THE NIGHT UNDER THE COMFORTER.
It was in the night. Astha saw around. It was her house but felt like Alien in her own house.She was in the GH. In her own thoughts, missing her hubby very badly. She was used to sleeping under his cuddling, under his cosy arms around her waist, his hot breath hitting her heaving breast his head settled on her neck, his nose nuzzling in her long golden strides of cascading water falls of the banyan tree, very silky and smooth.
She missed him very badly. She strode out of the Guesthouse which was allotted for her, she came out like the black cat in the dark, checking out in the hall, in the dark, if any one was around. The black silly cat was out and was waiting and taking its foot steps, one at a time and it reached its destination.
Her legs entered the room, where he was sleeping. The sight of it, made her cry at the instance she saw him lying on the floor, finding difficult to sleep, as he too, was in her thoughts, remembering his old memories with her, all along the journey, the way they both went through. He recollected the closeness, the intimacy, the love, the romance, the passion, the alluring attraction, the distance, the silence, the wanton, the absence of her around, the situations, the neediness, the uncomfortable situation, the possessiveness, the aggressiveness, the tension being eased, the closeness, the fragrance, the chatter box, the caring and craving eyes, the angelic face etc. He missed her very badly.
Astha peeped inside the room, and took the blanket and covered him, though it was not very cold, she felt she should wrap him with the blanket, or it was that she wanted to be wrapped under his muscular chest or his hands wrapped around her waist, or it was she wanted to wrap him in her tiny arms so tightly, that she will not miss him any time, or that the hug , the tight hug, will make them reach the heaven and the day wouldn't go beyond as the say, the world stood still because of their hot or understood passionate love.
She covered him. She lied next to him and kissed him on his forehead, to say that the missing is going to be only for few days. To say that though this distance is temporary, im here for you, my love is for you only, and the results of this temporary distance is for good, for our familys to be together. Though we are few meters far, we are nearer and closer and proximate in our heart, in our love,in our body, in our soul.
He woke up from his tiny slumber, sensing his tiny around, something kissing his forehead, it was her unique cherry lips, the flavour, the luscious straw berry lipstick, the gloss , the aura of her shining flawless face, like the moon, the saree too was like the moon, the light blue cyan color, more like the silver moon in the sky, in the dark, but see the white angel in the sky, as the moon, but the moon was not in the sky, but with him, next to him, kissing him, intriguing his senses to unleash and take her along into a sensuous sexy ride or hot bliss, which spoke the language of lust and love and the desire.
She made sure that Shonto had the milk which she mixed, as he should not be kabab mein haddi, which had sleeping tablets, as she knew that Shlok would be sleeping in the servants quarters. Shonto was in deep sleep. He was no more kabab mein haddi.
But somehow felt that he would be or the thought of making love in the open or in the dark with one more person around, felt sick, so he took her in her arms to her room.
All were sound asleep that no one could feel that somebody was wandering in mid of the night in the house. He laid her on the bed of hers. He shut the door silently and came and gave a 1000 watts crescent smile to her indicating the need of his, his little brother down doing the dance for locking in the with the key or his was the key and hers was the lock.
She was flat on the bed. He was on the other side next to her. No more talking was required. Now only action it was. His hands crushed her waist. He missed the kamar bandh which she wore on her first night. He wanted to break the pearl chain , showing how much he wanted her, the desire of his knew no measures, it would break the water dam and unleash the water and destroy the whole town.
He crushed her hip, the waist and she moaned in pleasure which arised from the weak spot. He kissed her lips, which started from the forehead, the followed to the nose and finally settled on the lips. The tongues were dancing in and out, no force here, as both were in mutual needing consent, the more and more he dipped his tongue inside her mouth, the more and more she encouraged with her breath and panting and her tongue twined with his, letting him know that there was no boundary set for tonight for the unlimited pleasure she wanted and the unlimited cooperation she gave to satisfy his passion to on her, by all ways and means.
His kisses went near her ears, and he licked on the weakest spot of her, below the earlobe, she crushed his white kurta on the shoulders, as she was unable to control her mountain volcano tingling sensation break in her body. She locked her hands around his neck with in the hair of his, and his lips settled on the collar bone of hers. He removed the saree pallu of hers, and gave an immense, long yearning look on her swollen bulby, blown perted bosoms. His hands crushed both of her heaving breasts which pained but she managed to groan with a moan as it was the ride in the galaxy with him.
His lips settled on those nipples of hers which was finding not to perk up, but as soon as his mouth started sucking on it, it stood stiff like the just blossomed lavender flower. It was on the blouse. The feeling was more good as done after he removed the blouse and threw it away somewhere far.His lips on her bare breast, his mouth on the nipples now, sucking and sucking and again sucking. One side the nipple being beeded with his hands and making it more stiff. His mouth now moved to the other nipple and trying to sooth the other sucked one as he bit and left the pain for her to devour the pleasure.
His lips now settled on her navel and dug inside her belly button to arouse her hidden inner goddess to unleash the devil inside of her. He bit her very badly there in the belly button. She begged her to stop, but he wouldn't. The rest of the saree and his clothes being torn and thrown, his lips found its way to her lock. The lock in the shape of Victory's first letter. No curls, clean and soft like the cotton bed, he dipped his tongue inside the first layer, then the second layer, he kissed, caressed, finally licked and bit her, her senses seeing the colors of rainbow, started in this end and reached that end. She got her orgasm and now wanted to be left free from his naughtiness as she could not take it any more. But he wouldn't leave her.
His mouth hovered her mouth with more aggressive kiss, her hands left a mark on his wide shoulders, from the long nails of hers, as she was in the lingering journey of wild fight in the forest among two wild cats, one was the lioness and the other Mr.Samba, the king of lions.
His center finger now inserted in her Core, he dipped in and out, again dipped it in and out , again dug it so deep that she writhed in pain and pleasure, he felt that he left the fish outside the water and made to quench for its life and begging to leave it back inside the water. Was he a sadistic. No he wasn't. Love making was an art. How and why or How and in what ways, the pleasure comes none knew. Both had their own agenda and each one understanding their partners, joined and made their bed romance more merrier in the ways they wanted and they desired.
He held her hands tightly now. He laid on her with his full strength and crushed her breasts with the entire manly weight of his. She squirmed in pain but she wanted more and more of this. She flipped him now to the other side and started trailing kisses from his lips to his waist to his V above his little member on his nipples and finally he pushed her down under him and he settled on her thighs, as they both knew that it was time, the joy ride should start.
He settled on her thighs, his inserted inside her, after some moves of rhythmic song of lady gaga or rihana or the soft ghazal of nuzrat fateh ali khan or the rocking music of AR Rahman or our recent crush Mr.Arijit singh in the back ground both reached the climax and got their orgasm. The head rest of the bed had hit on the wall, as he held his hands on the head rest to thrust inside her continousally for more than 10 to 15 times to get the pleasure of orgasm unlimited. She blushed and cried and bit his shoulders, he too bit her neck and left a hickey and settled on each others arms, cuddled into a bundle under the comforter, saying they were made for each other, meant for each other, not for this one life, but for next seven lives, or for the birth what ever they take, they were meant to be, destined to be, loved to be, made to be, for EACHOTHER.
THE PASSIONATE LOVE MAKING ENDED IN ONE MORE ROUND IN THE EARLY MORNING HOURS.
He peeped out of her room like the cat searching for its milk in the kitchen, he found his way to his quarters.
Astha blushed all thru. Thakuma wondered the previous night , the moans and groans was it like the thunder of the rain in this hot summer, wondering why it was thundering in the mid of night.
End of story.
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