ALMOST LOVERS
Chapter Twenty Seven
Bodies…..hearts
Melting in to you,
Arms around me,
The comfort, the desire,
Overwhelm this soul
Drowning in your presence,
You breath into me,
The taste of you lingers,
My body burns.
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There was such painful bliss in being in his arms again. A part of her wanted to move away from him, push him far away.
But another part wanted to pull him closer and get even more into him.
His lips shifted lower, brushing on her jaw and his stubble tickled her sensitive neck. Caught in a moment that left her breathless, she dug her nails into his hair.
"No one else" he whispered as his hands slid under her top to dig into her belly button, swirling and pressing.
And she burned.
Such was this craze that she could only breach the distance, not take an inch back despite her mind telling her to stop.
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She could feel the pain go away as she lost herself within their kiss, letting go of the past and the consequences.
It was wrong…..she knew that at the back of her mind but wrong or right were abstract concepts at the moment. There were sensations overwhelming her, only the sense of being cocooned against the world.
She knew that should move away, as she felt his hands travel under her t-shirt, to stroke the sensitive skin of her belly. As his lips finally dragged away from hers, she took a deep breath, only to have it catch it again as her raised her so that she was held up in air by him and then pushed against the wall.
If she had been capable of thinking, that one movement made her mind blank, it was past the point of no return. Instead she sank further into him.
His lips bit her jaw lightly before blowing the softest of kissed on to the area, harsh and gentle with one stroke. She pulled his face closer and let her lips press against whatever part of him she could reach; against his jaw, lips, eyes and ears.
Even as he used his strength to hold her against the wall, he still managed press his hands against her, sensuously going up till it was in the valley of her chest.
The thud of her heartbeats against his hands echoed his own rampant beat and it echoed the thunder of passion that had burst between them.
Without any coherent thoughts, he lifted up her shirt, removing it with care and kissed the skin that it left bear. She was as soft as the breeze, so light to touch that she felt like gossamer fabric against callouses of his hands.
A part of him knew that he should stop what he was doing, that it was wrong to take advantage of her while she was in such a vulnerable state. She would regret this later and in turn make him regret it. He should be taking time to win her over instead of taking it this far this quickly.
But he had lost the minute control he had possessed by her touch. Almost against his will he reached for her, wanting a piece of her forever.
Geet shivered as she felt the breeze against her bare skin but even as it hit her, Maan's warmth covered her again. It was glorious this feeling of being so close to him but her mind tried to break past the barrier of denial. It wanted her to understand the step that she was taking, the irreversible decision she was on the verge of making.
But it was futile for she wanted oblivion from pain, from the coldness in her life. She wanted to soak up this warmth and breathe for a moment through someone else, regardless of the consequences or how wrong it may be.
So she let him pull her closer, let him slowly undress her even as he trailed kisses down her back and let him lay her down on the couch.
The only light was the glow from the street lights but she could see the intensity in his eyes as he unbuttoned his shirt, ever so slowly and the burn as he let his fingers brush against her sensitive skin.
She gasped as she felt him press against her as he lay over her prone body, the skin to skin contact too intimate for anything she had ever experienced before.
I've never gone so far with Rehan, the traitorous thought cross her mind as she felt Maan's fingers go lower and lower down her stomach, creating chaos within her. But it was a chaos that blinded her from the rest of the world and its problems, chaos that created peace as well.
And any thoughts of Rehan melted along with any resistance she could have mustered if she had felt the need to.
She tentatively she pressed her fingers along his back, feeling the muscles clench at the lightest touch and she understood the power she held over this man. Dragging her fingers up, she brushed across his hair and lightly down the side of his ear.
Groaning at her sensuous touch, Maan leaned back a bit, making sure that she was staring at him and knew that it was him. As he met her eyes, he saw a flicker of something that he couldn't define but it gave him confidence that this was meant to be, that they were meant to be.
So going back towards her, he took her lips for a kiss that expressed all his love, he poured all his feelings into it.
It was only as he felt her relax, the tension gone leaving the languor of passion that he pressed into her and breeched the final barrier.
Geet felt the pain in the intrusion but then she also felt him tense above her, body rigid but unyielding to the passion in the face of her pain.
"Are you okay?" Maan wanted to take all of it away, despite the pleasure from being so close to her. He would wait for eternity it if meant taking away the hurt, if it meant her pleasure.
Geet looked up at him and saw the concern in the passion filled glance and she could only nod, knowing that she had gone passed a point of no return.
And Maan could no longer hold back, with a muffled curse he pressed his lips against her neck as he started to move again.
As the waves of pleasure started to hit both of them, Maan couldn't help but think, this is a part of perfection.
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As she felt his lips again the hollow of her neck, she swallowed trying to overcome the torrent of emotion and memories that his touch brought to her.
Nature had created each for the other and together they were greater than the sum of the individuals. Even her body accepted that but sometimes nature creates beautiful destruction in the guise of perfection.
Perfection may this moment be, perfection may they be together but she had already been burnt by this perfection and no longer wanted to rely on it.
But sometimes the strength of nature, even in its destructive form, cannot be defeated nor cannot it be diverted. As much as she wanted to deny or resist what her soul yearned for, she could not deny it at this moment.
The hard shell of anger and resentment that she held on to, was no match to the feelings that this man could create with his touch and for one moment she wanted to forget about the past that coloured their relationship.
For a moment she wanted to go back to being his Geet and let him be hers.
And that is why she didn't stop him. For a moment she let herself be greedy and take in the love that was always in front of her but the love she was starved of.
"Let me…let me lo-" He whispered in desperation, but she didn't let him finish the words. She didn't want to hear the word "love" for she would start questioning that love. Instead she pressed her lips to his, answering the question that was floating between them.
Maan could feel all the weight on himself falter as Geet kissed him after so long, the first time she had initiated something between them since the fatal day.
And that action made him forget the distance between them. For at this point he was her husband and she was his wife, his to love and hold forever.
So he took her in his arms and carried her to their bed. With the utmost care he laid her down on the bed and took his time to stare at her. But her eyes were closed, clenched tight.
"Look at me" He wanted to see her, wanted to see whether there was any of the resentment that was always between them.
But when she opened her eyes he saw pain and hurt, that he was responsible for. With a responding pain in his heart, he leaned forward to press his lips against her eyes and willed himself to take away all the pain away.
With hands that remember every part of her, he slowly undressed her and took in the beauty that he thirsted for. His felt her body flush against his, beckoning with memories of their intimacy.
And he lost himself in making love to her, quenching his thirst of years.
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AUTHOR's NOTE:
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