FF - The Promise - updated CH 102 on 23rd May - Page 86

Chapter 101

When I wake, its dark outside. I turn towards the clock which strikes 9 and realize that its been just over 5 hours since I stepped into this gigantic farmhouse where I experienced what guys may call sex but us romantics call massive doses of pure unadulterated love. Did I just sound sappy?? Oh God I did, didn't I??

I stretch out beneath the duvet and I feel sore, deliciously sore. Rishab is nowhere to be seen. I sit up and look around the room. I knew this place was gigantic when I saw it from the outside but its actuality just dawns on me. Well I didn't really have time to gawk at its beauty earlier considering the fact that I was ambushed by lips as soon as we entered only to come up for air when we entered the man cave.

I hear music, a sweet lyrical lament. I wrap the duvet around me and quietly peek outside the room. Seeing no one around, I sneak downstairs as quiet as a cat. I pause at the last step as I suddenly notice Rishab at the piano. I stand rooted at the spot watching him completely lost in the melody he is playing. His expression is that of a farmer who has toiled all day in the fields but is happy because it is harvest season and his labour has finally paid off. I watch enraptured. His eyes are closed as his fingers move along the keys without hesitation, like they were meant to do just that, make beautiful music. I flush as I remember the same skilled fingers move expertly along my body, caressing me. I moan as my body remembers it too.

Rishab looks up and his eyes catch mine. I gasp as his eyes blaze with fire. The music stops. I can't help think of the contrast in his expressions when he played his music a moment ago and now when he looks at me.

"Umm.. that was beautiful." I say as I pull the duvet tighter around me. He closes his eyes for a fleeting moment and runs his fingers through his hair. "That was Songs without Words by Felix Mendelssohn." he says finally looking at me again. His eyes are hooded and I cannot see the fire anymore but I can still feel the intense heat it brings. "Mendelssohn?" I ask confused, causing a crease to develop on my forehead. "Felix Mendelssohn... He is one of the great Romantic Period Composers.. you know of the 1800's. His pieces reveal Mendelssohn's refined aesthetic sensitivity and displays his superb talent for creating unity in variety and balance in rhythm, melody and form." "So this Felix guy is to music what Van Gogh is to art??" I try to understand. Rishab just looks at me and laughs out loud. "I guess that's one way of putting it..."

My eyes move over him, beginning from his unruly hair to his chiselled cheeks, his perfectly symmetrical nose and stop for a moment on his full, swollen and bruised lips, as he laughed. I breathe in sharply at the memory of those lips.. that mouth. My heart begins to beat a mile a minute and I wonder what is this mystical connection that drove us to together. All of a sudden I realize that I have been unconsciously rubbing my thighs together to relieve some pressure and I turn crimson. I look away sheepishly trying to distract myself from my current chain of thought.

"Sorry I woke you up." Rishab apologises as he starts to rise from his seat at the piano. I turn to look at him and instantly regret it. He has nothing on but a pair of boxers that lay low on his hips teasingly. My body heats up and everything but him fades away. I want him. I need him. He is a couple of steps away and I loosen my hold on the duvet and it slips down my body slowly first revealing the bare skin of my shoulders, then my bosom, right down to my toes. Moments ago I turned crimson in embarassment and now I am making the first move?? Rishab makes me loose all sense of self.

Rishab pauses mid-step and stares at me for a moment. Goosebumps rise all over my skin in response to his look and I find myself wondering if he noticed it. I observe the corner of his mouth rising slightly and before I know it he smirks.

"Mr. Kundra.." I smirk back challengingly. He walks towards me and halts right in front of me, "Ahaan.." He gently strokes my cheek with the back of his fingers. I gaze up at him, drinking him in. He leans down and gently kisses me. But I want more... so much more. I throw my arms around his neck and kiss him back with everything I had. The fingers of my hand twist in his unruly hair while the other works towards pressing his body to me. My sudden attack takes him by surprise, but after a beat he responds, a low groan in his throat. His hands slip into my hair and down my back to cup my naked behind. Our tongues battle, a battle filled with vigor. We pull back for air and I see sheer naked need in his eyes, the same need that is mirrored in mine.

"How about we take this upstairs?" Rishab whispers, his breathing hard and rapid. "How about.. here... now.." I say as I trail kisses and nips across his collarbone. His eyes widen and darken as he cups my backside and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his middle, clutching his hair in my hand as he attacks my lips with fervor. I rake my nails lightly across his back once and then I do it again with force. He hisses and I take control of his delicious mouth. I explore every nook and corner of his mouth with my tongue. His taste is invigorating. I chew on his lip lightly. This time I settle with just light nips. His hands knead my naked backside as he backs me into a wall for support. He sucks on my neck like a leech leaving more marks in its path.

"Crap...!!!" Rishab hisses as he stops his administrations suddenly and places his forehead on my shoulder breathing harshly. As he pushes himself off me and sets me down slowly. I shout out, "Noo.. stop!!" and try to grab him to me.

Panic grips me. "Did I do something wrong?" I ask tentatively looking away disheartened. He reaches out and touches my shoulder reassuringly. "No it is nothing like that. Its just that.. the condoms are upstairs." he says trying to clear up any misunderstandings. I turn around pretty sure my eyes are smoldering yet again. "If that is the only issue... we are good" I say as I lean forward to continue where we left off. He pushes me back slightly, "Wait... What do you mean by that?" Argggh.. I roll my eyes frustratingly. "Shouldn't I be the one worried about getting pregnant?", I bitch. When he still does not budge, I tell him how this works. "I calculated the days since my period and the good news is I am not ovulating. And if that ain't enough I am on birth control."

"When did you get on birth control?" Rishab asks annoyed that he was not in on this tidbit of my life. "I asked the doctor to put me on some the last time I had my check up. I figured it was going to happen sometime. And at that time I didn't want to be left unprepared... you know since all surprises don't leave everyone happy and joyful", I say as I bend forward gathering up the duvet from the floor and wrapping it around my now cold body. "And now if the inquisition is over and done with... I think I will head upstairs and let continue where we left off in my dream." I say as I turn my back towards him and start to climb the stairs.

"Oh no you don't!!!" Rishab mutters as he steps on my duvet preventing me from going any further. I tug at the duvet as I ignore him. He smirks at my attempts. In one startling move he gathers me into his arms and sprints down the remaining stairs and heads to the massive couch, while I kick the air and wiggle around putting on a tantrum, but secretly loving every minute of it.