Author's note: Warning only and only 18+. Kids should strictly refrain from reading. A kind request to all the readers below 18 to skip this part.😉
Part 20:
Geet tried to focus, totally disorientated , let alone Maan?s assault on her senses.
Maan?s self-loathing, the contempt in his voice for her, lashed at Geet as she pulled her top back together and scrambled to her feet. Turning her back on him, she moved stiffly, her knees trembling, her hands shaking slightly, trying to get up.
What a stupid,stupid thing for her to have done!
Not that she?d had any choice in the matter'she?d been too stunned after her fall to resist when Maan began to kiss her with such urgent demand. But to have allowed herself to respond to Maan?s kisses and caresses'to groan that response out loud!'had been the height of stupidity on her part.
She tried to walk but the pain pierced through her. Tears cascaded down her eyes but she ignored the pain and tried to walk out. Suddenly she was lifted by a strong pair of arms as he carried her up the stairs and to her room.
Geet snapped into awareness of exactly where she was and who she was with!'as sheheard her bedroom door close softly behind them. Just because Maan was actually being nice to her for a change, it didn?t alter the fact that he was just a powerful man who had been obsessed about her but now had no interest in her.
She moved his arm, which was draped about her waist, away from her, and released herself from the heat of his body to turn and look at him from beneath lowered lashes. 'Thank you for your concern just now, Maan.? She spoke guardedly. 'But, I think it?s time we went to bed now.It is going to be a long day tomorow so i will wish you a good night,? she tried acting unaffected but she could hear her own heart beating against her ribcage.
Maan did not reply. Instead he picked her up again and laid her on the bed. He was about to move away but Geet's clasped hands round his neck prevented him from doing so. He looked at her soft brown eyes filling up with unshed tears, and that was all it took for him to lose his control.
He sat beside her sensuously, his hands cradling each side of her face as he looked down at her before lowering his head to hers
Her arms moved up about his shoulders, reacting instinctively in the anonymity of the semidarkened room. Her fingers laced in the silkiness of the hair at his nape, her lips parting beneath his as he groaned low in his throat before deepening the kiss. He claimed her mouth, his tongue invading searchingly, and then he laid leisurely siege, possessing her with long, stroking, marauding movements.
Heat filled her. Her buds engorged as they firmed, and the secret area between her thighs dampened hotly as Maan moved his mouth from hers to seek out the hollows of the creamy column of her throat. His lips were demanding as they lingered at the heated throb of the pulse that beat there so erratically now.
Geet's back arched instinctively as one of his hands moved to cup the fullness of her breast,curving, capturing, before his thumb slid caressingly over its hardened tip. At the same time his lips continued their leisurely exploration of her throat, his tongue seeking and finding all the delicate hollows as he trailed open-mouthed kisses down her creamy skin to where his hand cradled the breast that was ready and waiting for capture and ravishment.
She gasped as he drew her nipple inside his mouth to suckle and lave, his tongue erotically sensual through the thin material of her top, and her hands contracted in the thick silkinessof his hair as pleasure surged through her body in fiery waves.
She cried out as he drew her bud deeply into his mouth, his tongue a rough rasp now, his teeth gently biting, driving her higher, ever higher. He shifted slightly and she could feel the hardness of his arousal against the waiting softness of her thighs.
Maan moved against her once, twice, letting her know how badly he wanted her, that he was as aroused and needy as she was, before lifting his head slightly and pushing her top up above her breasts.
His sight was accustomed to the semi-darkness now, and he looked down at thecreamily tempting orbs, at the inviting hardness of those rose-tinted tips.
He raised his desire-darkened gaze to look at her.at the pouting fullness of lips swollen fromhis kisses, at her hair a dark swathe on the pillow beneath her, her brown eyes misted with arousal.
He continued to look into her eyes until, with his hand still laying claim to the breast that had already received his worshipping attention, he slowly lowered his head and turned his attention to her other breast. He kissed moistly across the milky swell, then to its side and beneath the firm uptilt, before moving his tongue lightly, teasingly, across the waiting nipple, watching Geet's face as she gave a surrendering sigh, her eyes closing as she arched against him in silent pleading.
It was a plea that Maan answered as he suckled deeply.drinking, tasting.her heated response driving him to deeper intimacies. His other hand left her breast and trailed down the slenderness of her waist, easily dispensing with the dori of her pant and sliding it down to move in against her silky panties.
He could feel her heat, her dampness, through the silky material as his hand curved about her mound her thighs moved up to meet his caress.His suckling at her breast grew less demanding as he centred his attention on the caress of his hand below, her raggedly indrawn breath, following by a quivering moan, telling him that he had succeeded.
