PASSION
Warning: Maybe, slightly mature!😳
Her first kiss.
Geet had read about first kisses dozens of times in books. How it was special, slow and soft. Full of love.
How horribly wrong all of those novels were!
As his lips crashed onto hers, Geet and Maan felt the same sensation run through their veins. They felt a fire, a ball of molten hot red lava explode within themselves, and bury them in the depthless passion and inexplicable craze and zeal they had for each other. There was nothing soft or slow about their kiss. There was no innocent love. It was naked passion and a furiously uncontrollable love. His lips moved aggressively on hers, devouring her mouth hungrily, and she struggled to keep up. Maan plastered her against his body, holding her waist in his hands tightly. His lips bit her lower lip, causing her to gasp, and the next second he pried her mouth open with his own one. His tongue entered her mouth, probing into all its delicious secrets eagerly. Geet moaned, as he pulled her closer, and her nails moved to his shoulders. His tongue tangled with hers, and the tug of war began. She felt her breath knock off her, as he kissed her with all his might and passion, which was unbearable. He let go of her tongue, as suddenly as he had tangled his own with it. Maan sucked on her lips, tasting her gloss in his mouth, and Geet felt her tongue touch the tip of his lips. She moved her tongue shyly on his lips, licking them slowly, when he groaned, and kissed her harder, if that were even possible. She moaned, feeling her body slacken, as all the strength and breath drained out, yet, Maan was nowhere close to stopping. He licked her lip, kissing it gently, and then bit into it, inviting a gasp, and a rasped out, "Maan!!" from her swollen, and almost bruised lips.
He pulled her lip into his mouth with his teeth, and she moaned out again. Her lip was still in his mouth, being caressed by his tongue, when she felt a thin film of saliva trickle down the corner of her mouth. She tried to close her mouth but Maan jerked her closer, without putting an end to the kiss. His mouth moved all over hers in ways she didn't know were possible, and his lips sucked on hers, fusing himself into her, and burying her feeling and essence within him forever.
After almost an eternity, Maan let go of her puffed-up and tired lips. Geet felt her head fall back on the seat, as painful gasps of breath overcame her. She took in as much air as she could, her chest rising in the effort and colliding with Maan's whose breath was heavier. He held her waist in his hands tightly, without budging an inch away from her. She closed her eyes, as the oxygen finally filled her lungs and reached her brain, and made everything start working again. The next moment, she snapped her eyes open, as finally, she realized that she had been kissed. She had been kissed for the first time, and so hard, that she felt she might not be able to use her lips for a long time.
Her eyes travelled up to Maan's, who was staring at her face and into her eyes deeply. His lips were swollen too, she realized, and there was something glossy on the corners of his mouth. My gloss….her mind screamed out, and her cheeks changed color immediately. The silence in the car, which was filled with a kind of sinful tension was broken, as his voice came into her ears.
"Geet! Mujhe chorke mat jao….I don't like anything without you," he said, his fingers reaching up to her swollen and raw lips and caressing them.
She closed her eyes again, as a moan escaped from her lips almost involuntarily. His index finger ran over her lower lip, touching all the minute details, while she lay under him, her cheeks a bright crimson and her ears hot with shyness.
"Ever since you left me alone, you haven't even come once to see me. You haven't stepped inside that Mansion, in my room. Your room doesn't even smell of you now. The smell's gone, you're gone and I'm all alone," he said, mildly interrupted by the gasp of a dazed Geet.
"I know you're angry with me, but, please don't kill me with your coldness," he said, his voice earnest.
Geet snapped her eyes open, and stared at him, while he looked at her sincerely. She felt her hand raise up and cup his cheek and saw his eyes widen in surprise. He twisted his face and kissed the palm of her hand lingering his lips on her skin. He spoke into her hand, "Do you regret what just happened, jaan?"
Her fingers were against his cheek and his rough stubble tickled her. She saw the look of desperation appear into his eyes, as he waited for her answer. An answer which could change everything. Change the entire moment completely. Geet probed her own mind for the answer. Yes, there was a hesitance, but that was due to her shyness. She couldn't find any form of regret or anger or wrong feeling within her. Whatever happened, she blushed, as she remembered, she liked it. The pleasure was overwhelming. She looked at him, and then, felt her eyes lowering and her cheeks blazing as she slowly nodded her head for a no, with her hand still on his cheek.
Maan sighed and smiled as he stared at her lowered head. He let out an inward sigh of relief. He didn't have an idea what would have happened if she had said yes. He would never have forgiven himself for giving in to his desires. But, she looked and seemed happy. Almost excited about their first kiss. So was he. He was never going to forget the feel of her lips on his lips and inside his mouth. His eyes darted at Geet, who was still fused close to his body, a very slight smile playing at her lips.
He smirked, and pulled Geet up closer by her waist and her breasts collided with his chest. She looked up in surprise as Maan whispered, "Does that mean you liked it?"
