"I want something more Gauri." Omkara demanded massaging her back with some soap.
Gauri realized his intentions very well now. She was happy too. Her husband wanted to kiss her, wanted to touch her ... wanted to let down his emotional guards. She now knew what being a wife truly meant.
She blushed at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, pulled her hair into a high ponytail. "I want to touch you and own you and cause you bruises in all the inappropriate places." He said while she covered herself with a towel.
Today. Right a few minutes ago. Omkara, her husband saw her ... bare ... exposed ... naked. Not only that ... He stepped closer to her and touched her like a husband should touch his wife.
"Please. Tonight." He turned and grabbed her, his arms melting around her. On his neck was a mark. just beginning to ripen reminding her of their kitchen romance. She kissed it. "Ma'am." He purred the word into her hair, began nuzzling at her neck.
She smiled up at him and caught his mouth with hers, kissing him to quiet his pleas. "Trying to sweet-talk me, aren't you?"
He nodded. "Obviously."
"I love it when you do." She said overwhelmed with how intimacy can feel ... so many emotions.
"Really?" The surprise flickered in his voice with enough force that the moment the words came between them he instantly regretted it. "Good."
Though it was an attempt at saving face, she laughed anyway; a gentle noise that lilted upward, hit him right in the chest.
"I like it. I take it as a compliment that you're still trying to woo me."
"Of course I am ... Ten months of marriage to a beautiful woman." He said, tilting her in his grip. "Just trying to keep things romantic and all."
"The mark." She rubbed his neck.
"What about it?"
"When you feel them remember I love you." Her devotion enveloping her.
"I know you do." He said. "I see it as...a shorthand. Our currency, I suppose."
"Oh, this isn't a business deal." She chided. "You know that." She batted at him, laughed as he grabbed her again. "And it would have nothing to do with simply angling for more kisses, would it? All this sweet talk." She stroked his face, remained deadpan despite the hot ache within her.
"Nope."
"Nothing to do with the fact your hand is edging under my towel?" she kissed him again, let him pull the thin, white fabric away and carry her towards the bed. He fell backward and took her with him into creaking springs and disarrayed sheets.
"Utterly coincidental," He sighed, the words blooming upward from between a flurry of more snatched kisses.
"Well then," She said, "So long as that's settled." She laughed, caressed his wet kurta. "We've nothing to worry about."
"Nothing."
"Liar." She ran her hand over the buttons tightening on his chest.
"I know you were watching me in the shower." She gave away herself with a tempting look.
"Oh you caught me?" He sighed languidly, "You're blaming me for this?" Another jerk of his hardening flesh followed into the skin of her thigh. "You don't realize what you do to me ... innocent woman.
"Kiss me again. She said fisting his collar.
"I know better than to do that." He said, brushing her hair from her face. "You smell so good, you know? Sweet as honey, Wild as orchids ... raw."
"Thank you." He helped her discarding his kurta, luxuriated in the feel of their warm bodies weighted against each other. "Do that thing with your teeth," she said, "you know where you bit me. I loved that."
"This thing?" He leant back, moved his flattened palms over the soft skin of her belly and up, over her crests, cupping the flesh there. He felt her peaks begin to harden under his touch, the skin yielding upwards prickling with goose-flesh despite the warmth, a long purr coming with it. Soon enough, let his fingers sink between her thighs and split apart her darkening insides.
At first he was tentative, letting her set the pace, her body opening up for him like some rare flower until she pulled him nearer, their mouths meeting, his fingers teasing her. He let out a small gasp of surprise.
"What?" she rolled onto her side, fixed her dark eyes on him. "Not backing out on me, are you?" Her voice was mellifluous. "Unless you are?" Just as fast she turned serious again, her body pulling away from his. "Are you? I don't want to make you uncomfortable." He was a bit doubtful.
"Will you be happy Gauri ... if I want to touch you? He asked. "You are and will be the only man Om ... and I want to be your only woman. She said pecking his chin. "Just surprised, that's all. You're usually more of a prim and proper shy person."
"A shy person who knows my man will be a petty brat all day unless I give him what he wants."
"Oh." He moaned, his face creasing. "Don't say that. I hate to think I'm being indulged."
"It's okay." She smiled. "Hardly a chore, is it?"
