~MAHSOOS~ THREAD 8 (not pg 153) - Page 12

Geet knocks, "come in..." anny sweetly answered. Her voice was sweet as honey. Geet learned to adore her to beats. And maan, he can give his life for her. Maan never worries about anything els except anny, ad hopefully, someday she will find a life partner just like he have.

"bhabi..."
Geet smiled, flowed by maan. She was wearing a red kurta, the bed was scattered with brail books. Story books. Novels. Anny quickly cleaned the bed, leating both sit down.

"oh.." geet started the conversation. "we have to go shopping. Papa held a party. I was wondering if you want to bring someone along..."

Maan had no intention on girls talk. So he left soon as he came.

"oh... I... - what party?"
"oh papa brought property ,- I mean most of them for sharma. So it's for them."
"bhabi can't you chose any cloths? Please..."
Geet smiled.
"I would, but maan wants you to come along and feel it for your self."
"oh..."
"would you like to bring any of your friends?"
Anny wasn't sure what to say. Nor she wanted mentioned anyone's name.
"why don't you chose..."
"I am not sure. Armaan wanted to come along with anjali, but-"
"they are fine!" anny didn't have out a second gap when she hard armaans name. Geet was little taken back... Confused.
"o-k- I-g-uss!"
Anny smiled.

Geet silently walked out, with little confution then rang anjali and armaan.

...

Maan was busy with his work, however his brain seems not to move from geets twist and turning pages. He listen very carefully, she had exam soon, he should not really diatribe by interfering. But it's 8, and there was urge to feel his wife.
Geet kept looking at maans finger, weird enough it's not her who have the urge to do romance on the bed... It's maan today.
"oh... Shall I close the window? Is it cold?"
Maan nodes, now when it started to be like this? Looking for excuse to be close to his wife?
Maan stood up and walked right behind her. The thumping heart started beat ever so loudly that for a berife moment maan had this feeling it will explode. Each step was like a moving a heavy stone. Was he this slow? It was to easy when geet used to make her move on him and he smoothly went along, but when his desire came to at a junction... He can't move even a inch. Maan lost geets smell or where she was standing. His heart couldn't believe the tension is this high just to hold his wife.

Geet slowly turns around, only to find her husband... She nearly came to conclusion he wants to hold her, even she was prepared but then he took a pen from the side desk.

"appko pen chahi... I thought you want to hold me..." geet spoke with a disipoininting voice...

"I was- no- I -oh..." maan faced everywhere except geets face... Geet moved her head along with his emotionless eyes.
"app kabse mumbling karne lage? I never hard you mumble!"
"nahi- oh..."

Maan cursed him self, to get up and move towards her at the first place. He could have sat there silently, like he always does and she comes close.
"oh...I-"
"what's wrong with you?" geet worriedly wondered more. "I never saw you mumble this much..."
"nahi... Au..."

Maan evantually brought his hand up and rested against her lips. It took allot of courage, but eventually he managed to touch her, way before she could make her first move.
Cell by cell, each muscle contracted, stiffen, while his lower part, suppressed it self to geet...

With trembling lips geet managedAa to look up. Maans lips laid only few mm way.

There body moved in a rhythm like a dancing couple towards the sofa. While geet supressed her lips against his. Her hand came by, the long finger gently brushed in maans hair.

"I really don't know how to express my love for you..." geet puled back little from his sweet lips. Maan did not want to answer, only enjoy the moments, only save each seconds locked within his heart. Have he ever mentioned, how beautiful she felt in his arm. How complete the feeling was. In his life he never have learned to retreat anything however today... Since the day he felt geet, he wanted to imagine her... From the shade of the tip of her nose to her toe...

"you never have to. I always find your answer... Sometime small thing is enough... Everything you do for me is made out of love, made out of us... Your mahsoos is enough to tell me that how much you love me..."

"I always wondered the feeling since young... But today... Now... Since the day I met you I started to understand how special this feeling is maan. To me you are everything..."

Geet suppressed her lips back to maan. The sweet talk always have went well with there kiss, but this was always far special. This was the only time where they mumble to truly express there feeling. To truly love one another.

Maan tool geet in to there bedroom. One by one, he took off the safety pin that was holding geets sari on place. As they walked, the cloths created a line along the floor, while maan placing soft wet kiss on geets shoulder. She laid on the bed, slowly undoing maans shirt button and placing kiss across his wide chest...

His hard manhood was all ready at its place, to penetrate her smoothly, to feel each muscle contracting and relaxing under him. To kill him with pleasure and agony. Geet slowly pulled way little more as maan sat between her leg. Slowly suppressing his hard manhood. Geet moaned sweetly with each contraction... Maan didn't even let her whisper his name out...

4 am...
Geet slowly woke up, removing maans hand from above her stomach; sleeping peacefully. Geet smiled, taking maans shirt from the side. Her eyes quickly scattered across the dark room, it took some time to adjust her eyes to let the little light to come through... Then eventually with little light that was escaping from the window, she managed to observe there cloths. It was all Over the floor. Geet quickly warped maans shirt on. Hugging it tight. She wondered why she was doing this when maan was on the bed. She probably won't even have to wish he will know.