(15+) RiKara OS- A night on the recliner |Thank you for 100+ likes|

Omkara Singh Oberoi stared at the ceiling as he heaved a sigh when Gauri snuggled close to his warm body. All he'd wanted to do was to cover her up with a blanket when he'd seen her shivering on that tiny recliner placed strategically opposite to his king-sized bed. The poor girl never learnt to get used to the low temperature of the air-conditioner, and hadn't even bothered to ask him to turn it up a few notches to keep the room from freezing. "Jamm kar kulfi hi ho jayenge hum ek din" he recalled listening to her muttering around the room in those initial days of his wedded days. He hadn't really cared about her back then. Well, not completely true; he did care about her; he just refused to admit it to himself.

But today was different. Today she was not just his wife, but also the mother of his unborn child; a child that was conceived in his inebriated state. The news of the arrival of his child may have come across as a shock to him, but over the next few days, he had learnt to love his baby. Even when Gauri had dismissed his worry and his concern for her, and asked to be left alone, stating that there was no need for him to go out of his routine and do anything for her, he had made it very clear to her that he was doing it all for the baby. "Main kisi ke liye kuch nahi karta hoon; main wohi karta hoon jo mera mann karne ko kehta hai." Of course, he wouldn't let her know about how she was beginning to affect him. Neither would he show how he was beginning to get drawn towards her. Something akin to happiness always filled his heart when she would shudder from his touch while closing her eyes. In fact, it was her reaction that fuelled his male pride; her heaving breath and a rosy tinge of blush across her cheekbones was evidence that she enjoyed those gentle touches, accidental embraces and his proximity.

At present, he looked at the tiny form of his wife, curled up like a baby, against his own body. No sooner did he cover her shivering form with a blanket than she held his warm hand against her cold cheek. A tiny smile had curved her lips as she probably relished the relief she had found in warming up her cheek. An embarrassed and awkward Omkara had tried to pull his hand away from her hold, but had given up when he saw that she frowned in her sleep due to that unwelcomed movement he had caused by trying to pull his hand away, that almost interrupted her sleep. And so, he had decided to settle on the couch, and wait till she was in deep slumber, after which he would ease his hand out of her hold and go back to the bed.

"Big mistake!" he thought to himself as she tossed and turned in her sleep, without letting go of his hand. With her head resting on his shoulder, and her breath fanning his neck, Omkara tried really hard to ignore how her body felt against him. He had never been someone who would take advantage of anybody. However, every time her body brushed against his, or every time her movement caused her lips to brush against the skin of his shoulders blades, he felt his body turn warmer. He was too aware of how her body fit against his. He tried moving away, only to be threatened by gravity, almost falling off of the recliner. He also couldn't afford to wake her up; an angry Gauri was worse to deal with, he reckoned. She looked as innocent as an angel while she slept; almost unaware of the world while lost in her own little dreamland. A slight line of frown surfaced on her forehead as a few strands of hair brushed her cheek. Omkara was happy to oblige and move her hair away from her face. Bending his head ever so slightly, he blow gently over her face, almost mesmerised by how breathtakingly beautiful she looked when she wasn't chattering something gibberish. Without any thought, he brushed his nose against the top of her head; an action done so subconsciously. She smelt like wild flowers and sunshine. He could get used to this; he would love to get used to this; breathing in her scent while she lay asleep in his arms.

Pulling slightly away from her, he noticed that a few strands of hair still lingered on her lip, and soon, Omkara found himself brushing the tip of his fingers against her pale rosy lips. All of her sudden, her lips seemed quite tempting and inviting, and he shocked himself by wondering what she tasted like. He was taken by surprise when he wondered about sampling the taste of her lips. The thought left his mind as quickly as it struck him. He gulped and froze when her eyelids moved, almost waking up and he was afraid of being caught staring at her with lascivious thoughts running in his mind. He realised that he had held his breath for such a long time, only when he exhaled that breath.

And then, his breath hitched. She pulled his hand, which she held in her clasp, closer to her body causing the back of his hand and his knuckles to brush against the swells of her breasts. The sensation sent flames of white hot fire through his entire body. Of course, he wasn't new to knowing how a woman's body felt like; he had been in a live-in relationship earlier where he had been accustomed to knowing a woman's curves. But right now, lying so close to the woman whose presence in his life he'd grown accustomed to, who was carrying his child within her, he felt the urgent need to touch her and know her intimately.

