She heard a knock at the door, her heart began to pound and her breathe shallow. She took her time getting to the door. She wanted to savour the anticpation, the desire. Another knock, this one a bit more furious. She opens the door, he is stood in the door way black top and white linen pants. She realises she is breathing a little hard. She cant help but stare at him. She takes him in, the way his top fits snuggly on him,his biceps bulging, strong rugged arms. The fitted pants accentuating each and every part of him. He is smirking at her. He knows she wants him. It enthralls him but right now he wants to play. He doesn't want to give her what she wants until he is satisfied.
They are silent, he walks in after her. He is holding a bag behind his back. He places it on the bed. She gasps when she reads Agent provocatuer'. She was not prepared for this. She thinks she understands what he wants. She goes to towards the bag but he places his hand on her wrist. His touch is electrifying . He then whispers into her ear why don't i help you'. She takes a step back. On cue, he begins to lift her kurta, his arms around hers as he negotiates with the buttons on the back- one snags and his patient is wearing thin- He asks her to turn her back to him, while he makes haste with the rest of the buttons. He is teasing her by running his fingers up and down her back in circular motions. She does not know how she is able to stand when her body is on fire, the intensity burning through her. She leans against him, head tiled, her hair in his face she can feel his breathe on her, she senses that he too is in pain. She can feel his body against hers, and wants nothing more to become his right there. He has others plans though, he begins to kiss her at the nape of her neck, as he undoes each button until there are no more buttons and the white kurt that she so lovingly chosen to wear this morning has been left discarded on the floor.
He then steps back, consuming each and every curve of hers, his eyes settle towards where her hair is covering barely covering her He mutters something to himself, she is not sure what he wants but she knows what she wants. She steps out of her remaining clothes and attempts to wear his present. She knows she must be blushing bright red but she doesn't care, right now all she knows is that her she wants him in every possible way. She takes a moment too long in undoing the zip of the garment. Before she knows it he is helping her again. Each time he touches her skin she trembles in ecstasy How is he so calm she wonders, she places her hands on his waist and brings him closer. She realises by the close proximity that he too is not calm in any shape or form. She inhales him, and feels intoxicated by his very being.
Each and every fibre of their bodies are calling out for one another, as they stand in front of each other intoxicated. She takes one step forward and she finds herself falling into his arms but she steadies herself for a moment.
"Raman wont you let me do something for you now" she says to him as she begins to make herself acquainted with his lips and the inside of his mouth...
Aaj phir tum pe pyaar aaya hai
Aaj phir tum pe pyaar aaya hai
Behad aur beshumaar aaya ha
(film-hate story2)
part 2 page 6
part 3 page 11
part 4 page 15
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