this one is for Starlite and Armu...posted it in the one they made the request as well...silly me!!
Stat Warning in place.18 and above only..
Wicked Game
Maan had been sleeping fretfully, he had been thrashing in his bed and he woke up with a start, breathing heavily, sweat forming on his brows, hell he was dripping with sweat everywhere. Then he remembered the dream as vividly as if it had actually happened.
It was etched on his soul. The feelings were real, even if it had been a dream…he felt wicked at what had happened. How he had held Geet. How he had made love to her. He was still throbbing with emotion, his heart rate was still fast. Was it only a dream or was she really there, he wondered. He could still feel her. Smell her fragrance. The softness of her skin, the trembling of her lips, cool yet searing right through to his heart.
Oh what was happening to him he wondered, running his hands in his hair. He sat up against the headboard, putting his head back, reliving each and every part of his dream.
She was there in front of him, open hair, flying about her head like many arms of an octopus flapping to catch him in their grip. Her eyes calling out her with that come-hither look. Her parted lips slightly trembling. She was wearing a black salwaar kameez that was a sharp contrast to her alabaster skin. She shone like a beacon to a drown ship. He walked upto her and stood in front of her, face to face. He felt heat emanate from her. He wanted to be enveloped in her heat, mingling his with hers. He was craving for her touch, her feel. He inhaled deeply, trying to control his staggering breath. He raised his hand to see if she was really there. She took his hand in hers, lacing her fingers with his. He looked at their joined hands and then looked up at her face as she took a step to close the gap, almost. There was hardly any distance between them. He could feel her breath when she exhaled.
His eyes drifted to her heaving breasts. He was fascinated with the movement they made with every breath she took. He then looked up into her eyes. Lord, it was his undoing. They held emotions that made him want to crush her to him. Make him want to run his hands wildly in her hair and kiss her till both of them were breathless. He let go was whatever little was left of his self control and he asked softly, what are you doing here Geet? She just smiled, her sweetest smile, not saying a word. He implored with his eyes to tell him something..give him a sign but her reply was to put her head on his chest facing down, as if a sudden bout of shyness had attacked her, as if her boldness had suddenly deserted her and she wanted him to take over.
He felt she was playing a game with him. A wicked game that made him feel the way he did right now. Speaking volumes with her eyes yet not a word out of those lips. His eyes travelled to those lips, luscious lips that were always a rosy pink, oh so kissable. He knew what had driven him crazy. It was those innocent beguiling eyes and those sensual lips, that were contradicting what the eyes told. He had wanted to kiss them so much, it had been an exercise to stop himself many a times to just kiss them, he had almost done that a few times. But today he did not want to stop. He did not want to walk away. He wanted to taste them. He wanted to drink them. He needed to know if they were as sweet as he had thought they would be? He slowly moved to her lips in a trance, being pulled by some unseen force. He registered that her her closed just when he put his lips to hers and heard her sigh. As if she had been wanting, waiting for this. Just like him. His dam of self control broke and his emotions took over. He gathered her in his arms, pulling her as close as the clothes would allow. He felt the answering heat on those lips. They trembled with desire, they were supple and warm and he died a small death with the taste of them. Honey, he thought I will never be able to have honey without thinking of her lips.
He deepened the kiss, lifting her off her feet in his eagerness to gain better access. He entered her mouth and felt a lightning like jolt pass through him when their tongues touched. Tentative at first and then in earnest. Geet sighed and whispered as they came up for breath, I have never felt this way in a voice that so unGeet like. She sounded huskier, throatier, Oh she drove him wild with those words.
Instantly he picked her up in his arms and took her towards the bed and gently sat her on the edge and he went on his knees. He removed her shoes, one after the other. Geet sat there mesmerized by his actions. He ran his hand up her calf and she felt a current pass from where he touched to her very center that seemed to melt even more now. She felt a mass of nerves that tingled to every touch of his.
He gradually moved up his hands to her waist, lifting the kurta up as he went higher. She had moved her bums to help him lift the kurta but did not help him in other way. She was lost in those eyes staring back at her and was automatically doing what he beseeched with his eyes but not actively helping him get rid of her clothes. She felt langarous, a strange lethargy despite the heightened sensation, as if it was not really happening to her and she was actually watching this from somewhere else.
He finally got rid of all her clothes, stood back to take in her magnificence; she was even more beautiful than he had thought. The curves of her body,devine. The rise of her firm, pert breasts a beacon calling him to suckle them. The curve of her waist, asking to be held with hands that would circle it if he spread them out around her. Her shapely thighs, gently sloping to the knees and flairing into delectable calves that rested on delicate ankle and pretty feet. Everything about her was gorgeous, the shape of her neck, long and curvaceous, he would love to cradle her in his hand.
He swiftly devested himself of his clothes, not hiding the fact of how much she affected him. He saw her eyes go the part of his anatomy that proved his desire for her. She blushed. He liked it. She looked away. He smiled. He went up to her, sat next to her on the bed and tipped her head towards him with his hand. He looked deeply into her eyes and huskily said, Geet! I want you! right now! Are you ready for this. Geet in reply looked at the floor shyness attacking her a little late but she nodded unable to say anything as she had a lump in her throat. She was still reeling at the vision Maan made in all his glory. She had seen him bare torso but like this, she gulped, he was magnificent. His sculpted body sporting not an extra ounce of fat. He was all hard muscles and her eyes darted again to see a very hard part of him and blushed.
Maan cupped her face in his hands and kissed her tenderly this time, taking his time to learn each and every crevice of her mouth. He learned how she responded when he increased the pressure, how she moaned when he pulled back. He learnt her body with his hands, with his lips, inch by slow inch. He brought her desire to a feverish pitch where the only thing Geet could do was thrash about in the bed asking for release and uttering moans that were hard to suppress. She tried to bite her lips to stop but maan's lips were running havoc with her senses. She called out maan when she ran out of patience at his onslaught of her senses and felt as if she had come home when her entered her parting her legs. Finally, she felt at a strange calmness as he made his first thrust, even though her body was wound up like a spring coiled so tight that the only thing it clamoured for was release.
And it came with a guttural sounds emitting from her and heard maan's Oh! As she reached the plane she sought unknowingly reaching out and clutching maan tightly as her body felt limp as the surfs of passion subsided… maan had hugged her tight holding her to him as he had found his peak.
That's when his eyes had opened and he knew it was a but a dream.
Wicked Game – Chris Isaak – I think he is the sexiest man ever….a voice that is sensuality personified…and the video..is best ever… lyrics..for reference..
The world was on fire
No one could save me but you.
Strange what desire will make foolish people do
I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you
And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you
No, I don't want to fall in love
[This love is only gonna break your heart]
No, I don't want to fall in love
[This love is only gonna break your heart]
With you
With you
What a wicked game you play
To make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do
To let me dream of you
What a wicked thing to say
You never felt this way
What a wicked thing to do
To make me dream of you
v And I don't wanna fall in love
[This love is only gonna break your heart]
And I don't want to fall in love
[This love is only gonna break your heart]
{World was on fire
No one could save me but you
Strange what desire will make foolish people do
I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you
I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you
No I don't wanna fall in love
[This love is only gonna break your heart
No I don't wanna fall in love
[This love is only gonna break your heart]
With you
With you
Nobody loves no one
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