FF -MAHSOOS- MAAN & GEET- THREAD 4 - Page 14

As the evening ends, NT brought gift for everyone, a list that geet have provided and wars she had gift from everyone, probably 3 luggage full...

Maan went back to his room, while geet made sure NT was fine in her room, giving her time to rest...

Geet steps in, looking at her husband who sat on the sofa, rather angry. He was closing and shutting some files for no reason... Geet took her pallu off then flowed by her sari, she knew well maan was listening to everything. She opens the cupboard, then slowly opens her blouse button... Then her bra, putting on her sexy nighty... Then came and sat by maan...
"did you like the gift bebo brought?"
"hmm..." geet could easily guessed he was angry, and knew very well because she ignored him half of the time, but what could she do? Her sister have came after so long time...
Geet slowly came close, resting her hand over his, her heart beat wasn't slow either, pounding in an incredible speed... "have you finished?" she bends her head forward, looking at him lovingly.

Maan felt her hand slowly rested on his cheek, it was like water to a dry desert. Even though no light could reach his eyes, he closed them, inhaling deep air. Twisting his head slightly, pushing his soft red lips against her smooth milky palm. His hand glided on her waist, and geet willingly gave in, suppressing her self. Her loosely curve pressed on his chest. Geet bends forward and hides her face in-between his neck. Maan came forward and pushed her further in his body. Only he knew how much he have missed her, how much he hated her ignorance towards him. His body could feel her every flesh under the silk cotton.

Maans long finger came to her shoulder, smoothly took off the string. He again started where they left of earlier, the fascination about exploring his beautiful wife was still there, and now they have all the time they need. He gently bends down on his shoulder line, instantly every hair was pointing up towards to his lips. Hungry for his touch, little by little, he again kissed, with care, with passions. Maan stroked his palm alongside her arm, making it's way to her smooth folded leg. He didn't forget how much she loves it, and specially couldn't ignore her pounding heart. Geets hand dug in his back, and he couldn't ignore that either. One hand made it's way to her silky leg, while some unknown reason another hand went under her satin silky see through dress. The thigh texture was unthinkably smooth. He drank his saliva. Comparing his tone to her, how fragile his beautiful wife is.
"I love the feeling of your skin," he spoke while stroking her bare thigh, gently messaging her inwards.
"I Want you to feel every part of my body," she stroked her cheek against his, then her lips with agony burning through her body. Come to think of it, she was already wet, wearing no inner, with only satin sexy top. Geets hand came up, taking her frustration out on his smooth hair. She lays down, while maan comes on top, geet slowly removes the last silk, gazing through his senseless eyes then softly closing.
Maans lips hovered over her cheek, trailing a straight line in middle of the face from her forehead to chin.
maans lips went across her forehead, then her smooth horizontal nose to the flesh between her upper lips to the nose then her soft tender lips. His mind was already creating a black zigzag line, concentrating exactly when it moved up and down.
Maan parts his lips, softly opening, feeling geets sweet fresh air breathing in. He gently pecked. Next his unknown satisfaction just wasn't enough when he trails it down further, to her curvy bony chin. His teeth gazed along, while his lips felt like sucking. Again, he wondered will geet like it? But today he will take this step, she did mentioned she always wanted him to do this... A gentle lick was first then few lick along her chin. "I never tasted anyone..." he whispered.
"I am all yours" geet replies back. Holding him even tighter. His body was reacting in a different way, something he was failing to understand, something he couldn't explain, a urge of those millions of butterfly that his wife gave was there. He went to the thought how his one part of the body was far sensitive to her touch then it have ever been.
"I want to make love to you," geet flew opens her eyes, he only went to her chin, and every touch, every aspect, she couldn't explain any other way. she have lost the ability to explain his feeling in words.
"please make love to me..." geets anticipation with maans confusion dis not go very well, will she ever be able to let him explore her body fully, it kills her with agony, frustration, to have him so close, so deep to make love. It was far wars then craving for heroine. She pulls open his trouser, before maan could react, along with pillows they both lands on the floor, geet taking the control.

