Paarijat- A tale Of Desideratum
Final Shot
"Oh Maan." She sighed.
She lifted her hands helplessly to his face and cradled his hair roughened cheeks. Over and over her hands raced across the contours of his beloved face, molding and reshaping it and casting it to memory. Her palms tingled as she sunk them into thick springy hair and soothed his temples with her thumbs. She drew a finger against his long eyelashes then slowly trailed across the blade of his nose and finally paused at his mouth. Her hand had a fine tremor to it as it lightly traced his beautiful lips. Maan drew in a sharp breath as bolts of lightning raced across his skin at the innocent touch of this one woman. It was the worst kind of torture standing still beneath the fingers that explored him face so very lovingly, but not for the world was he going to let her stop this exquisite agony. The helpless caresses revealed far more of her state of mind and heart than she ever could with words. She hungered for him with a desperation no lesser than his.
She couldn't believe that she could touch him like this, that he belonged to her.
She realized she had spoken the words out loud when he cupped her face, forcing her to look into eyes that blazed with a barely leashed hunger.
"Oh yes, but you will believe it. Tonight, you will see yourself through my eyes and by the time I am done with you, you will know beyond the shadow of a doubt that you are the only woman for me."
"I longed for you Geet, every day. I said, I love you' to you a million times in my heart, but I regret the fact that I did not open my mouth and let you hear it. Oh how I regret that one fact. Never again Geet. With my words and my touch, I will let you feel every ounce of love my heart holds for you."
The heated words along with the freedom to touch him at will after longing for it for so long made her go a little crazy. Frenzied fingers raced over the bunched muscles of his back and he groaned out earthily. That raw sound had her involuntarily digging her nails into his back and his whole body clenched and arched with immeasurable pleasure at the sensuous bite her nails inflicted. He watched the half lidded languorous eyes of the woman before him, completely absorbed in the feel of his body and barely controlled the urge to pick her up and toss her on the bed behind them. Instead he reached for his vest and pulled it over his head.
Geet's slightly unfocused gaze took in the beauty of the wide muscled chest before her, but she did not enjoy the displayed perfection for too long. Her eyes widened in shock and a gasp left her mouth as she looked at the tiny nail pricks all over his chest that oozed blood. She hastily went behind him to check his back and sure enough she had left marks there too.
She whimpered and curled her hands into tight fists, refusing to touch him. She had only ended up clawing him in her desperate greed to feel all of him. She had barely touched him and look what she done to him already.
Maan was taken aback at Geet's sudden withdrawal and failed to understand it. He turned around to face her and saw her eyes flicker to his chest and then looked away quickly. He gazed down at himself and saw the marks she had left on his chest and his body responded urgently to what it saw as unbridled passion that this woman felt for him. He knew before long there were going to be lot more marks on both their bodies and refused to let her back off from the honesty of her true passionate nature.
He saw her bowed back and smiled tenderly. Her ears looked adorable all red from embarrassment. He lifted his hand and slowly traced the rim of one. He tested the softness of an earlobe and gently tugged on it. Her ears were on fire and she squeezed her eyes shut tightly, biting down on her knuckles to keep in the strange sounds that were trying to burst out of her throat. When he probed the vulnerable hollow beneath her lobes, she could no longer bear the caress and titled her head to the side trapping his palm between her ear and her shoulder. Maan simply reached out his other hand and pulled up the one she was torturing with her teeth and raised it to his mouth. With gentle sweeps of his tongue he soothed the indentations left by her teeth on the back of her hand. She jerked her hand away from his mouth and pressed her hands tightly together.
He turned her around slowly, unfurled her hands and spread them across his chest. She moaned and shook her head negatively, scared of her own passion. She turned around yet again and stood there trying to bring her body under some semblance of control.
"No Maan please let me be. I don't know what I might end up doing if we continue."
"Yes Geet yes. I am familiar with these claw marks. These are my guidelines to the chaos of your heart. Every sound that leaves your lips, every mark that you leave on my body is going to be my victory. Don't take it away from me Geet." Maan refused to let her back down. He refused to let her have even an ounce of the control back.
"I will release the wild woman that resides inside you and of whom you are so scared."
He reached out and snapped off the band that held her hair together and gently sifted his hands through it.
"In all these years, I have never seen your hair unbound. What needy hair you have Geet. I want every part of you clinging to me just like this." He watched in fascination as her hair clung and curled around his hand.
His fingers bunched into the mass eagerly and he just stood there absorbed in the feel of the curls. After a long moment he held it aside and planted his lips against the sensitive nape of her neck and then gently bit it.
Her endurance finally snapped and she turned to him in desperation, meshing her mouth onto his urgently, hungrily. An explosive heat uncurled in the pit of his stomach at the touch of that soft trembling mouth and any control he had over himself until then snapped in that heated moment. He let out a guttural groan and pulled her into his arms till their bodies were fused together completely.
There was a mad frenzy in the kiss as firm male lips devoured soft feminine ones. A desperation born of intense longing that had gone unanswered for so many years. Lips met and parted, only to come together more frantically, unable to believe the reality of it all.
They surfaced an eternity later, both their harsh breaths ringing a discordant melody that blended perfectly to create a breathtaking symphony.