"I suppose not." He bent, caught her lips with his and soon enough she turned it back into grasping, urgent need. "Thought I'd chance it."
"I noticed."
They lay out, feet tangled in the kicked back sheets for a while and listened to one another breathe, the wall clock tick as time spun, suspended itself. Though they were silent, the familiar touches and signals crackled between them. He pulled her nearer, buried his face in her neck, let her smell push down into every part of him as though to do so would allow him to carry her with him always. He kissed her forehead, smiled down at her. "What are you doing?"
"Rubbing your back." The words came out muffled as she spoke, her breath skittering across his chest.
"I know but your nails - it's a little rough." The final word was choked out, the letters clinging to a coughed groan.
"I know."
"Would you like to stop?" He asked, laughing.
"Not really." she said. "I like those noises I'm getting out of you."
"Oww ... you sex appeal of a woman."
"Ooh." she sat up, reached down towards his chest. "That was a good one."
He blushed, laughed into the pillow. "Always the noises."
"Look at me." her hair trailed over his shoulder, she kissed his cheek. "Don't hold back, I want it, I want you. It's lovely. I love it."
He looked up at her, calm, tentative, some unspeakable thing behind his eyes. She knew what it was, pulled it out like it was a splinter, some piece of psychic lint.
"No need to be calculative husband ... just dominate, teach me how to be your good girl." She whispered. Her teeth grazed his ear, made him mewl. "I'm serious." Her voice was hardening now, calcifying with desire. "Keep this coy, cute thing up and I'll have no choice but to ravish you." He warned.
"Really?" She looked up, her voice dripping with moonlight. "You will?"
She punched him squarely on the chest, gentle at first, like she was fooling. Then harder to denote the severity of his intent. The third blow was harder still and she nodded, silent, let the actions speak for him. Wordless, he pushed her arms out, forced her to move so that she had no choice but to lay out. She watched him climb onto her and settle, his bottom in her lap, catlike, smiling.
"I never feel like you know how beautiful you are to me." she said. "I never really said it to men but you are." She pressed her hand into the skin of his chest.
"Thank you." He rubbed her thigh. "Even after all this time?"
"Because of all this time." She corrected. She felt really good ... spending some quality time away from the tough city life into a long lost cottage in kasaul ... with a hardcore romantic husband ... it is the time of her life.
Before he could return the compliment she began again which made him tense, self conscious. Punching him, scratching, leaning down occasionally to nip at his neck or shoulder all the while cooing sweetness's at him. Ordinarily, he would have looked away, laughed, lay on his side and settle into the blankets with her as she spoke, but today he had no choice but to watch and listen, to take her ministrations with the air hissing through his teeth. He had pinned her beneath him and while he had spent so long wishing, dreaming, desperate for this, the reality made him feel vaguely astonished, even now. Like someone had picked his brains and shook out his most valuable secret. After so long hidden in the dark of his mind to have it out, wriggling in front of him was quite, quite different. He sighed because he knew she knew and was intent on making him feel normal about it. And look at her, he thought, she seems so calm, so cool about it all. Maybe because He the man and she his wife are supposed to live in such a way.
The thought vanished quickly enough when she stopped mid-flow and kissed him again, too overwhelmed for much else.
"I know it's the first time for you." He said. "Since we played, but I'd just like to keep things sweet, sweet vanilla today. Okay?"
She laughed. A little bit nervous and confused about the vanilla he was talking. "I don't think I have much choice. I think the dynamic is pretty much-" She looked away with a smile bit in her lower lip.
"Inherent? Ingrained? Imbued?" He laughed, offered up the words between planting kisses on her face. "I know." She pressed her cheek against his, licked his ear, let him turn the laughter to lust and grabbing hands, the familiar, silence returning as they kissed. "Always my man, always my love."
"I can't wait to make you come." He teased tweaking her bossom.
Laughter frothed upward from her, her fingers in his hair. He lay his hands on her belly, kissed her wrist. "Oh,oh, oh - you know what to say to me, don't you?" She looked down at him. "You really are trying to win me over."
"I thought you liked it?" He raised a brow
"I prefer it when you show me instead. There's still far too much talking going on." She pulled him in for yet another kiss.
SHOT THREE
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