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|| PART 14 ||
"He's not your prince charming if he doesn't make sure you know that you're his princess."
Virat's POV:
"Virat, it's raining.." her eyes sparkle excitedly. She moves her hand from around my neck and extends it out to hold the pearls of water in her soft and beautiful hands as I carry her inside.
"Is it?" I ask her. You can trust her to point out the obvious. She cannot just experience a beautiful thing, she has to say it out aloud and double her treat. She is very greedy that way.
If it is true that life is not about the number of breaths we take, but about the moments that take our breath away; I am sure this counts as one of those. I know she is nervous, she can barely look at me. She is standing turned away from me, looking down at the lobby of the hotel from the glass elevator as we go up. Her fingers curled into a tiny fist. She peeks up at me every now and then, through her long lashes. Catching my gaze, she smiles profusely, blushes and looks away. This is the affect I have on her - too surreal to be true, right?
She runs inside our suite holding her shoes, drops of water dripping down onto the carpet .
"Hey!" I hold her hand and pull her to me once we were inside.
"What?" she smiles shyly.
"Are you running away from me?"
"No." She whispers slowly. But she goes in anyway and comes out drying herself.
She hands me a dry towel. I push it away childishly.
"Dry yourself.." she scolds.
"You know, a pretty girl taught me that it is real fun to talk and make out in rain. I want to refresh that memory of mine.." I say pulling her into my arms.
"Drunkard!" she murmurs, putting the towel on my head and she dries my head with her soft little fingers. Her touch is just so tender, pushing all the wrong kind of buttons inside me. I hold her waist and she shivers. Her body is just so responsive to my touch. And I feel the same way.
"Virat!"
"WHAT?"
"Here, I got you dry clothes. I am going to go change.."
"Wait up. Let me look at you.." I turn her face to me and I notice tiny little pearls of water rolling off from her hair, slowly onto her face, neck and into her dress. I do not switch on the light and neither does she, but the light from the neighboring buildings cascades into our room, dimly. A certain wayward droplet on her chin catches my eye - it was threatening to roll down, over her soft and tempting neckline and I, with envy, wipe it out of its existence with my lips. And then I see another one, I catch it too, just in time. This continues, as I plant soft little feathery kisses on her jaw line, dipping into the softness of her neck and she moves her head away to give me more access, moaning, driving me off the edge.
"Viraaat!" Her hand was on my back and she tightens her clasp as I move closer. Her soft little hands clutching less than tenderly, creates a havoc inside me and I gently touch her quivering lips with mine. She pushes me away giggling.
"I am just returning the favor honey. This is drying too..."
"So thoughtful of you!" she looks up pretending to be annoyed.
I am grinning and she blushes. "I will be right back.."
"No!" I pull her back.
"Virat! I have needs.."
"Uh?" I look at her bewildered.
"Bathroom needs.." she clarifies.
I roll my eyes. "Alright, come back soon.."
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Manvi's POV:
Crapola!! This isn't really happening, is it? Oh my god! Oh my god! What should I wear?
It is not really going to matter, whatever it is, he would want to peel it off you - don't ya think??? My sub-conscious quips sarcastically, lounging, relaxed in her hammock, with her sunglasses on. I tell her to take a hike.
I am in the walk-in closet and I shuffle through my dresses, I find the red saree with a golden border that I wore after my wedding - my first wedding, it occurs - making me grin. He liked it.
Aw, his words in the chapel. He is falling in love with me and he never wants me to be away from him. I close my eyes and a warm pleasant sensation fills my heart. I want to do something special for him. I am not that good with words but, maybe I will bake him a cake when we go back.
So, today is the first night of your second wedding - are you atleast going to do something tonight? - My evil twin raises her ugly head again.
I frown at my evil twin. She looks unaffected. She continues her banter - you know, while you are dressing up for him, he might have had fallen asleep and for all you know, he might me snoring out loud right now.
Hey, can you please let me focus? I snap at her and tell her where to go.
"Manvi, you alright?" Virat shouts.
"Yeah, gimme a minute." I shout back. I quickly change. I look into the mirror and my face falls. I am not satisfied - this isn't right. Maybe I should try that pink saree I wore the other day. I search for it.
Why don't I like anything?
"Mannu, if you are not coming out in the next thirty seconds, I am coming in.."
"NO! Wait"
Damn, couldn't you give the girl a few minutes?
I take a deep breath and walk out and he was fiddling with his ipod on the speakers.