He trailed the back of his fingers down her arms gently then encircled them, running his thumbs down the downy softness of her inner arms. As he reached her wrists he pulled her hands apart and grabbed them and jerked her to him. The hard heat of his chest cradled her softness and seared through the flimsy barrier of clothes that covered her. She tried to take a step back but he refused to let her budge. He crowded her against the edge of the bed and slid his hand around her bare waist pulling her up till she was stretched up on her toes and forced to cling to him for support. His gaze focused on the pulse that was throbbing wildly at the base of her throat and his mouth watered at the sight. He bent his head to suckle it, only to be rewarded as the beating against his tongue increased instantly.
"Do you know what it does to a man to know that he is wanted so wildly by a woman that she loses control over herself?" It drives him to insanity, and he wants to immerse himself in that madness and never surface for an eternity. So go ahead and drive me as crazy as you possibly can Geet. Let go of all the limitations you have set for yourself and let's live and die in this moment that belongs only to the two of us."
He picked her up and placed her on the bed, face down. Geet's body arched taut as a bow, as his mouth kissed its way down her spine. A trail of fire raced along the path his lips followed. As he reached the center of her back, barely covered by the strings of her blouse, he pulled on the flimsy barrier and it came off baring her back entirely. She gasped and flipped around facing him. In the rush the loose end of the saree came away from her chest exposing her to his gaze completely. The white hot blaze in his eyes scalded her and she crossed her arms reflexively to cover herself.
"I am not allowed to look at you. You will not touch me, and you do not want me to touch you. Very well then, let's do it your way. I shall close my eyes and my hands will not touch you anywhere except hold your hands. Agreed?"
She just looked at him warily part relieved, but mostly frustrated with herself.
She had not meant for that to happen. It was just that abandoning her inhibitions was not as easy as she had hoped.
"I will take your silence as an agreement Geet. Please hold out your hands to me." She peeked at him and found that his eyes were closed.
She breathed a slow sigh of relief and then silently berated herself for her cowardice.
She lifted her hands and placed them in his, staring at him avidly and fearlessly now that his own were closed.
"Geet I can feel that gaze of yours burning holes into my skin. If I am not allowed to look, then I am sorry but the same rule applies to you." She blushed and squeezed her own shut tightly.
"Will you trust me Geet?"
She nodded then gave a soft vocal assent. "Always Maan."
He threaded his palms through hers, kissed both of them softly and then placed her palms on her face. His own were anchored behind hers, but not touching any part of her skin other than the back of her hands. "I want you to feel what I feel when I touch you Geet. The earth shattering euphoria that you evoke inside me has to be felt to be understood in its entirety."
With those few sentences he took her on a sensual journey that ripped away the person she had thought she was all her life was and molded her into a whole new being who was fiercely alive. From her face to her toes, her fingers, guided by his, danced over her own skin with untamed abundance. She could not see with her eyes closed, but her fingers drew vivid pictures on her mind's eye. He was the master and she the puppet whose strings he pulled with her own hands orchestrating a dance so thrilling it left her breathless and set her ablaze.
Every time the feelings became too much to bear her fingers automatically curled into claws ready to dig into her own flesh to compensate for the sensory overload. He soothed the claws and slowed down till her fingers went limp and then the whole process began all over again, winding her up higher and higher like a coiled spring.
He smashed down every wall, every barrier she had built around herself until finally she could not control the passionate outpouring that arose from the depths of her being.
"I love you Maan, I love you. Oh dear God I love you so very much. Maan. Oh Maan. My Maan, my heart and my soul. You are my every dream come true. My soulmate. I need you Maan. I crave you with every fiber of my being. Please open your eyes and touch me Maan. Touch me with your eyes. Coz nothing and no one has ever looked at me the way you do with such longing and so much love. Love me with your hands, coz I ache to belong to you Maan. Let me feel all of you against me. Let me love you, and touch you and breathe you. Make me come alive Maan...make me yours."
Her words and her surrender enslaved his heart all over again and a blazing joy lit the depths of his soul. Being loved and wanted so by this woman made him feel like he was the king of the world.
He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead and then his lips trailed all over her face, his mouth learning the taste of the features that his eyes had worshipped forever. Small sips and licks that finally moved to her eagerly waiting mouth. Mouths melded hungrily in a decadent juicy caress that set every nerve ending on fire.
The bare upper halves of their bodies rubbed against each other and the friction left both of them electrified.
In spite of the sense of urgency he did not want to rush it in any way. This was a moment that they had both waited for a lifetime and he was going to draw it out for as long as he could hold on.
He unraveled the saree from her body as if he were unwrapping the rarest of gifts, one fold, one pleat at a time. Every curve and line that was revealed, he dressed it with his hot breath and his kisses. Delicate wisps of breath that she barely felt as they whispered over her skin to bruising ones that bore testimony to the passion raging inside him. Geet reveled in it all. She blossomed under his tutelage. Hers fingers roved all over the firm hard muscles that delineated his body. Shyness and reserve were long forgotten as she lost herself in learning the pleasure map of his body. Each hitched breath he held, she lingered and prolonged the caress a moment longer, till his body became a bundle of rigid muscles gripped tight in the maelstrom of passion.
Gasps and sighs filled the air and whispers turned to moans. Touch and taste followed the path charted by loving eyes. The lungs breathed in deeply, familiarizing themselves with the intoxicating scent that permeated the air. It was a feast of the senses that they both gorged on, lost in each other and a sensory world where nothing existed but the burning need to claim each other and to belong to one another.
The rain and the wind beat against the window, however the young lovers on the bed were oblivious to it, deeply engrossed as they were in creating an untamed storm of their own. It was a storm that washed over them, consumed them as their bodies came together, leaving their souls entwined for all eternity.
The Paarijat had finally bloomed.
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Edited by Susegad - 9 years ago
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