sometimes pragya had problems.
because -
she wanted to lick her husband's neck
bite his adam's apple
rub her cheek against his stubble
grab those big thick biceps in her small hands
feel his heart thud against her ear
peel off his shirt and trace curling patterns along his skin.
he was shameless so she'd seen almost all of him very early into their non-marriage.
but there was one part she hadn't seen
and she wanted to see and touch and taste there too.
she imagined having him at her mercy, undressed and lying on his stomach
she would straddle his back and map its contours
slowly drag his boxers down his powerful legs
tease his insteps with fluttery kisses
ease him into a false sense of coziness with a homely massage along his calves, and up his buttocks, and along his spine.
she imagined turning him over
holding her hand over his wicked mouth
having him accept the indication not to speak.
she would skim her fingers along his jaw
down the bridge of his nose
around his eyes
along his long lashes
across his lips.
she would bite his ear
kiss his neck
press her mouth to his hot skin, down and along his broad chest and flat belly.
she would dig her thumbs into the thick flesh at the top of his thighs
take a long careful look at the one mystery of his body still locked to her
take him in her hand
tease him with her fingers
put her mouth to him
let her hair brush against his legs as she explored her new task.
she didn't know how he would taste
she imagined salty and musky
she hoped appealing, or at least bearable
she ignored the whisper in her mind that told her she'd probably never find out.
she would draw back when he was hard and ready
climb onto him
take him into her
set his hands on her waist
hold onto him by the neck
try to close her hands around that broad column
hang tight.
not choke him, exactly
but
maybe a little.
she wanted to ride him in silence
well, silence from her
she could stand to hear some gasps from him
none of his wicked mean words
just primal sounds of breathing and bodies in motion.
she would keep her eyes closed
focus on the sensation
but she would know he'd be watching her body move
glancing down to where she'd accepted him into her.
his fingers would dance on her hips, wanting to move elsewhere
but it would be her fantasy
her way
so his hands would stay where she left them.
sometimes pragya had problems
getting these ideas out of her mind.
sometimes she'd see him across the room and freeze in place
flashing to any random one of the many things she wanted to do with him
to him
for him.
and of course her biggest problem
was that he would never, ever
even if she told him in specific detail
ever, ever believe that she wanted what she wanted.
and he'd never give it to her.
and she'd never take it.
and so
pragya just had problems.
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