BA SS: An Evening w/ Bharat & Aditi Last Prt PG 12

Bharat thanked Aditi as she put a mug of chai on the bath vanity. He was standing in front to the mirror; a forest green towel wrapped securely around his waist. In the mirror his hard, muscled chest and sculpted stomach stood out against the dark towel. Aditi's breath hitched in her throat as she looked at Bharat. Her heart beginning to thud in her chest. She closed her eyes and sighed softly; trying to calm her racing pulse. She shook her head slowly, hoping Bharat had not noticed her fixed stare. Fortunately he was occupied, opening a drawer in the front of the vanity. He pulled out a can of shaving cream. Bharat's thoughts were on his early morning meeting as he squirted a large dollop of shaving cream in his palm, preparing to shave. He hadn't noticed Aditi's longing stare, or her body's reaction to his. She asked again, quietly, "Bharat, please, I can make you something quick for breakfast; it's not good for you to leave without eating. Bharat sighed as he spread the stark white, creamy foam over his cheeks, upper lip, chin and part way down his throat. He knew Aditi's persistence was concern, but he just he didn't have time to eat breakfast. As he rinsed his hands, he said "Aditi, I appreciate that, but I have an early meeting with an important client; I don't want to be late". Aditi didn't look happy, but she shook her head okay. As she stood there watching him start to shave, Bharat raised his brow. He gave her an impatient "what is it" look. Thinking she was going to try to convince him, for the third time, to eat something.

Aditi smiled shyly, a very faint pink blossomed on her cheeks. As she lowered eyes, she softly said, "sorry, I just like watching you shave". Flustered and feeling a bit foolish at her admission, Aditi started to leave the bath. Bharat was irritated with himself for being impatient with her. He quickly grabbed her wrist and stopped her. She looked over her shoulder, a bit of surprise in her eyes, at his having stopped her leaving. A smile spread across Bharat's face, the shaving cream bunched up on his cheeks; it looked like marshmallow fluff. He said gently "Aditi, I don't mind if you stay and watch me shave". Then a naughty glint appeared in his eyes as he teasingly said "besides my tempting little ladki, you owe your Maharaja a shave". His voice deepened as he said, "remember jaan?", in a very intimate tone. Then Bharat winked slowly, suggestively, as he grinned as he said, "this will give you a chance to take notes. So when I summon you, you will be ... prepared". Aditi's eyes rounded in surprise, her pupils dilating as she squeaked "B-Bh-Bharat!".

At Bharat's wicked laugh, the pink in Aditi's cheeks returned; only this time it was a much rosier hue. Aditi sucked in her bottom lip, and worried it between her teeth. She was, at the same time, both intrigued and embarrassed. When she released her lip, it was red and plump. She slowly, unconsciously, licked her lips. Pausing on the spot where her teeth had held her lip. She ran the tip of her tongue back and forth over it; then she smiled, very bashfully. Bharat groaned silently, his eyes riveted to Aditi's mouth as he followed the small pink tip of her tongue. When she wet her luscious lips, making them shiny and inviting, his body tensed. His eyes became heated as he thought: he would much rather take his beautiful patni back to bed, than meet with some client. It took all of his concentrated effort to stop just that from happening; he returned to shaving. Aditi stood quietly in the doorway of the bath and watched Bharat. Their eyes met and lingered in the mirror, repeatedly, but neither said a word. As Bharat finished shaving, he rinsed his face, and reached for a towel to wipe it dry.

As he patted on cologne, Aditi left the doorway of the bath. She walked to the wardrobe, opened it and studied Bharat's clothing for a moment. She reached in, pulled out a black, fitted suit; a deep, sapphire blue shirt and a silk tie with swirled patterns of black, sapphire blue and silver. Opening one of the drawers, she pulled out clean underclothes and a pair of black socks. She walked over the bed and laid everything out. As Bharat walked out of the bath, Aditi brushed past him on her way in straighten it. Bharat grasped her wrist again, pulled her to him, her back resting against his bare chest. He laid his smooth, freshly shaved cheek resting against her. Aditi could smell the subtle scent of his cologne. Bharat lifted his fingers to her lips. He pulled down her bottom lip with a fingertip, smoothing his fingers over her lip slowly. As Aditi pulled in a sharp breath, Bharat dropped his finger from her mouth. He turned her around to face him. He leaned down, only to replace his finger, with his lips. He very slowly sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, rubbing his tongue back and forth over the spot she had worried with her teeth. Aditi pulled in a shuddered breath as Bharat lifted his mouth from hers.

