood. Corsica was beautiful already.

And so was the man by my side.