Originally posted by: rushtrip
Starlite and Armu this one is for you....
<font color="#ff0000">Guys..please...only 18 and above to go ahead and read this one..</font>
Wicked Game
Maan had been sleeping fretfully,
he had been thrashing in his bed and he woke up with a start, breathing
heavily, sweat forming on his brows, hell he was dripping with sweat
everywhere. Then he remembered the dream as vividly as if it had actually
happened.
It was etched on his soul. The
feelings were real, even if it had been a dream…he felt wicked at what had
happened. How he had held Geet. How he had made love to her. He was still
throbbing with emotion, his heart rate was still fast. Was it only a dream or
was she really there, he wondered. He could still feel her. Smell her
fragrance. The softness of her skin, the trembling of her lips, cool yet
searing right through to his heart.
Oh what was happening to him he
wondered, running his hands in his hair. He sat up against the headboard,
putting his head back, reliving each and every part of his dream.
She was there in front of him,
open hair, flying about her head like many arms of an octopus flapping to catch
him in their grip. Her eyes calling out her with that come-hither look. Her parted
lips slightly trembling. She was wearing a black salwaar kameez that was a
sharp contrast to her alabaster skin. She shone like a beacon to a drown ship. He
walked upto her and stood in front of her, face to face. He felt heat emanate from
her. He wanted to be enveloped in her heat, mingling his with hers. He was
craving for her touch, her feel. He inhaled deeply, trying to control his
staggering breath. He raised his hand to see if she was really there. She took
his hand in hers, lacing her fingers with his. He looked at their joined hands and
then looked up at her face as she took a step to close the gap, almost. There was
hardly any distance between them. He could feel her breath when she exhaled.
His eyes drifted to her heaving
breasts. He was fascinated with the movement they made with every breath she
took. He then looked up into her eyes. Lord, it was his undoing. They held
emotions that made him want to crush her to him. Make him want to run his hands
wildly in her hair and kiss her till both of them were breathless. He let go
was whatever little was left of his self control and he asked softly, what are
you doing here Geet? She just smiled, her sweetest smile, not saying a word. He
implored with his eyes to tell him something..give him a sign but her reply was
to put her head on his chest facing down, as if a sudden bout of shyness had
attacked her, as if her boldness had suddenly deserted her and she wanted him
to take over.
He felt she was playing a game
with him. A wicked game that made him feel the way he did right now. Speaking
volumes with her eyes yet not a word out of those lips. His eyes travelled to
those lips, luscious lips that were always a rosy pink, oh so kissable. He knew
what had driven him crazy. It was those innocent beguiling eyes and those
sensual lips, that were contradicting what the eyes told. He had wanted to kiss
them so much, it had been an exercise to stop himself many a times to just kiss
them, he had almost done that a few times. But today he did not want to stop. He
did not want to walk away. He wanted to taste them. He wanted to drink them. He
needed to know if they were as sweet as he had thought they would be? He slowly
moved to her lips in a trance, being pulled by some unseen force. He registered
that her her closed just when he put his lips to hers and heard her sigh. As if
she had been wanting, waiting for this. Just like him. His dam of self control
broke and his emotions took over. He gathered her in his arms, pulling her as
close as the clothes would allow. He felt the answering heat on those lips.
They trembled with desire, they were supple and warm and he died a small death
with the taste of them. Honey, he thought I will never be able to have honey
without thinking of her lips.
He deepened the kiss, lifting her
off her feet in his eagerness to gain better access. He entered her mouth and felt
a lightning like jolt pass through him when their tongues touched. Tentative at
first and then in earnest. Geet sighed and whispered as they came up for
breath, I have never felt this way in a voice that so unGeet like. She sounded
huskier, throatier, Oh she drove him wild with those words.
Instantly he picked her up in his
arms and took her towards the bed and gently sat her on the edge and he went on
his knees. He removed her shoes, one after the other. Geet sat there mesmerized
by his actions. He ran his hand up her calf and she felt a current pass from
where he touched to her very center that seemed to melt even more now. She felt
a mass of nerves that tingled to every touch of his.
He gradually moved up his hands
to her waist, lifting the kurta up as he went higher. She had moved her bums to
help him lift the kurta but did not help him in other way. She was lost in
those eyes staring back at her and was automatically doing what he beseeched
with his eyes but not actively helping him get rid of her clothes. She felt
langarous, a strange lethargy despite the heightened sensation, as if it was
not really happening to her and she was actually watching this from somewhere
else.
He finally got rid of all her
clothes, stood back to take in her magnificence; she was even more beautiful
than he had thought. The curves of her body,devine. The rise of her firm, pert
breasts a beacon calling him to suckle them. The curve of her waist, asking to
be held with hands that would circle it if he spread them out around her. Her shapely
thighs, gently sloping to the knees and flairing into delectable calves that
rested on delicate ankle and pretty feet.
Everything about her was gorgeous, the shape of her neck, long and curvaceous,
he would love to cradle her in his hand.
He swiftly devested himself of
his clothes, not hiding the fact of how much she affected him. He saw her eyes
go the part of his anatomy that proved his desire for her. She blushed. He liked
it. She looked away. He smiled. He went up to her, sat next to her on the bed
and tipped her head towards him with his hand. He looked deeply into her eyes and
huskily said, Geet! I want you! right now! Are you ready for this. Geet in
reply looked at the floor shyness attacking
her a little late but she nodded unable to say anything as she had a
lump in her throat. She was still reeling at the vision Maan made in all his
glory. She had seen him bare torso but like this, she gulped, he was
magnificent. His sculpted body sporting not an extra ounce of fat. He was all
hard muscles and her eyes darted again to see a very hard part of him and
blushed.
Maan cupped her face in his hands
and kissed her tenderly this time, taking his time to learn each and every
crevice of her mouth. He learned how she responded when he increased the
pressure, how she moaned when he pulled back. He learnt her body with his
hands, with his lips, inch by slow inch. He brought her desire to a feverish
pitch where the only thing Geet could do was thrash about in the bed asking for
release and uttering moans that were hard to suppress. She tried to bite her
lips to stop but maan's lips were running havoc with her senses. She called out
maan when she ran out of patience at his onslaught of her senses and felt as if
she had come home when her entered her parting her legs. Finally, she felt at a
strange calmness as he made his first thrust, even though her body was wound up
like a spring coiled so tight that the only thing it clamoured for was release.
And it came with a guttural sounds
emitting from her and heard maan's Oh! As she reached the plane she sought
unknowingly reaching out and clutching maan tightly as her body felt limp as
the surfs of passion subsided… maan had hugged her tight holding her to him as he
had found his peak.
That's when his eyes had opened
and he knew it was a but a dream.
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<p>Wicked Game – Chris Isaak – I think
he is the sexiest man ever….a voice that is sensuality personified…and the
video..is best ever… lyrics..for reference..
The world was on fire
No one could save me but you.
Strange what desire will make foolish people do
I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you
And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you
No, I don't want to fall in love
[This love is only gonna break your heart]
No, I don't want to fall in love
[This love is only gonna break your heart]
With you
With you
What a wicked game you play
To make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do
To let me dream of you
What a wicked thing to say
You never felt this way
What a wicked thing to do
To make me dream of you
v And I don't wanna fall in love
[This love is only gonna break your heart]
And I don't want to fall in love
[This love is only gonna break your heart]
{World was on fire
No one could save me but you
Strange what desire will make foolish people do
I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you
I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you
No I don't wanna fall in love
[This love is only gonna break your heart
No I don't wanna fall in love
[This love is only gonna break your heart]
With you
With you
Nobody loves no one
Pyaar Kii Ye Ek Kahaani
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