Close call!
"happy Birthday Shubhra" he muttered bringing his head down
Her arms went around his neck with a muffled sob and she tried to kiss him back.
They had kissed over ten times, each time more fiercely than than previous she wondered if it had to do anything with her own response to him
Like he was desperate to find the sizzling sexual tension brewing between them constantly
He pressed her lower back curves towards his legs
She shook with urgency and frustration
Her pallu draping over her shapely waist, the tiny sparkling navel ring played hide and seek from under the gauzy fabric
"I love the saree, but its the most frustrating garment for f----y" he growled nipping her lobe
She chuckled into his chest
He just hoisted her and walked over to her impeccable couch, shedding his blazer by the door
Slowly lay her down and in a swift motion bunched up her folds in the front and gave it a tug and let go as she watched dazed
Her arms hanging over the armrest
The underskirt revealed itself in fine transaparent navy cotton
He bend down and planted his lips on her sparkling stone, her body convulsed and shook in a series of cascading tremors, when he opened his tongue
He heard her moans, and looked up at her she stared at him half hypnotized by his smile and the glitter of sensual appreciation in those eyes
He leaned forward and claimed her mouth, the slow languid flicker of his tongue, sending rich waves of pleasure scurrying through her cells
She was laying on the sofa, he was kneeling over her, like she was some rare musical instrument or piece of art he was interested in, going from section to section admiring,... devouring... I must be a meal she arched
He got up and draped himself over her, settling between her restless legs, pressing down so she could feel him
The moment she longed for, by the door when her saree folds impeded that sensation
His thumb posessed the navel stud and stroked it, watching her throw her head up in abandon trying to grab his hand, her fingers unable to grip his wrist She freed her lips from his kiss and turned away fluttering underneath him
He planted his open mouth between her collarbone and sucked loudly
"Tapannnn" she sighed
"Wish me" he ordered thickly
She turned to him and whispered into his mouth.
He whispered a thank you on her forehead, kissing her gently all over her face
Stroking her bruised lips gathering her in his arms securely, reaching for her free hand and linking his fingers into hers
They lay in each others arms hungry and frustrated
"Love the matching stud" he whispered on her cleavage" stroking her wrist
He was talking about the diamond she had on her navel
"Uhh" she sighed drunk in passion
"Would you be able to live your life constantly looking over your shoulder?" he spoke gruffly, "I wouldnt want to worry about who is trying to scam my parents" (hinting at what happened to Papa years ago)
She had no idea what he meant
"I wouldnt want to spend the rest of my life with me you shouldnt want that either" he said dejectedly
The handsome apology took the wind out of her billowing sails and it flapped emptily as she tried to sustain her shocked outrage
His closeness gave her a sharp illicit thrill
She was too ordinary too dull to excite any strong feelings in any man, the thought of herself as a sultry seductress conquering the higher strength of a masculine victim was hugely appealing to her damaged ego.
This is a cluster f--- every which way you look at it" he said indignantly
He let her head rest on his hammering heart... as he mumbled in self reflection
"You deserve a great guy not some ass---- who two timed you"
She whimpered in shared pain
He planted a firm long kiss on her forehead
"I had a great time last night? this morning" he smiled genuinely
She nodded overcome with emotion
"Ive made a series of mistakes, I let my hormones take over," he grunted sliding off the couch
She pulled up her legs so he could sit and not leave immediately
She covered her face with her hands and breathed deeply
She sat up quietly in a trance, the state of peaceful acceptance never came.
Her whole body tingled in as much as even being next to him
"I need a stiff drink or a cold shower" he spoke bitterly
What are your plans for today?" he asked sighing
"My parents" she said softly
"Me too.. Parul has a pooja and lunch"
"I am showing a house in the evening" she said ina tone that indicated she wa resigned
In his eyes she saw supreme contentment of someone in love.
"I dreamed of making love to you a million nights, I imagined us never leaving that room for days, you should be glad I have these phantom thoughts of sensual possession and will not be with you in flesh and blood for life" he flogged himself verbally "Close call there!" he smiled derisively
He got up fighting tears
She was not so smooth
She let hers flow
He bend down picked up his jacket and left
Bade Achhe Lagte Hain
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