~deewangi~ maaneet ff thread 9 - Page 52

He moved closer to her, his scent tantalized her. His hands turning her twisted hand around & closed over her waist, his fingers biting into her soft flesh - I am not much on gentle person. I am a lot raw & a lot hungrier. I want to take your cloths off & taste you all over.
Who else would know how raw he is.
He spoke raw & mean .. he tried to intimidate her. I want to take ur curves in my mouth & suck them until they are hard & aching. I want to feel your legs wrapped around my back & I want to go deeply into u, that we both can't tell where I stop & u begin & if thats not wat u want, u better go away.
See very innocently said - so u do f*** me
Maan - what ???
Geet - nahi mera matlab hain ..u mean
he left her hand instantly & turned his back
they remembered their talk when she had just learned wat F..meant..thanks to anji..as making love
[ GEET!!! she excitedly said I F*** U he puked the water !!! WHAT??? she said it again I **** U , I **** U , I **** U maan closed her mouth & looked around.
He was so conscious. She made a baby face & looked at his conscious eyes. U don't **** me thats why you are feeling so conscious. Maan chup ek dam chup. Dare you use that word again.
Geet - why can't I use that word
maan rolled his eyes controlling his anger he knew she definitely didn't know the meaning
maan - do you even know what it means?
Geet - yah
maan was taken a back
geet - it means making love
he felt like banging his head on the wall - great yeh definition zaror anji ne bataye hogi
geet - aapko kaise pata
maan murmured I am definitely going to kill her.
She realized there was something wrong about it, like the pimple episode. She immediately held her ears sorry sorry sorry sorry mujhe nahi pata tha !!
maan smiled & kissed her forehead
geet - waise uska matlab kya hain
he knew she can't miss that question - it is making love but the word is generally considered profane
geet - tho main pyar se woh word use kar sakti hoon kya, sirf aapke saath
maan rolled his eyes]

she almost smiled at his back & then cleared her throat... - I am not running
he turned briskly & held her wrist - may be u should.. but I guess it is too late now. He leaned down & lifted her. He kicked opened the bedroom door as he carried her straight to their room. Set her on her feet. He dragged a pillow & rested his head folding his arms back of his head. He crossed his feet & let his gaze rake over her.
Maan - all right STRIP

the thought of the risk she was about to take in giving herself to him made her feel faint with apprehension but as she looked at his concealed eyes, she realized he didn't trust her, he wanted to take her in lust ..again his lust was only for her like his love..which was again only for her. She didn't know if she was strong enough to handle that. On the other hand she knew beyond doubt that she had to try to reach him that she had to try to show him with the gentle offering of herself that she wasn't a treacherous or materialistic person. She had to show him again that she only loved him & he only loved her.

He looked at her in an insultingly casual manner - do u even know how many women slept with? She didn't bother about his meaningless claim, she slowly with trembling fingers reached behind herself & tried to grasp the strings. After trying for 3 times, she too a deep breath & let her arms down. She turned her back to him & sat down on the edge of the bed bedside him.
Geet - nahi kul rahi, aap kar do please
he sat their quietly watching her. She could feel his eyes boring into her back. Then finally she felt him inching towards her. He pulled the string & undid the zip. She stood up as he left the zip. She turned to face him.

His face was expressionless. But she was able to read the turmoil that was rising in him. She wondered how he was still holding himself back. She caught the sleeves of her kutti , dropping them off her shoulders & pulling her arms out of them. Her dress fell on her waist she reached her bra straps & unhooked them. She looked at him as she did it. He still hadn't moved but she could feel his muscles getting tensed. Still his eyes were veiled, but she could feel them on her, visually touching every bit of her curves that she just offered removing the bra completely. But his eyes seem to search for some thing around her neck... like they were angry not seeing them there... probably the chain (their mangalsutar) that she used to wear she guessed.

Deep inside her, welling up from the bottomless reservoir of her love was the inborn need to belong to him. She was his wife, they were married for 11yrs now. Every thing in their life was as she wanted it to be, he did every thing in accordance to her wish & will.. even now he didn't want to force himself he probably just wanted to see how far he could push her away forgetting that she always amused him with her deewangi.. exactly the way she jumped from the roof top just because he said it. There was nothing else as important to her as the time she had with him. He had spent too many years longing & craving for her. For whatever time she had with him, she would take each minute as it comes, enjoy it thoroughly, as if that that was all there was, all there would ever be. She had never set a limit on how much of herself she would give to him. She had to give him everything, every ounce of her love.