He pulled her closer to himself and wrapped her up in his arms. He leaned his forehead against hers, and sighed again as he felt their warm breaths mingle, with a space less than an inch between them. Brushing his nose against her jaw, his lips found the path to her ears. Placing a feathery kiss on her earlobe, he continued to place tiny kisses below her ear. He kissed the length of her neck and almost stopped when he heard her gasp softly and whispering his name. Lifting his head up, with his eyes filled with passion, he saw her face and his heart did a double take. Her eyes were closed, and her teeth dug into the flesh as she bit her bottom lip to refrain from making any noise. She was so lost in the moment, that she couldn't help calling out his name in worship.

When he did not move an inch and simply froze, Gauri opened her eyes and looked at him. No words were spoken; it was always their silence that communicated because with each other, they never found any use for words. Their eyes spoke in volumes. Bewitched by the depth of his eyes, she snaked her hand behind his head, and her palm settled at the back of his neck. The trance between them did not break, and while she gently pulled him towards her, he allowed her hand to guide him. He found solace as she gasped again when his lips met the skin at the nape of her neck. He would know in the days to come that it would be this very same spot which would turn his meek shy wife into the wild passionate fire that she contained within. Gauri hissed as his teeth nipped at her delicate skin, leaving a reddish tinge that branded her. And she grabbed his hair in her fists as he soothed the mark with a gentle suckle.

She turned her face, relishing the prick of his stubble against her neck and cheek while his hand settled on her hip. Cupping his face with one hand, she brushed her lips against his. He almost felt the static, but this time he didn't pull away. He craved for more. He pressed his lips into hers, and he dared to say that she tasted like paradise. He drank in her taste, each time demanding more, and she readily let him savour what she was offering him. His teeth sank into her bottom lip, and he toyed with it by tugging it gently; a tease that she found appealing and exciting. His hand found its way up her waist, and skimmed gently over her ribs through the cotton fabric she wore. Her heaving breath told him that she luxuriated in the sensations that ran through her soul. The thrill of learning about the contours of her body sent shivers up his spine, and it had nothing to do with her fingers that ran down the length of his back.

His hand finally came to rest against the mound of her breast, and she arched her head back when she felt his thumb and index working on the protruding tip of her bosoms. The kiss deepened and she felt his tongue taste her mouth. Gauri felt her ears hum, and everything that Omkara was doing to her created a stormy chaos in her body. Her emotions chose to be at bay at the moment, while her body wanted to seek gratification. It was only when she inhaled a laboured breath had she realized that she was under Omkara's body; and she wasn't complaining at all. In fact, she loved the way his body felt against her.

Omkara continued his ministrations with his hand busy at her breasts and his lips working on her mouth. On primal instinct kicking in, he locked her hands above her head in his hold, and dipped his head onto her shoulder, as he rocked his pelvis, once, against her hip in the fashion of the age-old horizontal love dance. Gauri's eyes flew open at the obviousness of how she had affected him, how hot he was for her, and in response, she whispered his name.

"Omkaraaa..." she murmured against his ear, and that was when realization dawned on him. He was almost suffocating her with his weight by lying on top of her, that too when she was pregnant. He moved away from her as if he had been scalded by her and stood a few feet away from her. She lay on the recliner, blinking at his sudden reaction. He watched her lying there in front of him, flushed cheeks, swollen lips and messy hair, and it took every single fibre of will power to refrain himself from carrying her to the bed and ravishing her.

Silence prevailed. She rose from the recliner and made her way to the bathroom. After what she had let him do to her, and the frustration of her body of something being left incomplete, she needed some time alone. Splashing water on her face, she looked at herself in the mirror. The mark at her neck had turned to a pale shade of purple. Blushing at the events that took place a few minutes back, she went into the bedroom. She found Omkara sleeping on the edge of the bed. She also noticed that her pillow was moved from the recliner to the bed. As she neared the bed, she heard him mumble, asking her to sleep on the bed, along with a stern warning not to argue with him. Gauri listened to what was told, and slept next to him. Minutes passed by. She looked at Omkara's back that was towards her, shaking her head knowing that while he was probably asleep, she would not have a minute's rest. Little did she know that sleep was far, far away for Omkara as well. Both of them sighed as they thought to themselves, This night was going to be a really long night.