"Manv...!!!!!!!!!!" he yells again as he was turned away from me. But, he stops in his tracks sensing my presence. "Manvi!!"
He locks his eyes with mine and does not react for a few seconds and then he smiles, widely - it was a carefree, shy and boyish smile - and his smile tells it all. He likes it, very much. He extends both his hands out towards me, inviting me in, holding the same smile and how can a girl resist this? I walk into his arms as my heart was beating a strange exciting but melodious tune. He hugs me tightly and lifts me up against him, onto his feet. Both my feet were on his and he was moving me along with him slowly, tenderly, with both his hands holding my body against him.
"You are a witch Manvi, and you have completely bewitched me..." he says with dreamy eyes.
A witch?
"Then you are my wizard.." I tell him smiling. I will have to make that cake a chocolate frosted fudge one.
He laughs.
"Um, I'd rather be your prince charming.." he nibbles my earlobe and it has the same affect as before, how can he make such a small portion of my body create such an earthquake inside me?
Wait a minute, he said something. Prince charming?? Aw!
"The frog-gy one???" I ask, teasingly.
He laughs again. "Yeah, the frog-gy one. I am still waiting for that kiss, princess."
Haw! Princess! kiss! my own sweet little fairy tale this is - isn't it? My face warms up under his hot gaze.
"Oh, Manvi, you have no idea what I'd do to know your thoughts?" he kisses my cheek and I turn away holding his waist with one of my hands giggling. He leans in and looks at me with those shiny sparks of light - they bore deep into my soul and I am melting away. He closes his eyes and his lips were inches away from me. His warm breath on my lips, his nose nuzzling my cheeks, his fingers on my face, those thin shiny pulls of electricity tangible in between us - It is like I am in a different kind of world. He turns me around and put his hands around my waist, kissing my neck.
I love the way you do your sweet tango..
The way you want to do everything but talk
I let him. I am not going to stop him. I want this - our relationship wants this -this intimacy. And a deep, naughty part of me is very, very happy with the way things are panning out. I look at him lost in his charm and his beautiful face, his perfectly sculptured jaw, his high masculine cheek-bones with a hint of stubble in it. I touch his cheeks with my fingers and feel it gently prick my skin. I smile and he is shaking his head amused.
And how you stare at me with those undress-me eyes
Your breath on my body makes me warm inside
His fingers move up along the length of my hand, gently kisses the crook of my neck and I convulse in his arms. It is very, very tender but at the same time, extremely hot. He moves behind me and his fingers move along my collar bone and he places his elbow around my neck. Desire emanates fluid and intense from his eyes.
Let's make out, let's do something amazing
Let's do something that's all the way
'Cause I've never touched somebody
Like the way I touch your body
Now I never wanna let your body go
He lifts me up in his arms and takes me to the bed. With utmost happiness and delight, I notice that the couch is out of picture. I thought he would put me on the bed but he puts me down on my feet. I look into his eyes and his breath is hitched and I cannot look away from his captivating eyes. I am completely enraptured in them.
Let's make a night, to remember
From January, to December
Let's make love, to excite us
A memory, to ignite us
His hand on my waist, moves up gently over my skin and pushes my saree off. I become extremely shy and I turn away but I don't stop him. I cannot, I like it - I like his soft and tender touch on my skin and the way his eyes travel down my body sending delicious ripples of a sweet and smoldering sensation.
He holds my face with both his hands as my hair flows freely in between his fingers, he pulls me onto him and kisses my mouth, deeply, leaning towards me. My legs hit the bed and as he was coming onto me strongly, I fall back and he falls over me. He is making out - like he never has. I am heaving and panting in his sensual assault; his hands are everywhere. Oh, Virat. I don't know how long I can keep up!
Let's make honey baby, soft and tender
Let's make sugar darlin', sweet surrender
Let's make a night, to remember, all life long
"Stay still baby.." he whispers. That's when I realize that I was practically wriggling in his arms - his every touch, sending shivers down my spine and his every kiss making my body quiver. My whole body was on fire and it doesn't look like he is going to stop.
"You look so beautiful." He comes up and whispers in my ear. He kisses my cheeks, eyes and lips and his hands move around my body undressing the rest of my saree. I whimper and moan into his mouth. My hands are curling up in his hair and tugging them nervously. He groans in response.
"Baby, you are driving me crazy." he says. His hand at my waist, travels up the dips and ebbs of my curves on my belly and pulls me into his arms, rolls over and unclips my bra and it drops off me leaving me all bared in front of him. I am deeply embarassed and my face must be blazing a hundred different shades of red by now.
