May I come in Sir? Her feeble voice melted him like hot chocolate; her sweet fragrance had hypnotized him instantly. She walked towards him handing over his cup of black coffee. His hand touched her soft delicate fingers and the coffee mug fell down shattering into pieces. He pulled her closer to him and removed her neatly combed hair making them all messy. Their faces were just inches away. Sir? She asked questioningly under his warm breath. Shhsh..he said keeping his finger on her lip and slowly pinned her against the wall. His finger artistically played all over her face while their eyes did all the talking. He removed the button of her shirt and kissed the nape of her neck followed by her collarbone and then her throat. She felt herself lost in his hold and her cold fingers approached his neck as sign of allowance to explore her. He moved upwards kissing her chin and without giving much time for her to breathe, he sealed his lips with hers. He held her tightly leaving not even an inch gap between them and her hands played in his hair and neck. He turned her, pushed all her hair to one side, and kissed her neck. He then removed her shirt and kissed her exposed shoulder making her lose herself into him. His firm grip on her hip and his touch made her shiver. Despite the chillness of the air conditioner, she felt warm and cozy under his breath.
The peon opened the door and excused himself, their eye lock broke from each other, and she placed the coffee mug on his table and sped her way back into her cabin without looking at him even once.
Cricket
Indian Mythology
