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EPISODE ONE
Leasuirely her hair fell across the bed, her body shifting slightly across bloodred silk sheets, the velvet soft curve of a milky white leg, thrown carelessly across her saaheb's own. A soft and gentle sigh left her half parted lips as her body turned towards his, slowly, sensually, though she slept on.
Brown eyes opened, tussled bedroom mussed hair fell to his shoulder's, as with a still sleepy eye he watched her, slowly as she edged her body closer.
To him she appeared to be sleeping, gently with one hand he reached out, caressing the soft curve of her velvet thigh, he heard her exhaustedly exhale a whimpered breath. Arching a well sculptured brow, he waited. He gazed upon her perfect, naked form, her skin glistening with a sensual sweat. His eye's were drawn to the golden river that gently caressed its way down her neck, reaching to just below her shoulder blades. If the gods are real, he told himself, then this woman is their masterpiece.
Her emotions were not easily hidden on her innocent face. Her pain was evident in the crease of her lovely brow and the down-curve of her full lips. But her eyes, her eyes showed her soul. They were a deep pool of restless hazel , an ocean of hopeless grief. As he looked into her eyes he knew, all the beauty of the universe could not even hope to compete with this simple thing: passion. Passion turned her eyes into orbs of the brightest fire, and in them he read clearly that she would fight to the very last tear for her life. She would not let the world break her. Sure she could cry, but she would never let them take her true self from her. She clung to it with passion. Passion that made her beautiful. Passion that made her different. Passion that made her desirable.
Gauri Kumari Ssarma ... The woman sleeping in his arms is indeed a beautiful woman, but only on the outside. Just after a few hours of meeting her he has realized that she is highly practiced at seduction. With her natural looks and high cheek bones it was all too simple. Nothing so pretty could possibly harm you, right? Mostly she just let him feel in charge, guiding the conversation with unnoticed prompts. With the way he had his share of women he knew that with Gauri It was only seconds before her new target would start jumping through hoops to please her. Her face and some cleavage could get her anything and anyone. No-one knew how she will take a rejection because he thought with her it may have never happened. For a man with choices and tastes like that of his he had to choose her... but he surely did not behave like a seduction stricken puppy and then what they shared was equal in terms of every measure of equality ... She was something he wanted and He was something she wanted.
It was him who prized for her honey skin and the long black hair, then he saw several people pass her without a backwards glance. Isn't it always the way? Anybody does not appreciate and treasure what they should and then those people start speaking of the worldly ways ... what in the world can one rationalize about if they do not understand what true beauty means. Honestly if Gauri was not a paid serviceperson for the sex addict in him ... he would have taken her home and would have introduced her to his brothers as his friend. This girl has eyes like the most precious of stones, the ones people dive for in the ocean. Omkara wished that either Shivaay or Rudra could see them. They are every shade of brown and black, stones like those polished and worn in fine jewelry. That girl is a walking work of art. If he was a less contented man he would look her way, try to be with her in the truest means perhaps... He is engaged to Ridhima and he is supposed to marry Ridhima and he is about to marry Ridhima ... He knows that people keep saying the rest of the affairs all cheap imitations.
Her sleeping form softly nestled into his own wakeful one, the softness of her curves lightly pressing against his own nakedness caused his manhood to twitch, intentionally yawning he blinked, wondering if she really was awake or sleeping. Either way, he found this a pleasant way to spend the morning, her entire being pressed against him, nestled in tight, he dipped his head ... nose hovering over her vanilla smelling hair, he breathed in, the delightful scent filling his thoughts, the delicateness of it's perfume serving to only heighten his slowly building excitement.
There is nothing more bewitching than Gauri's naked form. In clothing no heads turn her way to admire. They don't know what they are missing, anyway this fact makes Omkara happy because now it is about his private space. Omkara has known many type of women but Gauri is so soft and her breasts so warm, so responsive to the touch. Her breasts are something he has started liking very much. As soon as his hand is upon them her kisses change, deeper, more sensual. Everything about her is natural and he has loved the night that he spent with her.
He was all logic and feigned cool detachment until he touched her skin. Then something not only stirred in him, but it took over his thinking. The rest of his world became an unimportant blur that was banished into the far recesses of his mind. The only thing that mattered was touching her more, kissing her mouth, her stomach, her breasts. He tried to be gentle with her clothing, not to rip the lace, but it was hard. His hands were made for chopping wood and carving clay and making sketches rather than tiny clasps.
He studied her as she slept. Her hair was matted and splayed about the pillow her head sunk into. Her small frame was curled to one side as if in protection of itself and her full lips were slightly parted. What held his attention longest however were her lashes. Long, thick, and dark. They weren't caked in that black paint many girls brush into them everyday that clumped the lashes together unnaturally and by the end of the day. He wanted to run his fingers over those lashes. He could bet they were as soft as silk, light as a feather. The morning light that crept through the window fell over eyes and made those lashes glisten so that from the correct angle they looked almost white. He wanted to kiss each one of her eyelids and feel those lovely lashes tickle his lips.
