Part 69: Stairway to Heaven.
<Geet's monologue>
I needed blazing warmth. The nipping ball of snow and slush ice was freeing my chest and sending chilly shivers down my body. Those cold yet cozy moments of me stealing a kiss from him had turned playful and he had shoved a mound of snow clumped in the curve of his hand into my blouse. How dare he? I wanted him to pay and I returned the favors ardently, when his masculine instinct to win had taken over and made matters worse...only for me though. The sharp winds whiplashed the ice and sunk the frigidness deep into my skin. It was bearable at the initial stages of snow balling each other. I had only been secretly thanking babaji for all the liquid dull grey that was leaving his eyes, when he upped his game. The blade of cutting cold was nothing compared to the coldness I had seen in his eyes all the hours since our arrival here, which made me go along a little further to amuse him. Amidst the running, gasping, and everything that covered my face as he threw those biting bunches at me, I was glad his playful spirits were back. But now I wasn't sure if I had it in me to run to the bathroom, to get rid of the searing ice off my flesh.
<Maan's monologue>
This I did not expect. I was very much in the mood to play and toy with her more, but as I saw her undress herself in my presence, as she ran towards the shower, I was overtaken by my primal cravings. Everything disappeared; the rooms, the walls, the plate of peaches on the counter, even the meal that she had prepared, which my grumbling stomach would easily devour, and now...there were different hungers. As I advanced to follow her into the bedroom and then to the bathroom, her silhouette framed my mind; her ever so delicate and slender figure, exhibited a physical carnival in my eyes.
For once I felt like clay; she was molding my emotions gently and unknowingly. First she had done it with her determinant smile and now with her shimmering allure. All with different motives and means, but the effects on me remained equally the same. Unmistakable reality hit me, that I only loved her more every second of my meandering life.
Did she know what she was doing? My little temptress. The cold and the chill had probably done it; she had quickly unbuttoned her blouse and inner garments, only to leave behind the thin sheer of her pallu to act as a veil to her shyness. But it little did anything to mine, for I walked right to her, only to be greeted by the fair expanse of her smooth skin of her bare back; exposing much more of what I had caught sight moments ago.
This really was different. And there was something of seductive quality about the part hiding, part-exposing way her pallu fell behind her shoulder that had me bowled and frozen as my senses came alive. I watched her for a moment longer until I did not have it in me any more to stay away from her. I downed my eyes in her sinking beauty. Deeply wounded at the sight of her, wet and slick, I sought healing in her. Moving closer, I just had to seek refuge in her thick wet ringlets that rested by the hollow of her shoulder. The sheen they had now...the silkiness was that of wet satin that I could not part with. I nuzzled in my chin to rest in the cozy nook of her neck and savored her moist skin.
It seemed forever since I had held the soft and smooth curves of her hips, and so I rested my palms by them. She simply smiled but appeared affected by our closeness. As she extended her arms into the scalding hot water that poured out of the shower and patted the skin around her neck to warm up quicker, the hot blobs dispersed and landed on her pliant skin; tempting every inch of me to kiss them away. I moved even closer to her only to forbid even faint light passing between us.
<Geet's monologue>
He hugged me from behind. The tender hug radiated warmth from his manly hold. As his hands and fingers splayed on my chest to hold me close and tight, I lost myself in his kisses he so softly placed by my neck and his hands moved in an unknown pace. Losing tenderness as quickly as dew in the rising sun, yet long enough to feel his sensual need for me, his carnal drive took over him. His gentle caress progressed to a kneaded touch, awakening a throbbing ache all over me to feel him the same. The cold that I suffered from and the heat that he shared had me turn around and join him in a kiss. A moment long gaze in-between our deepening kiss, spoke of a frail silence that was sputtering in him; something painful weaned as another crude sentiment gripped him. As I saw him shifting from one raw emotion to another; a tear escaped my eye, all too knowing that I had done it to him somehow. He was just as meek as I was, giving away perhaps for the first time he was vulnerable in many ways than one. Perhaps seeing me read much in his eyes, the nascent moment died, leaving me questioning if I really had seen it all as his iris darkened and glowed as smoldering hot coals. Distracting me instantly, he took my lips in, drawing me deeper in his game of passion.
We kissed longingly making up for all of lost time; his tight embrace pledging faithfully to never let go. But he had to for my skin creased from the long standing hot shower. He left me momentarily, only to join me in the bedroom, as I came out leaving the wet clothes behind and emerged in a towel. I couldn't change. He didn't let me. As he carried me to the sofa bed by the hearth where a splintering fire ablazed, he kissed rampantly. I felt small and swaddled in my towel as his precious bundle while he moved so swiftly through the hallways and rolled me gently. With him by my side, the cushy cushions also seemed soft as clouds. Perching up on his elbow, he covered us with the long sheets he had carried along, tugging away the now unwanted towels.
