The next morning, Maria and Robert woke up to a lazy Sunday. Housework had piled up, and Maria decided to tidy the house. As she swept the floor with her broomstick, her movements were graceful and rhythmic.
Robert, on the other hand, sat at his laptop, scrolling through porn videos. But he didn't enjoy them. He had watched them too many times, and they no longer excited him. Frustrated, he decided to stalk Maria instead, imagining that he could use his thoughts about her later to satisfy himself.
Maria was bent over, her saree slightly hiked up, revealing the curve of her waist. Robert couldn't take his eyes off her. He imagined licking her inner thighs, sucking on her toes, and tasting between her legs, making her squirm and scream his name. Just thinking about it made him hard, and he wanted to touch maria right then.
Maria noticed Robert wasn't helping. "You should really help with the chores," she said. "After marriage, you'll have to do plenty of these kinds of tasks at home."
Robert grinned. "Don't worry, I'll marry you, so that way, the work won't be a problem."
Maria smiled and shook her head, walking away to clean a cobweb from the ceiling. Robert followed, standing close beside her. "Hey, do you plan to get married after I'm done with college?" he asked playfully.
Maria paused. "No, I haven't really thought about it," she replied.
As soon as she finished speaking, Robert hugged her from behind. "Well, how about marrying me? I'll call you my wife from now on."
Maria laughed, thinking he was just being silly. "Okay, husband," she replied with a smirk.
Hearing that, Robert leaned in and planted a quick, loud kiss on her back, making kissing sounds.
Maria giggled, ticklish, and pushed him away. "Go do your college work, Mr. Husband," she said, shaking her head.
As soon as she said that, she stretched to clean the cobweb, lifting her toes high and exposing the curve of her navel where her saree slipped slightly. Seizing the opportunity, Robert quickly pressed a wet kiss to her waist before darting off to his room. "Okay, wife!" he called out as he ran away.
Maria smiled to herself, wiping the damp spot on her navel with the hem of her saree. "He's still so innocent," she thought.
But Robert wasn't innocent anymore, not in his mind. He rushed to his room, his mind filled with the image of Maria, her curves, her laughter, her scent. He imagined her moaning his name, begging for him. He wasn't innocent anymore. He was hungry, and he knew he wouldn't be able to resist for much longer.