Undress Me
She appeared beautiful even in his shirt. He didn't want his shirt to hang on caressing her silky skin. Instead of the shirt he should get the chance, he believed. He took a deep breath before approaching towards her, demanding to get his shirt back. As his heartbeat increased, he halted. He needed to gather some confidence in him. As he moved closer he had felt his vision narrowed. He was only seeing her as the rest was dark. He knew what was going on within his mind, the moment he saw her wearing his shirt. He was mesmerized by her beauty and was captivated by her look.
He wanted to touch her as he removed the tie, to make sure she was not a mirage. He had visualised him undressing her before as well, with hands that were unsteady but sure. He saw the sudden rise and fall of her breasts as her breathening quickened. He turned her towards the mirror and asked to look at their reflection. She obeyed him by looking at their reflection and lowered her gaze. He understood the meaning of her quick movement. He traced a finger behind her ears first one then the other. He saw her squirming, as an invitation. To touch her body and soul by tilting her head. She parted her lips as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
He whispered into her ears 'Khanak, open your eyes. I want to see you see me' She opened her eyes and murmured 'no Shantanu, I can't bear to keep it open any more.' He moved her towards the bed and made her sit on the edge. Slowly he raised her chin with his trembling fingers, kneeling before her and spoke 'no Khanak, if you think I am doing is wrong, then you can stop me. But I need my shirt back right at the moment.' She put a finger on his lips without the knowledge of her actions.
He started on his mission again, taking all the time they needed. He unbuttoned the first button and then the second one. As he approached for the third one, she flustered to gets up to run away. He was way too clever for her and pulled her to him holding her wrist. She glanced at him over her left shoulder and pleaded him to let her go. He gathered himself to a standing position and held on her waist to stop her from writhing. He bent with his mouth near her left shoulder and let out a deep breath as he pressed his lips against her bare skin 'don't try to run away from me Khanak'. She leaned her shoulders against him as he held her waist with both of his hands. She felt herself gone tender inside, unable to stop the shiver and wriggle in need.
He traced her fingers along with her jaw line and continued it to the line of her throat to the base of her neck. She let out a moan unable to bear the torture. She whispered his name she breathed as she lost the control of her very own mind. He continued the movements of his fingers slowly but gently as they reached below her neck. He followed the same rythm and kept the same pace in his movements. Without knowing she touched his hand in excitement. He let go of her waist and slowly took a step backward feeling rejected and guilty. Khanak stood stunned, not understanding what has happened to him. She approached to him slowly, without bothering how she looked in a half buttoned shirt. She placed a hand on his back and waited for him to turn around. He was frozen on his step without knowing what to do. She hugged him from behind and told 'come and get your shirt back if you have any courage'. He closed his eyes and sighed with relief as she didn't misunderstand him.
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