Part 103: Culpable Culprits Update 3
Just like that the lights went out and plunged the entire length of the sit out into desiring darkness, with the exception of light from the neighboring buildings that least bothered him. As his eyes adjusted, he smiled at the slowly spreading pearly glow of the moonlight that began lacquering the surroundings. He hadn't been waiting for long in the pool, however his restless grew exponentially when she didn't turn up sooner than he expected. Moments later he sighted her at the glass door, when he turned from the lap he'd taken towards the deep end of the pool. And he didn't know how he was comfortably standing at the shallow end the next instance, trying to work up a fake anger on the account of her being late. It occurred to him that time either stretched forever or shrunk whenever the situation involved her. She truly was an enigma for him.
He took in the sheen on her skin as she walked towards him which carried an uncanny iridescence in his eyes. It just didn't seem right and he was certain his eyes weren't playing tricks on him yet. She grew overtly self-conscious with each step, adjusting the pleats by her feet, or holding the aanchal over her shoulder in place. Biting her lip and oddly embarrassed, she looked away with a subtle coy smile playing up her full lips the entire time she approached him. She'd no right to torture her lips like that, he thought. As she moved closer, he noticed that the lip had plumped up as a miniature rose bud which made him more restless. This time from the unbearable wait he'd to endure before he could brush his lips against hers. Lord! And he thought she'd to seduce him to kiss her.
Once she was by the side of the pool, she bent down to pick up the shorts he'd left on the pool chair. She stopped as he spoke in a hurry, as if he'd remembered the words only when he'd realized she was leaving the area.
"Where are you going?" He stood close to the steps and raised his hands to the rails that lined the entrance to the pool.
She took a deep breath, sighing at the sight of wet mass of shoulders that bundled and moved under the pale night light. But it was slightly depressing to know that he wasn't going to let her touch him until she was done seducing him. Another sigh. "Let me change..." She said, waving with his shorts and strode forward to hunker down by the edge of the pool, with one knee resting on the marble.
He took her wrist and tugged her down, his forehead crumbled as his hand slipped at first and then steadied his hold on her the second time "What you are wearing is just fine" He said, in a husky baritone.
"What is that thing? Why is your hand slippery?" He asked, releasing his hold on her hand and looked down at his fingers as he rubbed them against each other.
"I thought a little castor oil wouldn't do any harm, given that I have a tough task ahead" She gave him a simper just as his brows creased further. She loved when he acted all innocent, but little did she know he had no clue over how the oil was supposed to aid her with her difficult job at hand.
She was about to stand up to get to the changing room in the gym, when her wrists felt squeezed by a gripping hold. He must have felt that the extra pressure was necessary with the unctuous film atop her skin. She turned to wiggle her way out of his death grip.
"But Abhi..." Her protests barely made it to her lips, for the next second, she found herself cracking the rippling mob of water. Before she sunk too far to hit bottom, his arms cradled her and steadied her on her feet. She gasped and took in a big mouthful of air, as she wiped down her face "There is no such thing as being too carful for us with the baby and all" Whacking the side of his shoulder, she smoothed her hair back that was plastered to her face.
And that is when he saw what she'd meant by the oil coming to her rescue. Her pallu with which she'd covered her back to conceal her halter top fell off and bunched up in the center of her chest to reveal much more of her fair skin. Spheres and blobs of water stuck to her skin and the white light filled each droplet with a reflection of the moon, like dancing mercury globules or shimmering diamond beads.
Then there were the rivulets streaming down her slick skin in between her breasts, as she lapped the water to adjust her clothes and the sheen that her skin picked up once the part of her body got rid of the water droplet there. Was she really acting as if she had no knowledge of the effect she was having on him? Simply put his whole body felt twisted and knotted with desire that he thought he wouldn't be able to move momentarily. Something raw and primitive rushed its course inside his body and he tensed with growing time, fearful that he might hurt her with all the maddening rush to make love to her.
His feet gained one step ahead of the other without his knowing. Before long, he had a firm clutch on her elbow and hauled her close to his body. "If the security sees me with all the clothes in the pool..." He cut her off as he turned her and went straight for her lips. Any more delay in not being able to nibble on that lower lip of hers, he thought he would combust from the ardor that was bursting through his nerves.
His hand slowly crawled over to mangle over the back of her waist, while he thrust himself on her and kissed her deeper to his fill. She responded just as needful as he was and suckled on his lips one at a time, wordlessly assuring him that she was there...in his arms just as she reckoned the week long distance she'd put between them, had him dangling from the precipice of sexual frustration.
"And here I thought I would have a tough time seducing you..." She said slowing down, mumbling against his lips. Her arms folded around his neck as she peeled herself away from his mouth and rested her chin over his shoulders. It was as if eons had passed by before she'd been granted to rest there. Her eyes drifted close as she felt him taste the curve of her neck. A moan escaped as the pad of his fingers trailed a path up her back to pull on the knot of her halter top by her nape. When she felt, he was moving too fast for her, she decided to collect on his promise.
"Let me open the bag first, now that you have had your kiss" she said, cornering herself on one edge and raised herself on tip-toe and took the small pouch she'd left along with his shorts. He didn't stop her as if he silently acknowledged it was only fair for her to have the restraints he'd placed on her from seeing the gift be lifted.
She struggled with the knot on the bag and he took it upon him to give her the big reveal. The box was out in no time and then he opened the square blue box, having it face her.