Her body remained curled into his, soft gentle movements against him, slight touches, soft caresses of silken flesh against flesh. His lips slightly parted as he held in a softened moan of sensual delight. Sleeping, he thought she might be, but he was enjoying the outcome all the same. Slowly he lifted a hand, using the ridges of his fingertip to caress the slender curve of her hip. Brown eyes watching her softened movements as she turned slowly, easing herself out from him, his hardening manhood no longer pressed tight into the tenderness of her sweet smelling skin as it swept up over her lush behind, she nestled herself onto her back.
Brown eyes filled with lust for her, trailed a sensual path up over the delicate curve of her ankle, slowly up over her calves; he was loving how she protected herself from the sun, leaving only milky white flesh everywhere, unspoiled by tan lines; trailed up slowly along the breath taking curve of her thighs, and lingered on her core and the secrets within, softly he drew in a small breath as he continued up over her hips to her firm taut stomach; he reached out a hand holding it lingeringly over her stomach, wanting to touch but not to wake her, not yet. His eyes continued upwards, over the beautiful expanse of flesh and slowly to the soft full curve of her breasts, his hand trailed upwards, very close to touching, but still just hovering, the tip of his tongue drew a slow wet path over his lips as he slowly swallowed, it was exquisite torture to have her so close, and to not touch, to not caress that body which he adored, worshiped the last night.
Finally his eyes lingered on those features he understood so well, he noticed her eyes still closed as she moved drowsily on the silk sheet, he smiled, shifting silently down the bed, hands with air between them and her silken flesh glided down tilt they softly settled onto her thighs. He looked up, brown eyes ever alert as the beauty laid out on the bed before him like an Aphrodite she drew in a breath, silken legs slightly parting, his eyes trailed slowly back down the wonderful curves of her body eyes once again settling onto the thatch between her thighs as he was breathing shallow and then dipped his head down.
From between parted lips his tongue gently caressed her silken petals, a delicate movement as her thighs slowly parted a little more, a softened breath of a barely audible sighing moan leaving her lips as she seemed to remain relaxed. Lifting his head, and with careful movement he moved in between her legs slowly shifting his weight about, and settled himself contently, head dipping back down slowly to once more touch at the silken almost musky honeyed flesh as his tongue gently parted her folds. With demanding strokes he gently lapped at her. Soft, gently sounds of a slowly building arousal fell from between her slightly parted lips. As her legs parted a little more, as her body moved ever so slightly in a vague sensual arch.
Gentle hands curled about her hips, gently caressing her skin with his fingertips, as he moved closer, the soft warm tip of his tongue softly flicking against the softness of her flesh, as slowly he felt her body quiver at his touches. Her body moved gently to a rhythm of it's own to each softened touch of his tongue to her.
Long fingertips stretched out slowly, nails gently scratched the silk sheets, softly the sounds reached his ears. Soft fingers twisted through sheets, softened moans left the still slightly parted lips.
Softly his tongue touched her gently over and over again, he lifted his head, eyes running up sensual curves. Her body softly moving, silken legs slowly parting further, his hands smoothing down her thighs under the curve of her knees and down over the delicate curve of her calves slowly caressing her ankles, his hands slowly moved over and up her luscious legs.
Deliciously he bent his head down, brown eyes drinking in the luscious scene before him, extending his tongue he touched her gently, fingers caressing the gentle curve of her thighs, softened sounds fell from her lips, her eyes flickering softly open, a slight lift to her head, before she lowered it, sensual body slowly twisting, pleasure flowing through her body. Enticing her senses, caressing her completely with every gentle touch of him to her.
Low moans left her lips slowly, softened cries of his name tumbled from her lips, as he buried his head, his tongue gently parting the folds, sinking down into the soft folds of her petals. Gentle gasps slipped from between her lips, as her fingers twisted into the bedsheet tighter. Her hands gently sliding down over the gentle curves of her bared breasts, touching nipples softly, teasingly, her head turned gently to one side. She loved to touch herself in such a way.
Legs parting fully, as she drew them slightly up, bent, allowing him full access to her core. His hands lovingly ran fluttered over the curves of her thighs, tongue softly teasing her, as he gently played her like a musical instrument, bringing inappropriate sounds from her lips, his name leaving her lips between low sexy moans, as the pleasure she felt curling like a coil down in the pit of her stomach.
Slowly it increased deep within, her legs, her body slowly quivering, as she shivered with the anticipation of each touch, each caress, he gave her with his expertise. Softening the touch of his tongue, brought slower quivers, as wave after gentle wave of pleasure ran through every inch of her body, the feeling tightening slowly, before heated waves left her, he suckled her gently, drinking of her nectar, savoring, as she whimpered the initial of his name.
Waves after wave passed through her as her body gave into the release that passed through it, the coil seeming to have snapped deep within her, bringing her exceptional pleasure, her breath quickened, the cries becoming softer, as words ceased to be audit able, mingling into softened moans, and sighs became a prayer for her.
