Steamy Titles & Seeds of suspicion
"Dont the Iyers have a bed time?" he mocked, searching for her safety pin on her left shoulder.
she turned denying him access "Ummm we do, its usually around 2 or 3 AM during weekends" she said straining away from him
He turned her on to her back again " And u accuse me of never coming to bed?" he went down on her neck, she put her hand between her neck and his face, cupping his face in her hand, trying not to smile
"I gave you a bunch of books to read"
"Savage passions"
""Bond of Hatred"
"Ruthlessly bedded, forcibly wedded" he asked passionatley, finally reaching her safety pin, and undoing it, her pallu was still tucked in her waist
She laughed hysterically " Oh! come on, where is your sense of humor?" she pleaded, as they tossed, over and under the other person establishing supremacy
OR NOT...
His hand dealt with her waist folds... he pulled all of it out in one stroke and spread it all over the bed
"what was Appa's darling daughter saying to him?" he asked, his hand on her belly... circling her navel
"Oh! just the usual... Punjabi men are not expressive" "they dont like vegetarian food" she squirmed, wiggling away from him, he rubbed his face on her back and heard her groan
"Turn over then" he ordered
"No" she said
"He turned her over and gazed into her eyes... "not in my parents house" she begged holding his face between her palms
He bent down and kissed her... "Lets go home then" he suggested
"Abhi? raat ke 12 bajey? Appa will kill us" she said
He kissed her not so gently all over her face...
His tongue on her sparkly platinum nose ring, "why do u take em off?" he demanded
"I dont like wearing em all the time, Amma forces me to"
"As ur husband I will too" he said, she slid her arms around his neck and kissed him softly, he yanked his tee off
"As ur wife I I force you to kiss me every hour" she said, gently scooping up his upper lip, then his lower then his upper and then both...
"As your husband I demand u wear a saree to bed every night"
"As ur wife I demand you shave every night" she moaned, as he responded in kind
"As your husband I demand, u shed your lingerie when u wear a saree"
"As ur wife I demand u wear cotton pants to bed" she said huskily on his chest, her hand between his legs
"As ur husband I demand all blouses have draw strings" he muttered caressing hers, as she arched
"As ur wife I demand all trousers have drawstrings" she said undoing his, sliding her fingers underneath,
Their bodies melded in heat and hunger...
"As ur husband I demand u touch me" he groaned sinking his teeth in her curves to hold himself still
She shook... lifting her waist for him "As ur wife I demand u get tattoos so I can lick em" she said opening her mouth on his bare pecs
"In your house, ON YOUR BED" he said hungrily, his eyes unmistakably bold...
He bent over her waist undid her skirt drawstring with his teeth, obviously getting it wrong many many times... she writhed in agony
"This is soo soo unfair" she scolded
"I could do mine back up again" he said breathlessly (u could undo it with your teeth)
She nodded weakly... he tied his with shaking fingers... she bent down on his belly and blew air on his navel, and kissed him softly, he held her under her braid and yanked her back on to the bed
"Were u some kinda cop before?" (ur torture skills are impeccable)
They rotated on the bed, he slid her saree and skirt down , growling on encountering her buttery soft skin...
"What did u do?" he asked
"The spa girl, waxed it" she giggled... "Since u didnt want me any more, I thought if I am going to hit the club scene I need to be soft and sexy" she giggled and chokedas his lips landed on her thigh
"I was kidding da" "I surely was" she begged" as she found his finger tips over her legs, and between em...
"Do you want to be on top?" he asked
She blushed gloriously and shook her head "No" "Ummm no" "no" she said on his chest
"sshhh" its OK" he reassured
gently feeling the lace on her waist "It matches your trousers" she said throatily
He chuckled... gently letting his fingers stray to the back as he pushed and pressed her against him...
they kissed one last time, his hands doing things lower,what his lips did to hers... she convulsed "No da" she begged not wanting to be pleasured by hand
He said something in her ear "No... I cant" she begged
He continued to tease and stroke with his fingers
He said somnething else "No... please... no" she held his wrist stopping him
"I am all ears II" he said mocking
She leaned and whispered in his ear, her tongue begging him to stop, as he did what she asked
him to in his ear, they moved like two piano virtuosos, skilful and, he coached her to push or move...
She shook her head refusing her hair sweaty, her cheeks moist... "U have to hold me" she ordered hoarsely as she began to throb uncontrollably
"Always" he promised savagely as they were flung from the roller coaster, that tingly,
every pore lighting up like magic lights, every atom psychedelic, her out of control
self held in control by him, trippy, mind altering sensations they alone could craft to such perfection.
They lay across the bed, a portion of his legs dangling, she moved taking him with her, gently pulling the covers over both, he began to snooze buried inside her
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They would return to MM at 2 ish, waking up at Noon, shower, eat a brunch, and head home, Amma would move her paattu class from 2 to 6 PM
Amma would send some clothes and south indian snacks with her... he handed her his clothes bag and took a call in the ground floor patio
He put his call on hold "Hey, will u grabd a Sam Adams for me" he asked
She nodded, took the things upstairs, took the snacks to the kitchen brought his beer out, and her chai, Santram would get down the stairs
"Bhabhiji"
"Haan?" she turned from the lounge
"Aapne woh phool waale room (a room on the first floor decorated in a floral pattern) laptop dekha kya?" he asked
"Nahi, kiska, mera to D II mein hai shaayad, aur Sir ka 2nd floor par, kyon?"
"Woh Manya Didi ka phone aaya unka laptop us kamre mein tha"
"To nikal kar rakh deejiye" she said confused
"Woh ab nahi hai"
II didnt know what was going on
"Oh, main dhoond doon?"
"Umm nahi... mujhe laga aapki friend ne use kiya ho"
R&B came in, and grabbed his beer from the coffee table
"Sir woh Manya Maam ka ek laptop pata nahi" Santram began
"Main baat karta hoon" he said shortly
"What happened II asked
"Umm nothing , dont worry" he said reassuringly.
"Kya hua bhayya aap bata do" she asked the help, worried
"Wohi Maam ka laptop" Santram fumbled and mumbled
"Enna da, what happened?" she asked walking up to him
"Aap jaayiye please" R&B was polite but unsmiling
He left
"I had no idea her stuff was in there" II said
"U didnt have to II" he said
Sipping and walking up the stairs, she followed him with her chai... worried, looking curiously at the room with the tan door...
"Oh she thinks one of my friends stole it?" she asked stunned stopping mid way in the stairs between 1st and 2nd floor, as the light bulb moment struck
Cricket
CID