He left one last, lingering caress on her breast before moving up to once again claim her lips with his. Her lips parted beneath his, the urgency of her kiss telling him of her need, of the aching desire his touch elicited as his fingers moved feather-light against her, allowing her to become accustomed to his touch before he moved assuredly beneath the silky scrap of material to her silken curls, and then inside to the heat he sensed.felt.throbbing hotly.
She was moist and swollen, so, so slick to the touch, becoming more so as he stroked against her, circling her entrance, the hardened nub above, and then back again as her thighs parted to allow him easier access.
Geet lost herself in the sensual pleasure Maan was creating with every touch, every caress,moving against him instinctively as he stroked his fingers lightly, and then harder, as he took his lips from hers and moved his free hand down her body to slide her pants and panties down her thighs before totally discarding them.
Her eyes opened wide as she felt his hands on her hips, the touch of his lips against her sensitive inner thighs, and her breath left her in a gasp as she felt his tongue against her parted flesh.
Hot, aching pleasure engulfed her as he laved her, before returning to her hardened nub, creating a rush of liquid fire between her thighs.
Her head moved from side to side on the pillow as she became lost in pleasure. Maan's hands moved to cup her bottom as he lifted her to him, to gain further access, Geet cried out,exquisite sensation coursing through her as she opened herself to his probing tongue,whimpering softly as she felt herself starting to spiral out of control.
Aware of her approaching release, Maan gentled his tongue, holding her there, as one of his hands moved once again to stroke her entrance. One finger moved enticingly around those swollen lips, almost penetrating, before once again retreating, repeating the caressuntil Geet cried out wanting for more.
She lay back on the bed, breathless, boneless, awash in a sea of sensations where only Maan and she existed. Her arms moved up about his shoulders as he once again moved over her, and she pulled him down into a kiss of such sweet pleasure that she felt as if she had died and gone to heaven.
A heaven where desire, wanting, need, were quickly re-aroused as Maan quickly threw off hisclothes and came back into her arms, wonderfully, magnificently naked. His body was satin skinover hard muscle and sinew, sleekly powerful, and the wildness of his hair gave him a recklessly piratical appearance as he looked down at her before gently nudging her thighs apart.
His hands cupped each side of her face and he looked up at her hungrily. I want to be inside you. Deep inside you,? he added forcefully, and his thighs were sliding in between hers as his hardness probed and entered her swollen entrance.
'Deep, deep, inside you,? he promised, and he surged into her heat, her wetness. Geet screamed in pain as he tore into her. Then slowly shetook him, all of him, her muscles clamping tightly around him as her body spasmed and then settled to his rhythm as he moved in and then slowly out of her.
It took every effort of Maan's self-control to keep his movements slow and gentle, to allow her tightness to become accustomed to him, for her body to adapt to the size and hardness of him.
His teeth were gritted, and sweat broke out on his brow as he stroked his hips slowly in andagainst her, nearly losing his grip on that control as he heard her gasps, her throaty cries, felt herhands tightly gripping his shoulders as she began to move urgently against him.
He gentled her urgency and slowed to roll his hips against hers, his thrusts more shallow,sliding, gliding against her inner sensitivity, his gaze capturing and holding hers as he brought her again and again to the edge of release, only to hold her there, to wait for those spasms to subside, before once again beginning those shallow thrusts. Gently, oh-so-gently, her inner softness convulsed and tightened about him.
Minutes later, as she wrapped her legs about his waist and pulled him surgingly deep inside her,he knew that she could wait no longer'that Geet's time had come.
Her eyes widened and her breathing was snatched as he sank himself fully inside her, like asword in the snugness of its sheath. And Maan was able to see as well as feel when, seconds later,she reached that second climax.
Deep, intense satisfaction welled within him as he felt her muscles tighten and then swell around him, and he watched the way her face filled with the sheer pleasure of her release, eyes closed, cheeks flushed, her lips slightly parted as she lay back, limp and replete upon the rumpled bed.
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Sunshine coursed through the windows as she opened her sleepy eyes. Suddenly she remembered what happened yesterday! But instead of shame, she felt elated. A strange new emotion overtook her. She knew she was in love with him.
Maan was not to be seen. She quickly dressed up and came down the stairs hoping to see Maan. But she only met Aadi who told her that her luggage was already on the plane and she was to proceed there.
As she entered the plane, she felt a sharp pain slice her heart when Maan totally ignored her and concentrated on his laptop like nothing happened. As the plane took off Geet knew that nothing would ever be the same again for her.
Edited by kathie_berns - 13 years ago
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