We did finally reach my in laws house .My mother in law was waiting for the welcoming ceremony and that done I was shown my resting place. As per Hind... tradition bride and groom cannot be together after all age old rituals are done. And all rituals must be done at auspicious hours calculated by priest and as luck would have it those rituals were to be held the next day. Till then I had to stay in that room. My MIL asked me to freshen up, I needed to badly. After that was done was formally. “Shhhhh…just dance with me” you say “just dance”.I hold you close and we dance, slowly running my fingers up and down your bare back.We dance for several minutes and then I murmur in your ear “Baby, I want you. I need you”, and gently start to kiss you on the neck. Small delicate kisses, a low moan escapes your lips and you pull me even closer, pressing your breasts against my chest and grinding your hips against me in time to the music. As we dance and kiss I can feel you trembling, shivering. At length, I resorted to the only present remedy, that of vain attempts at digitation, where the smallness of the theatre did not yet afford room enough for action, and where the pain my fingers gave me, in striving for admission, though they procured me a slight satisfaction for the present, started an apprehension which I could not be easy till I had communicated to Phœbe and received her explanations upon it.The opportunity, however, did not offer till next morning, for Phœbe did not come to. Pushing these thoughts aside, I eagerly ran the water and stepped under the freezing spray. Ten minutes later, I wrapped myself in a towel and let my hair drip a puddle onto the bathroom tiles. I couldn’t quite shake the feeling of laziness settled in my every limb. Most mornings I go for a run, but it’s just too damn hot to consider that today….besides, I was already showered. Why on earth would I subject myself to sweating myself back to a melted mess? A little ashamed, but hot enough to.