Slowly he lifted his head, finding her fingers which twisted into his hair, as slowly he drew himself up her lithe body, hands uncurling gently from about her thighs, her body still quivering, his lips softly coming to rest on the curve of her breast as slowly he ran his tongue over it's curves, moving to circle her crest playfully. Her hands came up under his jaw line, slowly with softened low whimpers drawing him up to have lips demandingly touch lips.
Though her lips are pretty, it is the feel of them that sends his mind into a sensual state of intoxication. That is why he reached towards her face and touched them lightly before the urge to kiss her took over.
Her lips were a pale pink that reminded him of a rose bud. The top lip was thinner, but not too thin, and it had a natural cupid's bow; the bottom one was larger and more plush. He stared at them when she bit her pen in concentration, drank from her mug, or when she applied lip balm to keep them soft... these are the memories of a few hours ago ... the first time when she was presented to him. He wanted to feel her lips against his.
Tilting her head, she looked at him from the corner of her eye. He kissed her cheek and she spun to face him, wrapping the blanket around both of them. The world around them blurs as he looked into her eyes. Her arms reach up and tangle around his neck. She breathed in sharply and kissed him delicately, his arms encircling her waist drawing her in, his lips hungry for hers.
The sensual taste of her, mingled in the kiss, as lips parted to lips, and they kissed deeper. Her hands uncurling fingers from his hair, moving softly down over the curves of his shoulders, fingers teasing him slowly. As tongue met tongue their hands entwined, and she ran her foot slowly up over the curve of his calf muscle, the other leg slowly curving over his hip. Very intricately, her legs wrapped comfortably about his hips, moving against him like liquid silk. Kisses became deeper, softer, and more lingering. More sweet. Pleasure from the feel of her hands on his sides, runs through him like a sweet spring time river, the feeling ebbing through his body slowly. Her touch soft, sweet, like silk drawn softly across his skin, each time her fingertips moved.
Softly he moaned under the touches of her small hands against his flesh, ripples of pleasure ran through him, softly, coaxingly. His hands delicately danced along her sides, fingertips caressing the sides of her breasts. The feel of them pressed tightly, lovingly against his chest, the feel of that ravished skin a pure delight to feel so close.
Slowly with a subtle shift of her hips, she felt his hardness gently tenderly enter her softness, white teeth slowly nibbled at the tip of his tongue, fingertips gently entwined within his hair. The two are enjoying a delicious tangle of limbs on the sea of a rumpled bed. Softened sounds as slowly they moved together as one, each one feeling the exquisite rumbling building within at each soft movement.
Teasingly he ran his fingers through her hair, his lips softly searching along her jaw line, sliding lovingly down her neck, to nibble, and kiss the softness of her skin. Her back softly arched underneath his attentions given to her. Softly her sensual lips parted as she shivered. A small fire of pleasure building deep within the pit of her firm stomach as small shudders of pleasure, caused her inner muscles to delightfully, tighten about him, driving him slowly towards distraction, as he easily lost himself within the folds of her.
The two melded into one, each feeling, giving and receiving pleasure. It was intense, it was beautiful, wonderful, and more. Much more. It was the joining of two souls rather than just two bodies. As pleasures spiraled higher, both riding the edge of their mutual union to the brink and holding it there. Kisses were fevered, touches were roughly tender, and each bringing the other closer.
Softly mewed sounds left each set of lips as hands twisted into the tumble of blood red silk beneath them. Softly murmured words, more sounds, melodious in texture and low in decibel were created as each reached the edge time and time again, before tumbling over the edge, falling down into the sublimeness of the feeling, the touch of softened skin to hardened muscle.
He whispered her name as their bodies touched. Slowly, they became entwined, their bodies fusing into one, while their mouths moved to the rhythmic sounds of the murmurs of sweet nonsense in their ears. His tongue carved every inch of her body like a chisel. His kisses were long and deep, she gasped for air. They moaned... louder. He thrusted... Deeper. They moved...faster. Lost in time. Then without control, their bodies exploded. Leaving them limp while they lay still. Arms and legs tangled. Listening to the satisfied sounds of their breathing. Deep into the silence of the early morning sunrays. Hmmm... Sizzling...
Softly their lips parted, softened but hurried breathing, bodies mingled together in a sweet tangle of limbs, the air tinged with the scent of their love making, the dawn's light lifting slowly in the sky, as lover's hearts slowly began beating slower. As kisses softened, to bare touches, the heady scent twisting about them.
After some time, the two parted, hands slowly relinquishing the hold on sheets as eyes met eyes, and soft deliciously bruised lips curved slowly up into smiles, as she turned slowly from him onto her side, the sheet splayed over the paleness of her legs as he curved his lean body in behind her, molding in against her, lips softly brushing a shoulder, as both of them drifted off. Passion and lust sated in the act of their mutual understanding.
