Disapproving while in Delhi
He ordered the richest triple chocolate fudge cake and some cinnamon swirl cream cake and coffee for both
After 10 or so minutes he picked up his mug and inserted himself between her and the tall arm rest, she had to scoot so he
could sit comfortably, no be able to "sit" he was big, he pressed her down to his body
They didnt say anything just enjoyed the feel of skin
Hers was cool and moist, her clothes still wet from arguing with him outside his car
He was warm and firm... muscled too.. she thought his hairy leg visible from under his high cotton lounge pants
"I cant hear you from across" he lied
she smiled her whole right side was on self conscious fire
He watched her eat, just like most men do, there was something erotic about watching your woman devour a piece of chocolate
Lustful and carnal
"Iske baad to sirf paani peene ka" she said nervously
"There is no sugar in the coffee, it shud balance out" he muttered
She sipped and grew a foam moustache
"I want to kiss you like hell Suvechha" he whispered
The giant ceramic mug shook like a house hit by a tornado
He reached and set it on the coffee table
She was too afraid to lick her upper lip
"Subah se itni baarish mein hum yehi soch rahen hain ki aapse kab mulaqat hogi aur umm.." he groaned
His words were intense and sugary like chocolate... she was awash with creamy pleasure inside and out
She leaned back weakly, his arm ran across the couch, as she leaned he tightened the pressure
They sat there just feeling each other's heat for an hour, not saying much
Just drinking coffee and watching the cars pass by below... on the street, a good view from the first floor of the bungalow turned coffee shop
"Can I atleast get one kiss when I drop u off at home?" he begged
"Devaaa" she groaned
"No?"
"Itani kroora hai mai?" ashe asked
"Bahut zyaada" he whispered
She smiled mischievously, and nodded
"Will u deny stuff in bed ?" he asked
She looked at him stunned... unable to comprehend the eroticism of the words
He stared longingly at her lips
"Hum kaafi resourceful hain, aisa kehte hain log, to zara soch samajhkar humse takkar lein aap" he teased
She grabbed her trembling lower lip... holding it tight for comfort
"Main ghar lekar jaayegi cake?" she asked
"When do u have to go?" he asked sadly
"10 baje? 12 baje?" she teased
"Yeh shaayad 2 baje tak khula hai" he nodded carelessly
"Aadhya ka kya karegi mai?" she asked accusingly
"Suvechha" he wanted to talk about the "next steps"
He didnt know what his Amma was planning
He couldnt recall the last time he fantasized having sex with Nupur, he couldnt stop fantasizing having sex with Suvechha though
They were in his "mental" bed every night, and every morning wrapped in naked heat
"Ruchi kab jaayegi?" she asked
"Not soon enough" he was grumpy as she chuckled
"If she goes then what will u do?" she challenged
"I dont know... I dont want to be constantly aching Suvechha" he said bluntly
"This is not like buying car Neel... u drive by showroom everyday and one day u stop and buy" she said
He grunted
"Shaadi se HAMEY problem thi" he reminded her tersely
She nodded... "I have a child... u havent spoken to Nihar... I am all by myself... marrying u is marrying a family" she said in thick marathi accent
"We work in the same company" she listed everything that she thought was wrong about this equation
"My family is scaring you off?" he asked
"In ur mind u have everything solved u dont even see a threat" she said
"Amma wont even be living in Delhi"
"She doesnt have to Neel... " she said calmly
The fact that she will be in Mumbai was enough...
Disapproving while in Delhi was the same as disapproving while in Mumbai
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