He had the satisfaction of seeing Geet's eyes widen in astonishment, before her usual shyness took over, and she placed two hands on his chest, trying to push him away gently. She bit her lips to stop the smile which threatened to creep up and kept her head slightly lowered, when Maan pulled her closer, resisting all her attempts to push him away.
"Since you don't regret it, it must mean that you liked it," he said, huskily, with a triumphant and purely happy smirk, "Tell me, did you like my kiss?" he continued, putting his mouth near her ear.
Geet shivered, as his hot breath fell on her ears.
"Did you like the way I kissed you, or should I improvise?" he asked, running his fingers on her waist lightly, and causing her cheeks to go hopeless red.
Babaji, yeh kaisi baatein kar rahe hain? Inki besharmi toh barti hi jaa rahi hain…. Geet cribbed to her Babaji, while instinctively licking her lips. She could still feel his touch and flavour on them.
"Don't. Do. That." He growled, between his teeth, causing Geet to look up in surprise, "You won't be able to take another one of those…." He paused for a second and then, bit out, "Kisses today."
Geet lowered her eyes quickly, almost closing them, as she understood the meaning of his words and desperation. He wanted to kiss her again, when she licked her lips. Babaji, agar chahte the, toh karlete na…main mana thodi na karti… she thought, and then, slapped herself mentally, GEET HANDA kitni gandi baatein soch rahi hain….
"Or, maybe, you want me to," he smirked, looking at her face carefully.
She looked away, and put her hands up on his chest again, this time, pushing him a little harder. He glanced at those bony hands and let go of her waist slowly, settling her down on the seat gently. Picking up her discarded and forgotten dupatta from the driving seat, he draped it around her carefully, and sighed.
He lifted himself off her body reluctantly, and settled behind the driving wheel. Pulling up her seat, he smirked and said, "I know you want to."
Geet didn't dare glance at Maan throughout the whole drive, but she could sense and feel his eyes and smirk on her a little too clearly. She knotted her now carefully draped dupatta and ran her hand through her open hair nervously. She had not found the hairband, and her helpless blushing every time she tried to remember when it had come off didn't help either.
As the car screeched to a halt outside Handa House after what seemed to be the longest drive of Geet's life, Maan cut the engine, and held her by her waist.
"Are you going to come home tomorrow? Like you promised Annie?" he asked eagerly, searching her eyes.
Her hands clutched hold of his biceps in the uncomfortable position they were. She stared back at him, and then, a soft smile appeared on her lips as she lowered her head and nodded a yes. Maan pulled her waist closer, causing her to look up and whispered, "Say it."
She stared at him, as he stared back into her eyes waiting for her answer. After the kiss, Geet had hardly been able to speak. She didn't know whether she could use her lips, or whether she should. She felt that if she had to, she would stop speaking forever to preserve his taste on her lips. But, as he urged her, pulling her waist closer to him every minute, she slowly made an effort to move her swollen lips, and whispered, "Jee….main….kal…aaungi."
"Promise me, Geet!" he said again, tightening his hold on her waist.
"I….promise." she murmured gently.
Maan let go of her waist reluctantly, and she opened the door to step out. Suddenly, Maan gripped her shoulders, and muttered, "Seatbelt nahin nikala, aur bahar jaa rahi ho…"
He unbuckled her seatbelt lovingly, all the while staring at her. Geet felt herself drowning into his eyes, but, the next minute, her gaze fell on his lips. His lips which were slightly glossed. Her eyebrows furred, as she thought of a decent way to rub the gloss off. Yeh office jaa rahe hain, agar aise hi chale gayee….toh….bohut….bilkul….pata nahin kya hoga… she thought desperately.
Maan held the steering wheel, and said, with a smirk, looking at Geet sideways, "Kya hua jaan? Mujhe chorke jaane ka mann nahin kar raha hain kya?"
She stiffened, and started knotting her dupatta nervously.
"Woh…..woh… aap…aapki….." she started stammering, when Maan spoke for her, his eyebrows raised inquiringly, "Aapke saath rehna hain?"
"Nahin…" she said quickly, and then, bit her lips.
"Mere saath nahin rehna?" Maan asked, staring at her with wide eyes.
"Rehna hain…." She said, again too quickly, before she could even register what her words did to the animal inside Maan.
"Rehna hain?" he whispered, sliding close to her again.
She cringed away, trying to prevent herself from losing control again. She picked up her dupatta, wiped the corners of his mouth with it and then ran out of the car, before Maan could grab her back.
Maan saw her run into the house, and wiped his lips gently with a smirk, trying to brush the images of their kiss which sprang into his mind involuntarily.
"God! I'm going crazy!" he thought, leaning back on the seat and staring at the house.
I know I'm kinda late again, but my hard-disc crashed. I lost all the updates, pictures and everything... it's horrible...😭
Anyways, I hope this update lived up to your expectations!😳
Do tell me what you all feel about this, and hit the like button. I hope I'll be able to update A Sudden Change Of Heart tonight, but with the hard-disc crashed, I don't know how much I'll be able to retype by tonight!
Love
Sarzah