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Part 3 - Madness
Maan looked at the arms reaching for him and was humbled by her trust in him - her sweet surrender. With his right hand he pulled her up. He placed his left arm on the small of her back to help stabilize her. As she placed her hands on his shoulders, his eyes where drawn to their bareness and that of her neck and shoulders. He loved the slope and slant of her shoulders especially the base of her neck where he could feel her every heartbeat.
It took her a moment to regain her balance the wedges were stable but, she was unused to the height. It provided new perspective though as it brought her face on level with Maan's. She loved his face. The seductive eyes that had an uncanny ability to read her. That missed nothing. That could infuse her with passion within a mere blink. Oh. The shape of his lips fascinated her equally. She loved their fullness against her own. And though she often teased him about his stubble, she enjoyed its coarse caress on her skin.
This time Maan regained his senses first. What he wanted to do, he could not do on the terrace. As beguiling as the colorful duppatta maze was it was not as private or comfortable as their bedroom. It was their private paradise. He slowly stepped back from her sliding his fingers down her bare shoulders and arms as he did so. She shivered involuntarily as he gently removed her hands from his shoulders. He left them slightly outstretched together infront of her at her waist.
She did not for a moment back away as he slide the tie between her outstretched hands and swished them around her wrists binding them. He looked at her eyes one last time. There was a glimmer of trepidation but, also infinite trust and love for him. Gazing into them he smiled devilishly, slide the tie free from her wrists, and placed it gently around her eyes. Binding the tie behind her head he brought his lips near her ears seductively whispered "Dekha Geet mein wohi kardiya jisse tumhain umeed bhi nahi thi! Tumhe hamesha shikayad thi na ki mein inn aankhon ka sahara lehta hu - aaj mein tumhari saanso kho padhe lunga!"
Geet touched the tie now covering her eyes as she contemplated the implications of his promise. She would conversely be unable to read his sensuous eyes, but feeling his every touch. Would it be more of a "sazaa" for him? Or her? Having to do without their favored guides? He lifted her off the ground and into his muscular arms as the thoughts flitted from her mind.
Her sense of smell heightened with the loss of sight. She loved his scent - aftershave mixed with sandlewood and soap. She tucked her head into his neck, sniffed to her heart's content, and nuzzled his collarbone. She held on to him with her right arm not that she needed to. With her left she slowly started to trace his face - mapping it. Her fingertips enjoying the bristly feel of his stubble, the surprising suppleness of the skin near his eyes, and the angularity of his cheekbones. Her fingers gradually becoming her eyes.
Maan took a steadying breath and tried counting backwards from 100, as she nipped near his pulse. The object was to drive her to the beyond, but she was rapidly ensnared him in his own game. The eyes that shredded his control with its seductive innocence were hidden, but her touch was quickly propelling him towards the brink. Next time, he would ...
His mind blanked as her fingers meandered their way onto his chest and her fingernails grazed his left nipple. She was killing him without trying or had that touch not been unintentional? He gazed at her face, but found it impossible to read without her caramel gaze as his guide.
As he continued to stare, the impish smile that stole onto her face givinb away her game. He scowled and shifted her weight in his arms so he could halt the progress of her left arm with his right arm. Her face inked with irritation, she fought his restraint. He held firm and smiled wickedly as she pouted provocatively.
" Maan - yeh sahi nahi hai!" Even as she said it, he momentarily set her free on her foot beside their bed. But, before she could use her hands to her advantage, he clasped them behind her back and enveloped her in his embrace.
"Chup! Bilkul Chup!" Maan whispered a hairsbreadth away from her lips before closing the imperceptible gap. He brushed his lips lightly against hers, captured her bottom lip with his own and sipped it ever so gently. While she caught her breath, he tilted her neck back with his right hand and skimmed her throat with his now moist lips. Simultaneously, drawing lazy patterns on her nape with his nimble fingers. The twin sensations made her quiver. Her hands struggled free from his restraining right hand as his lips grazed her pulse. His gentleness making ravenous. She dug her fingers into his hair halting his progress. Her touch silently implored him to indulge and give way to his own need. He suckled slowly at her pulse and nipped her as she had done him earlier. The feel of his beard rubbing against the sensitive skin of her chest as he did so made her quickly impatient for more.
As her hands pushed his head downward, his arms at her back pushed her upward till he was kissing her breasts through the dress. The pressure of his tongue through the fabric on her nipple was at once too much and yet not enough. She wanted it all and now. She had to destroy his control. Make him as feverish as he was making her. But, how?
Impatient, she scored his back with her fingernails, instigating him to bite her through fabric. The fabric, however, provided little satisfaction. It was too slippery.😆
Edited by AnjanaYYZ - 14 years ago
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