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This time I'm in control; so you be my good girl and don't move your hands. I'm going drive you crazy, then stop, then do it all over again until you beg me to finish this. Even then, I won't. I'm just going to do every naughty thing to you until your mind and body explode. His tone authoritative but mischievous at the same time ... She wanted to glare but the way he rubbed their bodies together made her weak.
Gauri bit her lip when he carelessly opened the only knot of her almost backless blouse. Didn't I tell you to change? He asked massaging her shoulders. It was after two weeks that he had come back after completing his exhibition in Italy and even then all he wanted to make was not love but more paintings.
She was really supportive when he missed all the functions of the ShivIka wedding in a blink, when the four walled room in his studio apartment became his escape and when he professed more love for papers, brushes and colors than his wife but she had missed him so much. Is it not understandable for him, did he not miss her?
She realized he did ... He did miss her very much when she lay underneath him on a beautiful and soft hand woven mattress gracing his studio floor. She came well prepared to fight with him for not coming to her Bade Bhaiyya's wedding ... She had herself began to suffer an imaginative head ache to leave the function and come to a certain stubborn but wickedly handsome Jatadhari who was busy admiring his wife's proportions right now.
He very well recognized that look in her eyes which said she was annoyed with him more than anything, particularly him, actually only him. She lay completely petrified under his command, her lips quivering while his hands corner both her sides. Her breathing hastens, the intense rhythm of her heartbeat undergoes an irregular count, hammering quicker than the lightning bolt as his hand slithers towards her body, searching smoothly for the seam of her lehenga. She has done too much inconvenience for the day ... Yeah, it is her Bade Bhaiyya's wedding today but how many times does he have to keep telling her to not wear backless clothes in any such parties or functions ... Its good that she came to meet him instead of attending the wedding.
She is trying to be indifferent. It doesn't do to let someone with an charm like his know how much power he has. She does not lean in, does not make it easy or seem too keen. Then he brushes her hair back from her shoulder and moves in so close she can feel his lean body pressed up against arousing. She feels his warmth and already her mind has placed their lips together. But instead he leans in to caress her neck, slow and gentle. He's making her wait and she can hardly bare it.
He knows that once he kisses her neck all the resistance will crumble. After just a few delicate touches of his warm lips her hands will start to do his bidding. They will fall down his back as her head swims, all previous thoughts stopped in their tracks. Now there is only one desire, one wish, and they both know it's just a matter of time before it happens.
She smiled scarlet when he caressed her cheek bone. The way he looked at her always made her feel important and really wonderful.
It had always been written in their gaze, a chemistry, a seed of love, an invitation to learn about the other. Always with a crowd, they stood apart, hearts beating all the faster until any chance to talk came and today was another chance for their bodies to communicate without the need for words.
She felt hot breath on her neck, then the tender brush of lips. Burning as they make contact with my neck. His hand runs through her hair, as the kisses become harder and more urgent. Another hand slides around her waist, and pulls her close to his pine scented body. His kisses are now on her shoulders and in her hair. She wants his lips now, she wants his kisses. Then he cups her face in his hands and gives her what he knows she wants.
This is not what she had thought would happen when she asked 'for a word' over romancing paintings but she is certainly not going to object. The way he kisses her is one of the most sensual happenings, she loved it. His lips was warm and tasted of coffee. His hands were wrapped around her waist and hers locked around his neck pulling him down slightly.
Expectedly, his hand drifted to her hip. It settled there and pulled her closer. She inhaled sharply. She was against his warm chest, chiseled to perfection. Must he be so perfect? She splayed her hand against it, intending to push him away, but instead she left it there. His breathing quickened as did hers. He began nuzzling her neck with delicate kisses. So faint, they were whispers. She urged herself to push away, but couldn't. Her limp body began to tremble uncontrollably. His head was angled slightly to the side as his lips came closer and closer to hers. She was surprised to find her own lips parted. Their breaths mingled. Her heart fluttered inside her chest. At first, it was a delicate butterfly of a kiss. Then his arms encircled her and he nibbled her lower lip.
