FF -MAHSOOS- MAAN & GEET- THREAD 4 - Page 63

She supersede her hot cheek against his rough stable. A sensuous heat passed through there vain. The food laid there, deserted on the table. Maan slides his hand, gliding over the silk cotton that brought a barrier between the flesh to flesh. Her sweet rosy lips parted with a plop. The long feathery eye lash brushed along his hard cheek bone with little movement of her head. Her sweet breath was life for his lung, a feeling of complete. "your word always fascinate me" maan mumbled. His week heart against her couldn't suppress any word anymore. The description of him from her sweet lips, breathtaking.
"like?" geet whispers back near his soft ear lobe. Parting her lips to take her long tongue out to lick.
"tell me anything..." he mumbles back. "anything you want. What makes you happy? What makes you upset?" maan bends forward, tilting his head little, then slowly parting his lips to sweetly bite the long neck where his long finger trailed a line to feel the smoothness of the neck. The straight line, feeling the bone.
Geet shifted a little. Her long leg came over hovering her lips around his. Looking for a entrance to taste his red hot lips. "I want to explore you like a open book... You promise you won't loose your self!" geet widens her eyes. How could she. This is impossible. But she promised anyway. Maan puts one hand in-between the leg and thigh and another on her back, gently picking her up and walked towards there master bedroom.
The kingsize bed was covered with Rose along candle on the side, which arranged just before there dinner by geet. ...Geets mind fought to keep the promise.
She laid on the silk spread as maans long finger slowly glided over her. Removing each cotton, bit by bit. He kissed the anklet that laid over her slim foot, then his lips came down to kiss. Maans long finger with pleasure unhooks the payel, removing it far from the bed. His hand spreads over her palm like a spider then gently message its way up. It formed a ripple of cloths of her skirt...
Geets hand came by to remove the Sarri, when maan firmly held the wrist with his hand. "no... I will do it!" geet drank her saliva, never in her life she felt this helpless, or this loved. Every touch with care, desire.

Maan supersede his lips on her bare stomach, feeling the soft tender skin. It felt like a heaven to maan against his ice cold cheek. He never have felt this warmth, this softness. He stroked his nose then cheek, then his lips again. Inhaling much air as possible. Maans bare hand came over and instantly he felt the stiffness on her stomach then the forceful relax. He could sense how cunningly she is trying to avoid giving her little inner desire way. He possibly couldn't let her give there little dream to come true this soon. His fascination about reading her body with details was very much wake. Refresh and with his every kiss the desire only became strong. He felt her hip bone, just under a thin layer of her skin, in unknown reason his long finger slandered over stroking ever so gently that it let's out a slight moan from geets lips. It made him wonder at the same time desired to here those sweet moan again. He trailed a line from one hip bone to another then gently just under her belly button he circled his index finger. Maan rests his head just below her curve, listening to the silent along with her moan. He brought his index finger up then again with extra care he circled along the belly button. His cheek felt with each movement her whole body contracted.
Maan swiftly swing his face from one side to another, kissing with immense care. His stable gave her another goosebumps. Every possible hair charged against him and when his cool breath touched them it became more angry.

Geet closed her eyes, suppressing it down. Dug her nail in to the pillow, twisted her lips then licked. Her imagination went wild, along with the wetness between her leg. "maan..." he was indeed taking his time, but she controlled.
Geet felt his finger came by her blouse.


Maan felt the button, a circular object, only few. He carefully took it off but instead of flesh he found another cotton. Where it had nothing. His hand stroked over her curve, reading the line of the bra, she pushed her back up so he can trail his hand towards the hook. It wasn't long before when maan became master of taking her top Half cloths off. His hand came back up at the front, a soft, softer then anything, a circular flesh of her curve, as he stroked it's way up a small circular hard object caught his attention. His thumb went over more then once in fraction of few second. It became rock hard.

Maan hard geets moan. His neck tiled a little, facing towards her, straight on. "does it feel nice?" he whispers, remembering when they made love, her moan was exactly like that.
"who have told you this?" geet sits up while maan took there rest of her sari and skirt. She sat on his lap, leg spread open on the either side. Geet drank her saliva to regain her thirst. She rubes her body against his without any delay, ripping his trouser buttons.
"I always wondered what makes you feel good?" maan replied back. Kissing her expose chest. The curve hanged over, suppressed against his chest. Her one hand around his neck, pulling his air while another with agony bringing his body close. "I love the feeling of you"

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