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DEAR HUSBAND
Gauri woke up with a start. It was lightning outside and there was also a heavy outburst of rain. Just then a jolt of thunder struck. She looked at the adjacent side of the bed. It was empty. She looked at the digital clock placed on the nightstand. It read 12:14 AM. It was already past midnight. Where was Omkara? is he still doing something artistic at this ungodly hour?
Getting up She smiled looking at her manifestation in the mirror ... Wearing an oversized something like a shirt ... She folded up the sleeves, Gauri made her way into the hall. Just then she saw a faint light coming from the study room. She tiptoed towards the study and found that the door was open. Then she saw him... Wearing one of her favorite black kurta , which those tiny buttons tightening on his chest, exposing literally nothing but serving too much for her to devour, Omkara sat before a pile of papers writing something very seriously. His skin was was tanned yet clean ... She simply knew DELICIOUS! and she couldn't stop staring at his bespectacled form. She was imagining what all would have been visible if those buttons had dropped open a little lower. She felt like a teenager who was watching something which was forbidden. She was getting various tempting thoughts by the second. Watching him sit there unaware and without a care in the world, immersed in his work, tied him up in knots. What was he doing so late at night in the study room? Unable to control her inquisitiveness, Gauri went near him
Not willing to startle or scare him, she whispered a mild 'Hi!' and put a peck on his cheek.
"Hey! I didn't mean to wake you up." He said astonished looking at the oversized red and black checkered shirt she was wearing ... 'HIS SHIRT' made a comfy dress for her.
"It wasn't you that woke me up. It was the rain." Gauri reasoned trying not to be cranky.
"Getting any writing done?" Gauri asked ... Her fingers caressing his beard
"A bit..." he looked back at his notebook and shook his head.
"I'm stuck." He was tired
She came to stand in between him and the desk and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, planting a small kiss on his neck. He put his hands on her arms and leaned back a bit, making a soft, contented sound.
"I'll figure it out eventually."
They stayed in comfortable silence for a second, both staring at the ink in his notebook. He sighed and closed the notebook.
"Don't you think ... Its time for good men to be in their bed ... Relaxed and cherishing?" Gauri asked him playfully twisting her fingers in his hair.
" Just hought of writing something down and you know me. Once I start writing..." Om fumbled for words.
'...you don't stop until you complete it. I know, I know." Gauri said with a chuckle.
"Why don't you go back and sleep? You have an important meeting tomorrow." Omkara said playing with the fold in her sleeve.
"No, it's alright. I am not sleepy anyways and the weather won't allow me to sleep." Gauri was tracing those little buttons.
'But still...' Omkara was now swirling finger patterns in her wrists.
"No buts. I won't go back to that cold and deserted bed. If you want to come back to bed and make me sleep, I am ready to sleep." No wonder she started sounding frustrated.
"Ahaan." Feeling his smile she didn't move, and then felt his gaze flicker to her chest, conveniently at eye level. She also smiled. "To bed or to sleep?" He teased ...She took his hands and put them on her hips and he naturally drew her closer to him until She had to reposition her legs to straddle his.
He rested his head against her stomach and she felt him draw a deep breath n and let it out.
"Doesn't matter to me. This is nice too." Omkara closed his eyes against the fabric of her garment.
She felt him smile, and it tightened things low in her belly. Running her hands up his back and into the soft mane of hair , she snuggled him in.
"You need to relax, love... take some time and just breathe." She said worrying
"Isn't that what I'm doing right now?" He looked up at her and gave a cocky little grin.
She made a sound of frustration and pushed him away a bit.
"You know that's not what I mean. You've been running yourself ragged and you're going to be no good by the end of the week and that's when you have your exhibition." The crazy mad wife in her was surely resurfacing.
"I'll be fine." He mumbled.
He was irritated and she watched him shut down and distance himself from her, trying to get up from the chair.
"Oh no, you're not going to do that." She lifted his chin and he looked at her, a petulant look on his face. "For the love of your wife. You have got to relax. Seriously. Please don't make me be the bitch and make you."
His eyes sparked a bit, but the side of his mouth turned up. "Make me? That sounds... interesting." He pulled her closer again and planted a small kiss on her chin, and held her where the collar was. She made a soft mewing sound; half frustration, half sigh. He burrowed his face closer.
"Hmm... I like that noise. Don't be mad, ok? I'm relaxing now." He trailed kisses along the now pulled down collar of his shirt then trailing his hand down he pushed his hands into the the fabric, soft and warm, tickling her.
She gave up and gave in, leaning into his kisses. He must have sensed her change in mood and his enthusiasm picked up, hands sliding up and down of the shirt to play across her lower back. Sweet, soft, gentle touches. Pulling away, he smiled from under his eyelashes and ducked down to lift the loose clothing and kiss her belly.