When they broke apart for air, she rested her forehead against his and gathered some much needed oxygen. His smirk told her everything and she smiled back, sinking into his hold.
She hesitantly looked up at him, totally giving up the idea of fighting with him. Can she think of fighting with such delicious man? The swirls of emotion she saw in his eyes made her gasp. Love and desire. However, before she could ponder about it further, he yanked her to him and covered her mouth with his in a hungry kiss. As their lips crushed together, she felt like she was walking on air. It was magic, the way his lips connected with hers. His mouth was so warm, the caress of his lips softer than she could have imagined and she opened her mouth with a low moan.
One touch and it was over, it was always that way with Gauri. She felt electricity in her skin, hormones shutting down of her higher brain and the rise of her animal self. From there on in it was all passionate, intense, intoxicating. She breathed deep. In. Out. Within a split second her continuosly ringing mobile phone is forgotten, her mentally prepared notes of argument are forgotten ... Time is forgotten. The side of his thighs are pressed against hers. He's sure of himself, he thinks he is in control. She surrenders completely. She wanted this for so long now, craved his flesh, his tongue tasting her breath. They are both caught up in the moment.
Every kiss has a raw intensity - breathing fast, heart rates faster. Then before she could know how it happened both of them are naked and their skin is moving softly together, like the finest of silk. She is able to feel his hand and its not so gentle caress past her navel ... Their tongues entwined in a in a different kind of kiss, and then he's inside, changing her breathing with every thrust, hearing her moans timed to his body. Then all at once he stops and kisses her stomach, his hands light; then he's licking and using his fingers all at once, watching her reaction, feeling how her legs move, watching her body writhe. He tells her that he is going to make her beg for it and she just lets out a moan, unable to articulate a response. In seconds he is inside her again again, harder this time, just long enough to intoxicate her mind before stopping again. If it's begging he wants, he has to stop long enough for her brain to understand all his intentions and start functioning again first.
His thumb rubbed around a sweet spot and her eyes rolled back into her head. So close. The strength of what was building was staggering. Mind-blowing. Her body was going to be blown to dust, atoms,She came, groaning, every muscle drawn taut. It was almost too much. Almost...
His fingers marked the skin of her chest as He drove his tongue inside her, setting off another shattering moan that was music to his ears. She was quite an instrument to play, so finely tuned, and if he touched her right, she made the most glorious sounds raw, intense, absolutely delicious noises of pleasure as he plundered her with his tongue. She grabbed his hair, yanked and pulled him closer as he'd told her to do. He thrust one finger inside her, crooking it and hitting her in the spot that turned her moans into one long, high-pitched orgasm. She shuddered against him, her legs quaking, and when he finally slowed to look up at her, he saw her hair was a wild tumble, and her face was glowing.
He whispered her name as their bodies touched again. Slowly, we became entwined
our hearts fusing into one, while their bodies moved to the rhythmic sounds of the murmurs of sweet nothings in our ears
His tongue carved every inch of her body like she was clay for him. His kisses were long and deep. She gasped for air. They moaned... louder. He thrust... Deeper. Arms and legs tangled. Listening to the satisfied sounds of the beating of their hearts. Deep into the silence of the night.
As he leant foreword, her pulse raced. A small lock of hair tumbled in front of her face, resting just in front of her cheek, but with one swift slide of his thumb, it was brushed out of the way. Looking into his eyes she saw deep pools of brown that displayed his soul. His lips touched her cheek. Her heart came to a halt. Breath caught in her throat. Their fingers locked together similar to pieces of a mosaic. As the soft skin of his mouth left the side of her face, the exact spot where they had come into contact burned and tingled. A hot blazing fire pulsed through Gauri. A small grin crept onto her face and her cheeks painted themselves rose red. He pulled away silently, but our eyes locked, having a private conversation of their own.
He wrapped her protectively in a warm swaddle of chest and arms and buried his face in the crook of her neck. Gauri snuggled in, In that moment the arms squeezed a fraction tighter and she breathed more slowly, her body melting into his as every muscle lost its tension to the sensuosly warm air surrounding them.
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