Astha got the room ready for the evening. She had also done something over the two months without anyone's knowledge. Tonight she felt confident enough to give it to Shlok. Astha quickly prepared the dinner, set the table and messaged Shlok to directly come to their room. Your dinner is awaiting in your room. Yours truly.
Shlok's heartbeat quickened when he saw the message. He was longing to spend time with Astha. His work and her time with the family did not allow them to spend enough time. One of these days he really needed to take a trip with her. He shook his head at this distraction and went back to his appointments.
Astha meanwhile opened the french doors and set their table in the garden. She kept the cutlery ready and the candles on the table. She then went to soak in a leisurely bath with lavender oils. After the shower she liberally put on vanilla lotion and brushed her hair until it shone.
Her attire for the evening was a white georgette sari with a halter neck, backless silver blouse. Long, dangling earrings, anklets, and a waist chain completed the jewellery. She gave a black smoky look to her eyes and put on a pale pink lip gloss. By this time the food from Shlok's favorite restaurant came. She hurriedly got it from the back entrance without anyone knowing.
The table set, herself ready, she put on some soft music and got the white wine out of the fridge. Right on cue Shlok came into their room. He was momentarily confused by the darkness. Astha's held his hand fast and she took him straight to the garden where she had set a romantic table for two. Seeing the food ready, that too his favorite dishes from his favorite restaurant, he was surprised and pleased.
And then he looked at her. His mouth almost opened wide at the change in his demure wife. She was looking freaking hot! He almost melted in a puddle under her feet right then. A soft breeze blew her hair away from her body. Shlok's heart slammed against his chest at the bare back. His hands itched to run through her curves. He somehow held back. He realized Astha had been talking all along. And he hadn't heard one word of it. Shit!
Astha turned back and saw the hot desire in his eyes. He quickly shielded his eyes but she had already seen his look. And she was pleased. Her efforts were not wasted. She pulled his chair and made him sit. They had their dinner in leisure. Both of them were enjoying the music and they had a pleasant conversation now and then.
Shlok was falling for Astha deeper. He was relaxed after the wine. The conversation was smooth. After their main course, Shlok suddenly got up. He held his hands. "Dance?" Astha was surprised. "But we still have the dessert."
"We can have it later. After the dance."
Astha too got up and put her hands in his. They swayed and twirled in perfect unison to the music. After sometime the dancing became gentle swaying. Both of them came closer. Her hands on his shoulder crept up around his neck. His hands roamed on her bare back, caressing her and enticing her. "Do you know you are driving me crazy with what you're wearing Astha?" His voice was a husky whisper directed at her left ear.
Astha trembled at his words. He gently tugged her earlobe with his lips while she closed her eyes in ecstasy. Shlok held her firmly and brought her closer to his hardened body. Astha let out a small moan. As if he had been waiting for this all along, he lifted her in his arms and went into their still dark room. He gently laid her on the bed and went to the refrigerator, unbuttoning his shirt on the way. He took out the ice cream from the fridge and joined her on the bed.
Astha saw him get something from the fridge. "What is that?"
"Our dessert."
"But I have stored it on the other side."
He simply kept mute. He scooped out a little ice cream and fed it to her, wantedly dropping some on her lips. She protested at the sudden chillness. He swiftly licked the ice cream off her lips. "Shlok." She closed her eyes tightly at the sudden pleasure rushing through her veins.
Moving her sari away, he took out another spoonful and directly dropped it on her navel. Uncaring of her protest, he bent to lick the ice cream off her bare skin. She sucked in her breath at his actions. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined Shlok would do this to her.
Astha clutched Shlok's hair and turned her face into the pillow. Shlok completed his ministrations at her curvaceous hips and came back to her lips. The kiss was hot, fierce, urgent and sensual. He fell back on the bed and pulled her on top of him. Shlok's hands untied her blouse at her neck. Before he could go in deeper, varad knocked at their door. Varad's voice sounded frantic. "Shlok. Shlok come out."
Both of them bolted out of the bed. Astha went into the washroom to take a shower and change, while Shlok buttoned his shirt and went to open the door. Shlok was already worried. The usually calm and composed Varad never sounded this worried.
Astha went into the washroom in haste. She still felt the passion from their love making. She felt hot and sticky at places. Her face turned crimson at Shlok's sensual antics. He was a wonderful lover. She instinctively knew they were going to blow off the roof with their passion. And then she remembered Varad bhai's frantic call. Her worry and concern increased. She quickly showered and got out in her nightdress to find out what the matter was.
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