She let her kurti completely fall down her hips in a puddle around her feet. Exposing her bare top body to his deep desired eyes. She was motionless. If time still existed she wasn't aware. Minutes passed by. When he didn't move or say anything. She slowly pulled the strings of her pants & pushed them off along with her panties. Finally baring the his wife.. only he had the right. Letting him look all he wanted.. her sleek legs, her flat tummy & rounded hips, her everything.

Her heart was slamming wildly. Wat if he didn't do anything. Wat if he lay there, looked & walk away. She took a deep breath & stepped out of the puddle of cloths. But wat gave her the courage to stand there vulnerable to him was, his almost not audible irregular gasps of breath. By offering herself this way she was exhibiting an intense, voluminous trust in him equivalent to her suicidal attempt .. but she knew like he saved her that day..he will do it today. She stood there motionless in the bright afternoon.

He was still stretched out in the bed, but every muscle was tensed in his body. The tight jeans didn't seem to conceal the hardness, rather outlines the arousal. His raised cheek bones were burning turning it red. Finally he moved in slow motion his eyes was stuck on her exploring every bit of her. He removed his shoes & socks & towered in front of her. He could feel the feminine power she held. He was male, Powerful, aggressive. She was completely feminine soft & sleek yet capable of taking all of his aggression & power & turning it into an expression of love.

He undid the buttons & tore apart the shirt. He unbuckled his belt & removed it in one slip & threw it. His hand reached the jeans button, a teasing naughty smile touched her lip.
Geet - mujhe karna hain
he moved his hand away, waiting impatientily breathing in sharply with her touch. She slowly undid the button & slid the zipper, her hand slid around his waist, around his hipbone slipping the jeans down his thighs. Before it reached his knees he pushed them off his legs restlessly simultaneously cradling her in his arms to the bed. Finally giving in to the sensual assault she was giving him. Her tiny body fit into his so very well and the coldness of her skin made him want to take her into his arms and to warm her up. Like it was more of his dying wish. Geet gave a small victorious smile as she lowered her eyes demurely. None she whispered as he simply could not resist & pulled her roughly into his arms and savagely kissed her cold lips & she put her hand around his neck lovingly.

She allowed him to ravage her mouth, putting up no resistance to him. His mouth pressed so hard against hers that one of his teeth must have nicked her lip and her mouth suddenly filled with blood. He pulled away in pain and looked at Geet in shock as her eyes glinted in pure love, and he gazed at her with a burning passion. OMG...he took in sharply...nibbling her flesh.
Maan - u make me crazy, some times I feel I would kill to get you. Even though I know u r playing tricks with me.
For a moment the pain was deep inside hearing those words but she pushed the thoughts away , accepting that she would have to prove him that they love each other. He rolled & placed himself above her, controlling her with his muscled legs. He leaned over her and kissed her slowly on the lips. By the time he pulled away, they were both flushed and their eyes were a little glazed. He began touching and caressing her and kissing and stroking her, driving her to the edge and then ever so gently bringing her back again. By the time he had reached the end of his own endurance and had entered her for the first time, and breaking that small barrier, Geet was so aroused and excited that that brief moment of pain seemed to be just another part of his love making. Where she might have been overcome with nerves, she was relaxed and extremely excited by the touch of her husband. Her mouth curved into a dreamy smile. Her husband! What a simply wonderful phrase that was.

none...i guess... geet meant both haven't slept with any1 b4.

update was awesome. very well written. thanx for a sensuous read.😳 may they continue😆

muskaan u really didn't have to put in the flash backs from ff.

i'm sure like me , most of all ur readers remember each n every bit of u'r ff👍🏼 i mean how can u ever forget i f***k u and maan spitting out water. oh those immature, innocent days were so adorable.

Thankyou Muskaan :) I m loving the precap. Updatesoon(:

I want Maan to come out of his grief and realize what he has soon. Please make that happen and bring them together