Maan closes his eyes with every thrush, his body stiffens with an incredible speed that never existed, 3 rd time and this new feeling of his body from his wife fascinating him. He could have sworn this was far better then last, far better then anything he ever experience. His dark eyes looked at geet, but there was nothing, simply black.
He wanted to create an image of his wife rocking in a rhythm, but in vain he couldn't. Only moan could be hard from there lips . The burning heat firing those millions of butterfly through his vain. The felling of the pressure of her wide palm resting over his chest, contacting and relaxing her long nail. And then when she bends over her heavy breath fanning his face... incredible...
"maaannn"

Next morning, geet laid there in maan warm embrace, surrounded by pillows on there soft bed. The body direction was completely at different position then normal, making love with her husband specially with his sweet talk was something far more special. She sits up, looking at his face with concentration, he just looked out of this world.

Maan slowly opens his eyes,no point, barely it mattered, but it's eyes after all, it requires fresh air just like a normal eyes... Maan can already guess that geet is wake. "good morning..." he whispers.
"good morning..." she covered his lips with his before picking her lazy body up and walks towards bathroom.

NT slowly walks down, she could not sleep at all last night, dev was non stop hunting her, as she arrived at the breakfast table, his face was enough to cover her in guilt. He didn't look up, but those tears was enough to allow her understand.
"bebo, sit..." geet shots, patting on the chair. NT came close, still gazing upon dev, who looked no where els the the plate.
"good morning mera baci... Look who is here, it's your one and only aunty..." mostly everyone smiled.. As geet creased nt stomach while devs face covered with more pain, more agony, he forcefully looked at her little tummy, and instantly, he cleaned his fist. He looked here and there, while NT took sit, little frighten, little fear... But she ignored. It's Been 3 long years. Everything they had it's have disappeared, she is married, she loves shoria and that's the truth.

Maan on the other side hates how his geets attention was on her... & not him. She did turn around, and served maan, while her leg slowly stroked his, and then her Hand on his thigh. She surly couldn't see her husband angry.

Later on the day, NT went to rest, while geet went back to collage. It was geets time to arrange the party for kripa which she was rather scared, specially not knowing what exactly she liked and what she didn't... Umm...
"what happen?"
"what does your gf like?"
"pata nahi!"
"what? What type of bf are you that don't know his gf likes and dislike!"
"comes! It's not like I know her like I know you and anjali since young!"
"still..."
"ok! Tell me do you know anything about your hubby... What's he like and what he dislike or he knows about his wife?"

Geet was ahem back, rather shocked, yes true she never really tried to understand that...
As maan picked geet up, she was straight in his embrace, there last night torment still running through the vains.
Maan was still having butterfly when he just thought about how she rocked over him...
"maan..."
"bolo.." he again could feel her worry... "what's wrong?"
"do you know my Likes or dislike?" maan wondered and faced her. No, actually they don't know anything about one another but knows far better... "au armaan, I told him how can't he know about his GF likes and dislike and he asked me the same and I couldn't answer" she made a baby face, resting her cheek on his chest...

"do you need to know?" maan wondered. He brushed her cheek, smiling, "do they know how I feel your burning heat? Can they tell you it's maans geet by just one little smell?" geet was taken back, she looked through his dark black eyes... His words, the mahsoos, it's far special then anything. "can they say how she cheekily sits there, for hours, observing her husband..."

Geet never have realized, there is allot of difference between knowing a person through mahsoos and knowing a person by looking. She slowly rests her hand on his heart , feeling his calm rethamatic heart beats... "why this place is so special that you need nothing els..."
Maan could feel her hand shaking. He brought her closer, hiding her in his embrace, maybe he gave out to much information, maybe he should take it slowly... A blind man's feeling is always different to a person who have ability to see, sometime it feels impossible, but believing it's a fact, that's hard.
"no," geet replied "they can't tell the way like my husband can, when my heart thumps so hard that he knows I am scared and he hides me in his embrace..." she looks up... Gently gives him a peck... "like he almost know, how much I love the feeling of his warmth..."
Maan kissed her forehead... Sweetly suppressing there two bodies together.. Lost in to one another without realization that they already have arrived home.