Her eyes gleamed with joy upon sighting the ring like object that had a single red ruby and smaller pearl beneath it, with three tiny gold bells attached to a ring that was in-turn fused to the pearl. She picked up the ring with trembling fingers and gazed at it with utter disbelief. It was the cutest ornament she'd seen so far and yet the antique finishing gave it the absolute reverence it deserved to symbolize the coming together of two people. She wondered why it hadn't been a chain or a finger ring as opposed to a toe ring. As her moist eyes locked with his, she realized there was no question at all. Didn't she want something as a reminder to establish her marital status and not a mere piece of jewelry?
"This is the least conspicuous piece of jewelry that symbolizes marriage I could get hold of for now...I know it's not even in our tradition to wear foot rings, but since you can't wear anything obvious, this is our best bet"
The tears that stung her eyes brimmed over her lashes and spilled endless onto her cheeks. "Thank you...You have no idea how much this means to me"
He caught her by the elbow and nudged her towards the step. Once she sat down he slightly bent down to cradle her ankle in the curve of his palms and walked backwards until he'd put enough distance between them. Without thinking through what he was doing, he kneeled to have the tip of her big toe rest on his chest and lowered the ring onto the second finger. He clasped them firmly with both his hands now and placed a kiss right on the ring; the motion of his lips had the gold bells chiming in unison. Her feet flinched and jerked a tad bit backwards, but he caught her and lowered it back on the step, before he came to sit by her. Her face tilted to its side, with the heavy mix of love, gratitude and regard that danced there in the form of those endless tears that continued to pour over face.
Her hand cupped his cheek as he rested his elbow on the step and pulled her into in his arms. Her feet stretched along the lower steps and more than half her body floated up in water, while from the chest up she lay huddled against him. The soothing cool waters did nothing to the myriad of emotions she was battling within. It had been all she wanted and for some reason, at the moment of receiving, she was in denial that dreams could come true for her.
"It's yours..." He said, as if he'd just read her mind "And no one is taking that away from you"
As much as he'd been driven initially by lust, the protective side of him had overtaken his better senses when he'd seen her cry. "Hush" He whispered low into her ears and kissed her again until she went still and her swaying emotions didn't feel so much out of control. When his eyes went back to hers, after he let go of her lips, she gave him a smile and mouthed a silent 'thank you' once more.
"You can begin with that 'kiss' now instead of thanking me..." He responded with a mischief laden smile. Like it was only a natural chain reaction, her body grew aware of how close she was to him. She'd kissed and memorized every contour of his body in all of those years they have known each other. And yet she didn't understand the tingles that spread in her body every time he looked at her as if it was the first time he was holding her at such proximity. Their complex separation had compounded to the effect and with the ring on her toe that jingled with her every small move she felt like a virgin bride.
He must have read this too, for he tenderly palmed the side of her body to learn the crests and nooks that his dark gaze couldn't trace. Her eyes scrunched up and her lips parted with a moan as that familiar butterflies fanned a warmth in her belly. It spread far and wide, filling her with a similar yearning to run her hands over his wet bare chest. With her eyes closed, as she lay there anticipating the path his fingers will take his stroking caresses went beyond her skin to kindle a heat that flared across her skin. She wasn't certain, how long she lay there with the water gently crashing at her sides, stoking the heat that rose from the earthiness he tasted on her skin with his wet playful tongue.
He lowered his lips and pulled down the strap that he'd already untied and plastered her lips to drink in the wetness that puddled there. His soft smoldering kisses quickened in pace, leaving her writhing in agony to feel more of him. He crushed her against his body and in a heated moment, he nipped her hard by her sloping chest.
"Ahhh!..." She cried and moaned as the pain and pleasure mixed as an irresistible poison in her blood, while she clumped his hair in her fists. Only, this one added to the listless reasons to love the wicked, amorous man who teased and tortured her body to hell's gates.
While the couple floated in a state of euphoria, belonging very much at home in each other's arms as darkness shrouded the place and stood testimony to all that was forbidden to them, two figures stood silhouetted in the far end of the sit-out, part angered and another part endlessly overjoyed.
"Hey Babaji!...Maan did you see that?" Geet shrieked, controlling her pitch once he tapped her shoulder and drew her from the corner, where he stayed hidden with his back to the wall.
She jerked back in time to catch him roll his eyes at her. "I can't...You keep forgetting that she is my sister"
"I don't have such problems..." She squeaked again and jumped about once before she raised herself to kiss him on the lips awkwardly. "See I told you...but you didn't believe me" she said, twisting her features with a non-existent annoyance.
She'd noticed their theatrics on the day of their poker game and had informed Maan only to be dismissed as her overactive imagination. For reasons, he didn't know, Maan didn't believe his sister still had it in her to play pranks at them, when she'd no sound basis to do so at all. He still couldn't bring himself to believe that they were a couple even after he'd objectively seen them being intimate. That blind trust for his sister had formed without his knowledge and now that she'd toyed with, he was determined to teach her a lesson, though only a mild one at that.
"Sorry luv..." He said, holding her face "I never expected them to be such brats again...I fooled myself thinking their fooling around years were over. Apparently I was wrong."
With that he heard movement on the other side and decided it was time to head back before he lost his chance to taunt the life out of her. He smiled to himself, as he braced his hand around his wife and made his way to their penthouse. The culpable culprits were finally caught after all.
Well, I tried my best in the shortest time I had. I can only hope you all liked it. Last update was a disaster, and I'm crossing fingers that this one doesn't sail towards the same category. Do let me know. Feedback helps me write better...
And those who have always supported me, thank you gals. I loved your comments.
Edited by 6thElement - 13 years ago
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