She moaned and his head came up, a smile on his face. "You like this? Standing up?"
Her voice caught and she had to clear my throat and start again. "I... I won't be able to stand for much longer..." She said holding the edge of the desk
"So don't." He pulled her onto his lap, smiling knowingly, her heat pressed against his hardness. They were face-to-face trying and reading each others eyes , and smiled at each other. She took off his glasses and trailed kisses down his face and cheeks, spending extra time along his jawline and behind his ears.
"This is a funny way..." he said between kisses "... to make me do something." Not at all complaining. She chuckled nibbling his earlobe.
"So what were you writing at this hour husband?" She whispered into his ear.
"Nothing much ... Just the night, the moon and the stars. The stars helping to hide the imperfections of the moon by their continuous blinking And attracting attention to themselves before anyone can actually look closely at the moon to see the blemishes." He said looking into her eyes and she smiled innocent.
"I love to see you plot and plan whatever you write. The play of expressions on you face is worth watching." She playfully tried to imitate a few when his his hand slid under her shirt to caress her hip.
Gauri couldn't help but stare at Omkara . This was the guy who had swept her off her feet, a couple of months back. The first time they had made love to each other, she felt like she was in heaven. Since that day, Omkara made her feel happy, cherished and most importantly, loved. The love for her was quite evident in his eyes. He looked at her and all she could do was go weak in the knees. She knew that it was quite insane but her husband had that power and all she always gave in to his desire.
"Hello? There or lost somewhere?"
Just then there was another jolt of thunder and Gauri was pulled out of her reverie. She looked at Omkara blankly.
"Hello? There or lost somewhere?"
Just then there was another jolt of thunder and Gauri was pulled out of her reverie. She looked at Omkara blankly.
'You know, you are not making it easy for me Omkara" said Gauri in an irritated voice, mustering all the strength she could, so that he didn't realize how turned on she was.
'What did I do now?' said Omkara with a mischevious look.
'You didn't do anything. But you just speak a lot with those eyes of yours.'
'What did you hear that my eyes spoke?'
"You look at me with that heated expression and intensity as if I am the only thing present in this room and all you want to do is ravish me. I can't concentrate on literally any kind of work when you keep looking at me that way. Either you should divert your look at something else or take me to the bedroom." Gauri confessed to him reminiscing all the sweet nothings of him
'Ah! I never knew my eyes spoke that much. And whatever you just said is quite true. I just don't want to ravish you. I want to make you mine again and again... Mark you and possess you, make you scream and have my way with you. And I don't find anything that interesting in this room, to give all my attention to." He said opening the first button of the red and black shirt.
"Tell me what do you think of me? What do you feel for me?" Again she asked some things she very well knew opening the second button showing off a slight hint of the black lace she was wearing underneath.
With that he sought her mouth again with his. The kiss was wild, passionate and it was just a hint of what was going to come. Once they were breathless, Gauri ended the kiss with her tongue tracing Omkara's lower lip. Her lips were swollen and she knew that this was going to be one of the longest nights for her, a lot of sweet torture awaited. She started lifting her hips off him, when he pulled her down.
He kissed her neck with a many gentle kisses. She knew he wanted to trail those lips all over her body lips until he has painted her with wetness. He will kiss every freckle that lies on her neck and back and arms and chest and belly. His hands will glide and press and flex against her flesh.
Swaying her in his arms he stood up to walk out of the study.
"You like babying me ... Don't you." Her giggles in his chest were silenced by the now darker shade of his eyes.
Once they were in the bedroom, Omkara closed the door with his foot and placed Gauri on the bed. His eyes met hers only to find that she was as eager and as willing as he. Without wasting any further time, he started undoing the buttons of his kurta.
He was a perfect lover. A man of quiet confidence who never gave himself away yet when he was with her he gave all of himself. The world evaporated when he looked at her, undressed her slowly careful to caress and touch her body with his eyes, his hands, his essence. He mesmerized her with his touch, the kisses to her neck, to her cheek, and finally to her lips that sought his. His lips were firm, warm, and sure. His tongue probed her mouth, dancing with hers in the mystery of two people coming together, not to be explained, but to be enjoyed to its fullest.
So they laid naked, bodies touching, he fondling her breasts, twisting the crests , pulling at them until the formed taut peaks. Her arms draped around his neck and she sighed with the electrical sensations he sent through her. He had her the way he wanted her, vulnerable to him, not holding back. Gently he bit her shoulder, the bed wide, soft, cradling her form. He paused for a moment just to look at her, drinking in what he was about to take, feeding what his body craved, needing to taste her.
"I yearn to touch your soft skin and to send messages of my desire and patient love deep into you, so your entire body will know of my care." Omkara said loosening the twist of her bun.
"And?" Gauri asked intrigued and attentive.
