Flowing melodies..... Updated at Page 17 (Sept 22nd) - Page 6

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My favorite line is "In the ashes of the MH17 debacle, she has found her soul mate in Raman."

Ishita pain to loose her best friend in MH17 was very well written that it brought tears in my eyes.

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A short update on the scene from previous posting. Please bear with my floundering attempt on romance, sensual writing.

I think, I need to label the next part for mature readers only (18+). Teenagers please skip this short posting.

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Flowing Melodies: Smile of an angel (cont...)

Learned people have quoted that desire is will and will is your deed; as is your deed so is your destiny. A marriage started with the label Sirf Ruhi Ki Liya', building a relationship with rest of the family, bonding with the reason for the relationship, her cute Ruhi, forging the bridge of trust with the man in front of her but never, never had she expected life to throw this curve ball in her direction. She remembers her young, foolish wish during college years, just like any other young carefree lady would want. A life of fun, a loving partner, realizing the fulfillment of being a woman. Everything had crashed with Subhu, the consequent unfortunate groom choice made by her parents cemented her belief that it was not written in her fate to have a partner where she could forge a relationship in the true sense. Now...

The look of sincerity and passion in Raman's eyes drove every last shed of shyness from Ishita's mind. She knew if she pulled away, he would respect her wish. Ishita wraps her arms around Raman, she feels herself melting against him. His jaw rasped against her, where he hadn't shaved since morning; his 5 o'clock shadow creating a friction on her face. She pulls back, Raman notices the red marks on her cheeks. He rubs his 5 o'clock subtle and ruefully smiles, I need to shave, if not your whole face is going to be marked. He makes a puppy face at her and pulls his ears in apology. Ishita doesn't want his apology. She rejoiced in the roughness of his stubble and his hard warmth that was driving every last trauma of the day, of the past couple of days and of the longer past away from her mind.

The only thing that mattered was Raman. Here and now, the desire that had her clinging to him, as the only sure, secure thing in her crumbling universe. What if in normal day to day, she was the constant strong port for him to dock during the turbulent wind of his life. The strength he hangs on too; now, she needs him. Needs his warmth to take away the feeling of ice from her veins created by the sudden loss of her friend, Shreya. She wants this, very much! Wants to know the feeling of being one with her man more than ever before. Thousand times more!

Raman could see the conflicting emotions on Ishita's face, read her like a book, following each silent sentence of her body was conveying to him, his long tanned finger pulled her leg from the floor, he slowly thumbs her soles. Caress the inner soles of her toes, run his fingers lightly across her knees up to her thigh. Looking into her eyes, Raman slowly starts to suck her right toe. Oh Gosh! The sensation was electrifying for Ishita. She tries to jerk her toe away but Raman holds her ankle firmly, not releasing her. Looking at the deep pools of his eyes, she goes with the flow, tugs his arms and jerks him forward. She might be the innocent in this relationship but that doesn't mean she does not understand or care for him. Raman has just had a nightmare, she does not know the details about it but it surely involves her. For him to shout her name during his sleep means that he is deeply disturbed. She knows him, he needs her care now and he needs to know that he is the most important person in her life, even more than Ruhi. More than Ruhi???? When did this happen? Ishita marvels at her inner self's conclusion but this is not the time to analyze her feelings. Raman's need is paramount, rest can come later.

She pushes him to the bed and semi reclines on him, starts to trace his strong chin, bow shaped lips and litters small kisses thru out his face. He lies on the bed with legs outstretched, not moving an inch, not giving any reaction. This fuels Ishita's determination to get a reaction from him. She could be without experience but her love for him means she would go to any length to seduce him. In her innocence, she sits astride on top of him, covering his groin. Immediately she feels his manhood springing into action. Ishita feels nervous; Raman lies rigidly, letting Ishita make all the moves. His chest is bronzed and beautifully contoured; she has seen him shirtless countless times but never this near, never with this feeling that he belongs to her, never with this kind of anticipation. With a small sob of need, Ishita runs her hands across his chest. "You are beautiful". It seemed as natural to say it as it is to breathe. Tentatively, Ishita starts pressing soft kisses to his heaving chest. He smelled of pine and masculine musk that acted like an aphrodisiac on her already heightened senses. His skin tasted slightly salty when she brought her tongue across the hard wall of muscle and bone.

Raman couldn't take the sweet torture anymore. He had let her initiate the moves as he was worried she might get scared with his carnal need but in her innocence, each of her touch made him carve for more; he was worried his control shattering and he might behave like an animal, scaring Ishita forever. He hauled her up, they were plastered together. "Not nearly as beautiful as you are, my darling", the endearment and compliment astonishes Ishita. Raman has always joked about her looks and weight. Did he really think of her as beautiful or was it sex talking? Ishita's insecurities rear its ugly head. How could she compare with Shagun? Before she could think further, Raman starts kissing her, plundering her mouth like a pirate. Her senses go out of her brain. At that moment, she doesn't care who Raman has been with before, all she knows is she is his present and he was with her. Like this...

Raman and Ishita's sanggamam commences.

It's another story for another time...