Depth Of Love-MaanEet ff.part 27/pg137 - Page 43

she dint want to loose her hold on him... she was balancing herself on him with his support leaning on him completely...maan held her bare arms and slowly draw her face towards him...her off shoulder top was falling down making her cleavage visible ...she immediately put her hands around ,covering her as soon as she felt an air touching her upper body making her realize her bare parts.maan held her from her waist balancing her on his feets(she is still standing on his feets)..they were very close just a gap of her criss crossed hands in between.

Maan was so lost...he was njoying her meeshti's blush...he wanted to love her like never before...he was longing to feel her and the way she was making him feel was heaven...

Maan: geet mujhse sharmaogi to kaise chalega...

he was whispering huskily...making her feel prickling sensations throught her body

Geet smiled slightly...she couldn't help breathing unevenly...her heartbeats and breathing were making her feel so awkward ...the way they were dancing in his tunes...high ...low...and sometimes she couldnt feel if she was even breathing...

Maan: geet ankhen kholo na...m here...

Maan was getting restless...he wanted to look into her eyes...he wanted to see her acceptance in them for what he did now...they never did this before...he never went this far...in this short span of time ...maan had weird questions in his mind... is she scared??...she didnt like it ...oh god...please geet open ur eyes...

Maan pressed her covered waist...

Maan: jaan ...open your eyes please...

Geet open her eyes flapping her lashes feeling the restlessness in his voice... smiling slightly...and here maan was dead again...her eyes were equally passionate like him...but were quite naive to accept his ardent love...he can feel her eyes loudly crying not wanting him to stop...

Maan took her in his arms...he covered her securly and she refuged herself in him getting sensations full of pleasure ...she was smiling a contended smile feeling himself close to her...

He made her stand comfortably besides her dressing mirror...he held her hands in between before she could again cover her inhibitions...

Maan: geet...mujhe poora haq hai tumhe aise dekhne ka...samjhi tum

geet was feeling so weak to stand...his authority always made her every cell yearning for him even more intensly...

she left her hands loose letting him know he is right...she is completely for him...her existence is actually nothing but him...

her face was up but her eye balls were looking down at his bare chest peeping from his kurta he was wearing on his jeans...maan could feel she was weak on her legs and supported her holding her waist ...but this time pulling her choli lil bit up and circled her milky white waist holding her tight...

her hands went towards his front inside his stand collar v opening...she loved feeling him there...she touched his heart feeling his heartbeats which now were speeding like driven by a f1 car racer...

maan had no intentions to stop...the warmth her body gave him was far so contended and delightful...

maan made her lower portion rest on the dressing and leaned over her...so she could balance her self beween him and the table...he cupped her cheeks and kissed her everywhere on her face...geet held the table and maan rested his hands on her kissing her moving downwards...he wildly kissed her neck her collar bone,her cleavage...geet shifted her face in to and fro, inviting him naturally wherever he moved kissing her... he increased the pressure of his hands on her which made her moan...ummmh...

his kissing lips instantly halted hearing her painful moan...he lessened the pressure on her hands ,his face was still inside her neck ..lips on them ...he was calming his wild breaths ...and geet was calming hers...

he looked at her and took her hands in him...her small palms were now even more white due to the block of blood in veins...he kissed them lovingly...he realized he was too much...he actually put his entire body weight on her hands...he kept her hands on his heart inside his kurta ...

maan: meeshti...mai pagal ho jaonga sach me...mujhe darr lag raha hai ...

geet couldnt believe ...what he said...darr aur maan...he was speaking her lines..she cupped his face...and maan held her wrist ...

geet: maan ye aap kya keh rahe hai...

maan could feel her worried eyes

maan:bahut dard hua meeshti...he again kissed her palms...pata nahi aaj mujhse control nahi ho raha hai...u better don't keep me away from you...nahi to mai pata nahi kya kar dunga tumharey saath..he covered her off shoulders ,her sleeves back on place before he again loose his control..

geet: maan...mai bilkul theek hu...aapne kuch nahi kiya...agar aap ko ye darr hai ki aap mujhe dard de rahey hai to aap apni he baat bhool rahey hai ...aap ka haq hai mujhpe...aur mera aap pe...

she was smiling...making him relax...

maan kept her hands again on his heart and took out a pair of bangle from his pocket ...they were equally delicate as his meesthi...geet jumped looking at them...she loved his pampering ...they were elegant and made for her..

geet : maan ...ye bahut sundar hai...

her shining eyes made his day...and the way she accepted his every choice on her being more than happy...even if it is tiny wild flower of her own garden...she accepted and kept it as the god's most precious gift in his life

maan: bus yahi sunna tha...he smirked

geet: maan...pehnaiye na..

maan:abhi nahi geet...sabke saamne pehnaunga

geet was shocked..she knew his ziddi nature..

geet: s.s.sabke ss s amne matlab..aisa mat karna maan plsss...

maan loved it when she got scared of his naughtiness...but never tolerated when she was frightened due to someoneelse...but thankfully..of late she was not much scared...maan never let her...

maan: geet daro nahi...sab wahi hongey par kisi ko pata nahi chalega...

geet relieved...

geet:maan waise aap pe ye kurta bahut suit kar raha hai,...mere gabru jawan..ab lag rahey hai na aap hoshiarpur ke sher..

she said rolling her eyes in her bubbly ways

maan: acha...hoshiarpur ka sher

geet: haan...

maan: unhu...he rolled his arms around her neck...hoshiarpur ka nahi...mai sirf apni geet ka sher hu..

geet laughed and maan touched her nose playfully...

geet: acha maan ab aap jaiye na...mujhe tayyar hona hai...waise he aapne sab utar ...

she turned facing her back towards him...😛

geet: jhalli ...socha to kar bolne se pehle...she looked at her babaji...

maan looked at her expressions from mirror and smiled..he moved her hairs on one side of her shoulders...he kept a check with his feelings ...but geet closed her eyes tight even feeling slightest touch of his fingers on her back...maan tied her dori...and she gasped

maan: tight hai meeshti..loose karu

she simply shook her hand trying not to get her sensations overtake her sanity...

maan took her white stone bindi from the dressing table and put it on her forhead lovingly and kissed her forehead on her bindi...and left after whispering her ordering...not to braid her hairs...

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