His hand traced direly the length of my arm, as he locked me in yet another desiring kiss. He moved from one lip to another, only to part them slowly. Untrained I was in many ways, but his hooligan kisses spoke clearly I was no longer his dainty femme. Fairly harsh was he as his protective touch and delicate holds had disappeared from the last time he had made love to me. A heated urgency roared in his caress and his holds thrust sultry pressure; yet I whimpered at his wild need for me. Gifting me a swollen lip, he pulled back to give me a content smile.
Little did he know then he had awakened the devil in me as he traced my lip with his finger. Pushing him back, I moved on top of him, to get back my sweet revenge. His body craved my touch. As I kissed all of his taut shoulders and lean muscle, a shudder ran down his pinned down body. He did nothing at all to mask his reactions as his eyes tinkled with a gleam of arousal. It was flesh against flesh, and him against me, as he pulled me to his gaze and locked me in a raging kiss. This time he had a swollen lip.
I chuckled.
He groaned at my expending nerve and I flushed. He sketched my cheeks and my simper had his hands once again move around intimately. I had reached dizzying heights with his bold touch over my curves, when a unexpected thought crossed my mind. Hung with surprise over my finicky mind, I cursed the bad timing, for I knew then, I really did need my answer. It was something that had bothered me all the while. That I had greedily kissed him...interrupting as he was about to talk to me about all that had thrown him in a glum and inattentive mood last night. Pulling away, I barely managed to utter words that he could comprehend.
<Maan's monologue>
"Maan...How selfish can you be?" She asked as she rolled off of me and turned around. And I wondered where this was coming from. This was not a usual question and she left me guessing the motive behind it. Still consumed by her naked self, I placed a kiss by her ear as I answered.
"As much as you can handle Geet. But why now?" She really had shifted my curiosity for I only was eager to sieve through her.
Closing her eyes in a quick flash, she strained to say something.
"I have something to apologize for. I shouldn't have...you know...taken you off track when we were talking...and" As she hung in-between her words yet again...I stressed for completion.
"And..." she looked away as if in disgust over wanting something that was unforgivable. I raised her chin towards me and only hoped to convince her to complete her thought.
"No seriously...I want you to finish it..." I said and upon hearing my request, she met my gaze. She cupped my cheeks and held me still. Peering into her sorry eyes, I wanted to tell her I was not to judge her, but oddly I felt uncertain to break my silence.
"I wanted you Maan..." Realizing at once where she was blaming herself, I pressed my palm against her mouth, but not before she let out "I was just selfish"
There was nothing in this world that could let me erase the guilt in her mind. She was still rooted in self-condemnation over wanting me when I was swinging moods...seriously? That it was not punishable or selfish and that it was perfectly normal. I only had patience for one go to resurrect her and so I tried.
"What if I wanted you more than you did...And I do...I always did" I meant the words for that was nothing but the truth. She blinked momentarily, before I shifted on my elbow and my forehead rested on hers.
Holding her cheek I said, "I have been selfish and guilty in many ways, that your simple mind cannot imagine Geet..." Letting my words sink in, she breathed out a sigh.
Tears pooled by the rim of her eyes as she spoke. "I wanted you...your touch..."
"This feel..." She whispered as she ran her fingers by my chest. There was some sincerity in her voice, a pleasant genuineness that moved me. She had never talked so openly to me. Not ever and that now only drove me crazy for her. I was settling to bask in her candid expression, when she only gave me an insane burst of happiness to hear her say something I never did expect to hear. "Ever since the night you kissed me on my birthday..." The woman said Kiss and not wavering for an instant. Was I dreaming?
Instantly she shied to complete "Although I didn't know if I could have lasted your this...at that time"
Ok or so I thought, but there was yet another hung sentence. One can only expect so much and whom was I kidding; she was shyness personified for me.
Noticing my disappointment cropping up, she gently nudged me "You know what I mean..."
Falling back to lie down beside her I spoke carelessly "No I don't know..."
"Argh...Maan..." she faked anger and with hesitation she stuttered.
"Ok...our honeymoon present..."
Closing her face with both her hands, she softly nudged me once again to call attention to all that was to follow. She really had my anticipation heightened when she uttered "Making love..."
I froze upon hearing her words. This was a landmark day perhaps. My Mishti had indeed broken some barriers. What more can I offer than an array of kisses to appreciate all that she was doing for me. She feverishly shivered and her lips curved over my affections. It was the inexpensive gifts that gave the immeasurable joy and she had achieved it with her simple words. I had nothing more to ask of her and I gleefully approved of her attempts.
