Behind Closed Doors
Geet looked shocked to find him there. Looking delicious like always. She blushed, what was he doing here. She pulled her dupatta lying on the balustrade in sudden shyness that engulfed her.
Maan came forward near her bed, " You don't need to do that' I have seen you like that remember!" he teased her with a reminder of a certain night she had hit on the head and they had technically shared a bed for some time. He could not get the image of her pulling the blanket off his mind. He had thought he had been dreaming and had a scratch on his head to prove that it was not. He touched his forehead to feel the mark that had now disappeared but memory was strong as ever'
She lowered her gaze when she saw him put a hand on his forehead, feeing guilt take over.
She muttered, "I already told you sorry for that," and he smiled, a half smile that was more in his eyes than on his lips. He seemed to be in a different mood today, she mused.
He then sat on the bed, "Bolo Geet, You were saying something."
She said, "Uh..i ..i'was just practicing calling your name'" and she halted.
"toh bolo na, mera naam lo Geet," he whispered, leaning closer to her. She blinked, she saw raw passion there along with merriment at her predicament.
She tried but failed, opened her mouth but she like a fish out of water, needing air and gulping to keep herself alive.
He was a breath away when he murmured, "Geet"
And she closed her eyes, mustering all the strength she said, "Maan"
"Phir se bolo" he muttered almost inaudible.
She opened her mouth to say'M' but he took her mouth and the word with it eating it up as she told his name in his mouth and it seemed to reach deep inside him. He kissed her then completely, putting his arms around her and pulling her to him, enveloping her slight frame with his arms and almost taking her on his lap with a tug, blanket, dupatta and all.
She sighed and kissed him back unable to hold herself. The kiss deepened, him reaching for her tongue and playing with it. He sucked her tongue and imitated the movement of thrusting deep into her mouth like he wanted to do in the folds that held her secrets.
She moaned, a guttural sound escaping her letting him know her pleasure, letting him know that she was as affected as he was.
But he did not want to take this beyond the point of no return, so he slowly pushed away slowly and released her.
She covered herself up with her hands and he helped her as well. Just as she looked at him in confused state
He said, "Good Morning Geet, I came to wish my fiancee a very good morning. Hope you had a good night's sleep."
She gaped, "Maan, aap'"
And he put a hand on her lips and said' "bas yahi to sunna tha, isiliye aaya' tum jab Maan bulati ho to mujhe bahut achcha lagta hai."
Edited by rushtrip - 14 years ago
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