As Aditi looked up at him, her eyelids had lowered partially over her eyes. They were glittering like dark, polished diamonds; a sultry look deep inside them. Bharat slowly pulled Aditi away from his chest. As he leaned closer towards her, he smiled; it was almost predatory. Aditi had sucked in an audible breath at his nearness. He finished leaning in and put his mouth next to her ear. He quietly, but smugly, said "I believe you were on your way to the bath sweetheart, when I stopped you". Bharat turned her gently in the direction of the bath. Aditi hesitantly started towards it, she looked like she was sleep walking. When Aditi came out of the bath, she was more composed than when she had entered. She had Bharat's empty mug her hand. Bharat was dressed and knotting his tie; he smiled warmly at her in the mirror. Aditi smiled self-consciously at him as she walked to the bed and sat on the edge. Bharat slipped on his suit jacket and walked over to Aditi. When he stopped in front of her she looked up at him. He reached down and lifted her off the bed by her elbows. As she stared up into his dark, onyx eyes, he slowly lowered his mouth to hers. Her mouth parted on an indrawn breath, a shiver running up her spine.

Bharat ran his tongue over her bottom lip slowly, following the path her tongue had taken, when he had teased her as she stood watching him from the doorway. Aditi moaned softly, tipping her head back slightly. She parted her lips a bit more, to encourage his to meet hers. When Aditi moaned Bharat took a hand from her elbow. He took the cup from her listless fingers and tossed to the far side of the bed. Only a wrinkle at the edge of the coverlet stopped it from rolling off and crashing to the tiled floor. Bharat slid his arms around Aditi's waist, pulling her tightly to him, her body molded to his. She shivered with excitement at the shock of his hard, lean body against her softer, rounded one. Each time Bharat brought their bodies together like this, Aditi was always surprised at how long and hard his body was. It was like touching padded steel. With his closeness, she had no choice, but to absorb the heat and feel of his body, into hers. She could feel the rapid, uneven beat of his heart against her. Her blood heated, her pulse raced, pushing her heart to match the uneven beat of his. Her hands raised to hold on to his shoulders, she had to grasp something solid; she felt like she was floating away.

Bharat groaned low and rough as his mouth captured Aditi's. She savored the hot, salty taste of Bharat's mouth as it merged with hers. Bharat slid his tongue between her parting lips, searching out her tongue. His fingers pushed into the thick, silky waves of her hair; clenching tightly. He was too aroused to be gentle, as he pulled her head farther back by her hair. Bharat slid his tongue over hers, inviting hers, tempting hers to play with his; she was and she did. Both moaned softly as their tongues tangled together. Aditi whimpered as Bharat's tongue slowly slid along side of hers, lazily sweeping her mouth. Her knees threatened to buckle under her, as her body languidly twisted in Bharat's arms. Aditi's mind was filled with Bharat, his powerful kiss; she was aware of only him. He deepened their kiss, opening Aditi's mouth wider, pressing his to hers harder. He slowly bent his body into Aditi's, moving her back to the edge of the bed. As back of her knees bumped the edge, they folded. Bharat's mouth refused to leave hers as he gently lifted her, then slowly lowered her, until she was lying on the bed. As his body covered hers, he adjusted the angles of his body to fit the curves of hers.