"Two down...many to go...but for now..." Only to weigh her efforts in gold, I strode back to the bedroom for a quick minute. Upon returning, she had conked up her eyebrows gesturing me to answer why I had left all so suddenly. It took me a second to move further from the hallway towards her, by the fireplace, for she could only be everything divine as I saw her half naked, swathed in white satin. Breaking from the trance she so often cast on me, I muttered to myself, I did own a regal beauty, so overpowering but fragile...and all for myself. Her long lean legs rightly needed the embellishment I now carried in my hands. Seating myself on the ground by the table and turning her a good few inches towards me, I yanked her feet and placed the same on my shoulder. She giggled as the tickle rippled in her, but the intrigued look hardly left her.
"This will do...and here is your honeymoon present..." I placed a kiss on her slender feet and tied the payals I had got for her. Her eyes widened with excitement as she felt the kiss of the gold strands around her feet. She seemed happy and appreciated. Taking her other feet, I did the same as she slightly waved her feet in mid-air breaking into a pleased smiled as the jingles echoed in the room. The anklets looked as if they belonged there, all the while waiting to reach its rightful owner. I sat there, looking at her adore the gift, but I could carry only her in my mind. There was no place for any darn thought; she belonged to me. And she claimed me as her hands reached out to me, inching me closer to her. I felt her soft pliable skin underneath me once again as my mind revolted against the time I had missed it.
Cupping my cheeks, she kissed me. "I like it...actually love it..." she chirped.
As if to encourage my giving, she smiled sheepishly "But...I need more..." she said with a dazzling and suggestive smile without meeting my eyes. I didn't want to trouble her more. She had given me more than I could ask for, not just her words, but even more of her self, packing away her shy self into some dark, cold corner. When she traced my still swollen lip with her tender finger, I completed her sentence...
"Of me..."
She shied as she lowered her lashes and turned away. Now why would she do that? Her kittenish smile set off a slow fire in the pit of my stomach that spread all over me. Such astounding beauty that I owned and worshipped...
She gasped as I lowered myself over her bare self and took her lips in; my hands delightfully followed the heat in her skin. "Maan..." She moaned hugging me and her hands clawed my back to nudge me closer. I wondered what went through her, as her face expressed such agony...just as I was suffering in a fervent need for her. She had changed in ways I did not understand for her response to my touch stunned me. But I was only glad she was drowsed in the same undeniable passion towards me as I had for her. Moments raced, sending down tingles inside me as her feet jangled to my kisses. Her surrendering moans, only had something click in me; a bursting anguish broke out as I heard more of her sweet hushed whispers.
It was a mesmerizing pleasure as I made love to her...A stairway to heaven.
<Geet's monologue>
The lights changed and the sky was animated with a bold splash of color. Aurora borealis had showed up that moonless night. A boundless display shimmered in the sky, the magic moving ever so slowly in the untouched airs of the place. After a tiring session of sharing physical delight with him, we settled in the daybed by the window. He was up for a lazy night and I couldn't agree more, but his mischievous grin conveyed something else. For now, I feasted my eyes to nature's fireworks that crackled a zeal in these hours of darkness. I turned to look at the colors that reflected off his eyes and they now had a smooth sheen of glimmer around them. The sharper colors had softened as they fell on his eyes. What was he doing to them? Did he melt the sharpness in them too? Just as he had melted all that stung me from the time of my past. He placed a gentled kiss on my forehead as if he understood it all, while I stared at the depths of him that loved me gloriously.
There was something about the way in watching that psychedelic display of colors on a cold march night. The wind howled and yet a deep silence prevailed. As I watched our shadows sway in the soft glow of the dull-lit room, I couldn't help but break into a smile at the comfort and closeness that engulfed us that still moment. Wrapped in nothing but a blanket and his steady arms, resting behind on a sure, ever present shoulder, the serene beauty of the Alaskan sky, came alive as his assuring kisses whispered promises of enduring love into me.
Going from an abandoned woman at the crowded NY streets, I had grown into one who could offer shelter to another wandering soul. I was giving more of things I did not know I could proffer. It almost seemed I would stop seeking; perhaps only that content second I tasted his binding hold and honest kisses. But I sought him all the same with the need for him only swelling higher with time. I smiled once again. He had made me selfish and ungrateful for all that I already had of him. I simply needed more...only him though...only my Maan. And this I knew was true for him too, as he unquenchably quoted for an abundant me. There was no doubt even now, that moment of bliss was only a speck of all that we had to offer each other...Life will always be like that with him...an everlasting want...
My favorite song title to a sensual update of Maneet. Hopefully I will not be rusticated from the forum before I could post the next update for Chandini's rooftop. Incase, you find my account banned, you know where to find me right? My blog people...
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Edited by 6thElement - 14 years ago
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