His eyes are on me and I haven't felt his bashful in my entire life. He smiles and passes his hands over my softness grazingly. I shudder - under this sweet torture.
"You need to stay still baby.."
"How can I?" I snap heaving.
He smirks. He is unbuttoning his shirt and I look at him as he gets undressed and huddles behind me. He covers us both with the duvet.
Oh my!
Can I handle him?
He is just too sexy.
I move my hands onto his chest and feel his hard muscles, my hands feel so soft on him. He is very muscular. He takes my hand and kisses it softly. "Trust me?" he asks.
I blink at him and he kisses my forehead and then claims my lips again, exploring my mouth with his tongue. My lips automatically respond to his, whenever he wants. I feel like he has encaptured me and imprisonated me somehow - because, this moment, I will do anything to please him - anything. His hands pass over my legs and arch them up. "I love your long legs - I have wanted to feel them, for a while.." he says.
Really?
Oh, and I think about ya all the time
Can't you see you drive me outta my mind
Well, I'm never holdin' back again
Yeah, I never want this night to end
"Trust me?" he asks again.
"Yes." I whisper.
He smiles and kneels in front of me. He starts kissing my body - sweetly, tenderly - every inch of it. I feel his lips on my stomach, my thighs, legs. I clutch the sheets as whatever he is doing is such a turn on, I feel all my muscles clench deep inside me and I don't know what is doing to follow, but all this takes me up onto the top of a steep and high mountain. I am all wound up and he is making me needy. I throw my head back and I try to control the wild electric bundle of nerves simmering with sparks and current inside me. I am all touch and sensation.
I raise up and stop him. "Please Virat."
He kisses me on my mouth, absorbing all my moans, while his fingers travel inside me, finding a soft spot. "Aaah!" I shout. "What are you doing?"
"Making sure you are ready baby.."
"This is going to hurt a little.."
Hurt?? No, this feels awesome. Oh my freaking god! This is what all the fuss was about. If I was on the top of the mountain before, this takes me up into the sky on a slow and steady parachute. I hold his arms and dig onto them tightly as he continues blasting each of my nerve ending with his burning touch.
"Virat..I am dying..please stop!!"
"I am going to take you in baby.."
Uh?
He eases himself into me and I feel a strange prickly fullness in me. "Ah!" he gasps hovering over me. There is a look of ecstatic raw pleasure on his face and I forget whatever little pain that I am experiencing. He looks at me, gauging my reaction and I nod shyly. He possesses my mouth, and actually, the whole of me and starts moving slowly. It did hurt, a little bit, but then I slowly started building up again, like before and he increases his pace, slowly and steadily, thrusting himself into me and I am reaching for the sun. We both are covered in a strange warmth and I am just waiting to explode, holding it off for him to reach where I already am. He is slamming into me now "Manvi!!!" he cries. And I let go as he calls my name and so does he.
We both burn and fall back onto earth into a serene and beautiful ocean. He collapses on me and I let go all my muscles and we are drenched in love and sweat, basking in a strange after-glow, all consumed. He is panting and a big look of satisfaction rides on his face. I feel happy, that I was able to give him that. He lifts his head and locks my eyes in his.
I love the way you move tonight
Beads of sweat drippin' down your skin
Me lying here, and you lyin' there
Our shadows on the wall and our hands everywhere
"You alright baby?" he asks.
I just smile.
He places a quick kiss on my lips and eases out of me, slowly. Ow!
He pulls me into his arms and hugs me. "Seriously, you alright?" he asks again.
"umm..that was something.." I tell him.
"Something huh?" he looks at me.
"Baking a cake wouldn't even begin to cover it..."
"What?!"
"I am tired Virat.."
"Umm..me too.."
"Virat?"
"Um?"
"I love you.."
"I love you too darling.." he hugs me tightly.
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Her innocent laugh, her joyful giggle, her angelic eyes and her warm smile - how did all these things become more important than my own little life - what would I not do to protect and preserve them?
Manvi, I discovered a feeling that erases the wounds of my past and heals the scars my broken dreams...
A feeling, that transforms me to a person that I wanted to be and not what life has forced me to become...
A feeling, that passes tremors, crumbling the foundations of the sturdy high walls I had build around me...
A feeling, that ignites a fire of desire in my cold, cold heart..
This feeling, darling, I had discovered, when I hold you in my arms..
And now, I can only let you go when I let go off the life I hold within me.
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Edited by bluebolt - 12 years ago
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