"I want to give you what little knowledge I posses. I want to bless you with all good things. I want you to know tranquility and peace, but also turbulent passion and lust." He said massaging her chest.
"And?" Gauri was just able to helplessly moan.
"I want to caress and massage your body. I want to see every inch of you as I touch you. I want to close my eyes and memorize your body from the tactile sensations that shoot into my brain as I touch you, so I can see and feel you when I am away from you." Omkara let her know as his beard pricked her skin.
Whatever he was doing to her ... It was becoming quite a habit for Gauri seducing her by making love with everything he did, the touches, the words, the gaze. She knew there was no line between seduction and lovemaking. Her man often confused her inhibitions of harm and pain by soft and caring words and touches and love.
He was on top of her and again took her mouth. His tongue traced the outline of her lips and once she parted her lips, his tongue entered and found hers. He kissed her one more time before nibbling at her lower lip. He traced a path from her lips to her neck. He kissed at the junction where her neck and shoulder met. It was one of her sensitive spots. He bit the skin lightly and then blew on the spot. Gauri moaned and arched into him.
"Don't stop, Om. Please don't ... Just don't" she pleaded ... She cried
"I don't intend to." Omkara continued to touch her everywhere.
"Don't stop, Om. Please don't ... Just don't" she pleaded ... She cried
"I don't intend to." Omkara continued to touch her everywhere.
He spread her legs and he leaned over to sniff the musky odor of her womanhood. Gently with his fingers he spread her swollen soft folds and flicked his tongue over the spot that would bring her to ecstasy. The taste of her sweetness, her body aroused, her juices spilling over his mouth and chin and she moved. Oh how she moved to his touch gyrating in a circular motion, her hips unable to contain the sensation that he gave effortlessly and so expertly. Inserting his finger into the wetness and the silky smoothness of her entrance, he brought her rosebud to his lips and sucked driving her to want him, to want him inside her, to want to be not only taken, but to be consumed by him.
He slid up her body taking her mound in his mouth, his erection poised at her entrance, pulsating, dripping with desire to enter her and yet he waited, waited for her to cry out for him, begging him to end the agony of uncontrollable desire that engulfed her. Rising to his knees he took his hand and raising her arms over her head and held them with one hand as his erection slowly, ever so slowly invaded her folds, probing her cave of sweetness and warmth. He was a master at tantalizing her as he stroked her in and out, pleasuring her, devouring her womanhood that only he could.
She swelled around him, her responses saturating him. Her breathing was ragged with the slow delicious torture that he provided. She licked her lips and he slid himself out of her and slowly inched his body inside her again. He braced himself by placing his hands on the headboard to allow her eager core to feel his erection sucking and accepting him in deep into the back of her body. With his teeth clenched he could feel her hand guide him in and out of her ... Needy and demanding, the veins of his manhood bulging, the fullness of his seed building slowly inching its way to its destination.
He slid up her body taking her mound in his mouth, his erection poised at her entrance, pulsating, dripping with desire to enter her and yet he waited, waited for her to cry out for him, begging him to end the agony of uncontrollable desire that engulfed her. Rising to his knees he took his hand and raising her arms over her head and held them with one hand as his erection slowly, ever so slowly invaded her folds, probing her cave of sweetness and warmth. He was a master at tantalizing her as he stroked her in and out, pleasuring her, devouring her womanhood that only he could.
She swelled around him, her responses saturating him. Her breathing was ragged with the slow delicious torture that he provided. She licked her lips and he slid himself out of her and slowly inched his body inside her again. He braced himself by placing his hands on the headboard to allow her eager core to feel his erection sucking and accepting him in deep into the back of her body. With his teeth clenched he could feel her hand guide him in and out of her ... Needy and demanding, the veins of his manhood bulging, the fullness of his seed building slowly inching its way to its destination.
Their movement of the man and his wife coupling in the pureness of primal desire, the need to expose themselves to feel all that each other had to offer fueled the urge , his tongue stroking the inside of her mouth, her moaning with pleasure because of it. Time had no meaning but the bodies yearned to fulfill the ultimate destination of their journey into each other's soul and he slid his tongue from her mouth, dragged it down her body ...his hard length slick silken entrance. It is then they moved in a rhythm that only lovers do, a perpetual symphony of pushing and grinding, rising and falling towards the ultimate goal.
Their bodies moved and their breaths came in short gulps as they rose. The sensation of pure ecstasy shooting through her hips, her pelvis, her lips swollen tightly around him, she crested biting her lip as waves of her orgasm sent her to a place where only lovers can go. He could feel her rising and he stroked faster chasing her to the top where he exploded, stream after stream of his seed spurting inside of her seeking to fill every fold, consuming him wanting the feeling to never end.
When spent each completely drained, they lay in the silence of the night, words not needed nor required only sound the quiet breathing of love making that leads to a peaceful slumber.
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