Bharat's body jerked violently away from Aditi's; tearing his mouth from hers. His cell was ringing loudly in his jacket pocket. The sound in the silence of the room was like sledgehammer to the back of the head. He harshly gritted out "bloody hell". Aditi moaned sharply, bleakly, at the loss of Bharat's mouth and body on hers. His body stiffened, hearing the need in Aditi's moan. His own body, straining with need, was trying to convince him to ignore the ringing. But that far corner of his brain, that was still functioning, barely, screamed answer it! Bharat ignored it. He groaned gutturally, and lowered his mouth back to Aditi's parted lips. He forced her mouth open wider, so he could taste all her sweetness; one last time. When he slowly pulled his mouth from Aditi's, he felt like a man dying of thirst being denied a precious drop of water. He ran his tongue over her plump, berry red mouth once more. Gathering up the last drops of the mingled taste of their mouths, from her lips. As he pulled his mouth form hers, Aditi pressed the back of her hand to her mouth. She was trying to muffle her loud, ragged breathing. Bharat raised himself to a sitting position. He angrily yanked the phone from inside pocket of his jacket; almost tearing it from the lining. He took a deep, grating breath, trying to suppress the nagging need of his body. He took several more deep, steadying, fortifying breaths, his phone ringing insistently in his hand. Finally, with a thread bare grasp of his control, he answered his phone. His voice was low, harsh, and grim as he said "Singh".

It was his secretary, Bhumika. She paused at the severe sound of Bharat's voice. She cautiously began speaking, "I'm sorry to bother you Sir. But, Mr. Patel called to say he will probably be early for your meeting. I thought you would want to know, so you could be here to greet him yourself", her voice trailed off as she sensed she no longer had Bharat's attention. Bharat was staring at Aditi; as if spellbound. Her face was flushed, her eyes were closed. Her lashes fluttering like a hummingbird's wings against the soft, pale skin under her eyes. Her beautiful, seductive, innocent mouth, swollen from his kisses. Her hand was pressed against her stomach, as if to hold her body still. Her other hand was fisted in the coverlet. As he lowered his body towards her once more, his jacket brushed against the hand on her stomach. Aditi lifted her hand, gripping his jacket tightly. Only her voice, pleading in a soft whisper, "nahi Bharat, nahi", stopped him lowering his body over hers. Bharat shook his head as he realized he was still holding his phone. As he lifted it to his ear, there was dead air at the other end. Then he heard a very tentative, "Sir?". Bharat cleared his throat and in a rusty tone grated out "shukriya Bhumika, I'll be in shortly".

Aditi opened her eyes at the sound of Bharat's phone closing with a loud snap. Her eyes reflected her inner turmoil, just as his did, as he stared at her intensely. She sighed unevenly and in soft, wispy, trembling voice said "y-you had b-bet-ter go B-Bh-Bharat". Bharat closed his eyes for a moment, trying to compose himself. He brushed his fingers up Aditi's arm, hesitating for only a second as he heard her indrawn breath, then continued. As his fingers reached her shoulder, he slid his finger just under the edge of her choli; savoring the softness of her skin under his touch. Bharat leaned his head down, he placed a very soft kiss on Aditi's collarbone. He turned his face and nipped the curve of her neck. As Aditi panted softly, Bharat dragged himself from the bed. He stood and took one long, last look at Aditi. Her fiery auburn hair is wild and mussed from his fingers. Her eyes were sultry and slumberous. Her mouth plump and pouty. As Aditi raised herself to lean her hand against the bed, her hair fell over her shoulder. Bharat reached down, wrapped a few strands around his fingers, pinned her passion laiden eyes with his fiery, intense gaze. As slowly he released her hair, in a low, sensual voice he said "think of me today jaan"; then left the room.

{{ please excuse my mistakes 😊 }}

loved the shaving bit in the bathroom

fantastic job gg

love ur writing style that makes it seem almost real.

👏 I have one word for this. WOW. That was......amazing. I am in shock after reading this. It's just.......tooooooooooooooo good. GG please share your talent with me....so I can write as good as you.😃

im still in ur story lemme get out of it...........uffffffff

LOVED it

hey dear u should have put an note in the beggining for us to warn hehe

Mindblowing

Beautifully described scenes!! Totally speechless! I need to recover now!

Please pretty pweese continue soon.....Also can you please post parts 2 and 3 together, so we are not kept hanging? LOL!!! JK!!

Loved it, GG!!⭐️