Sameer-Naina TS: Fulfillment (Part 2 updated on Page 7) - Page 6

Naina was pulled back from her thoughts as a shudder ran through her body because of the cold that permeated the big hall room. She rubbed her arms as she shivered; again, cursing herself for forgetting her sweater in her hurry to meet Sameer... no, check that... in her hurry to reprimand Sameer.

Suddenly she felt a tingling sensation along her spine and turned to find the tormentor of her heart and the demon of her thoughts watching her. Looking dapper in formal black trousers and a light blue shirt, he was leaning against the door frame, his long legs crossed, his hands in his pockets but his eyes... oh his eyes again held the same fire as he scanned her from head to toe and back up stopping at her face. She couldn't help but stare at him, drinking in the sight of his proud face, chiseled features and intense expression. She hadn't realized how starved she had been for the sight of him, the heart-pounding nearness of him. Her eyes moved further south from his face, and she noticed that he had left the top two buttons of his shirt open; being the devil he was she knew he had done that on purpose. As she looked at the column of his throat and the available view of his chest, her heart started a strong, heavy beat, and heat crept through her entire body, while an achy restless feeling settled low inside.

As if aware of the effect he had on her, he gave a lopsided smile and straightened, closing the distance between them and added to her exasperation by whipping out a pink rose that matched the color of her top and said, "I felt like picking this color today... You are looking gorgeous." Her toes curled at the sound of his deep voice and her cheeks flushed at the compliment. Helplessly, she took the rose from him but didn't say anything. She was still angry, wasn't she?

He asked with a teasing smile, "so, were you thinking about me?" and that was enough for Naina. She stepped a little away from him and said, "Yes, I was. And I was thinking maybe you could explain what exactly you told those bunch of girls the other day?"

Sameer bit his lips, he had known this topic would come up between them, so he truthfully replied, "I simply told them that you are the most beautiful girl I have ever met."

Naina asked in an angry tone, "Why? Why did you have to say this Sameer? Why did you lie?"

His brows furrowed, "Why do you think I lied? I didn't..."

"Stop it Sameer, I know very well how beautiful I am. Do you have any idea how much those girls teased me about your statement?", her voice quivered.

"I didn't lie Naina... To me you really are the most beautiful girl", he repeated soothingly.

Naina's face took on a stubborn set that Sameer knew spelled trouble. He wanted to touch her but refrained smartly as he had learned not to tread dangerous waters, and Naina's anger was hazardous - to his heart, to his sanity, to his carnal desires - because even when she was literally spitting fire all he wanted to do was grab her, control her petite body with his own, and kiss her thoroughly until her anger mellowed down, until she melted against him... And then he wanted to kiss her some more.

However, at that moment Naina seemed too far from even the thought of kissing, "Really? You just told me I am looking gorgeous... Is that right?", she asked stressing the adjective.

He cautiously replied, "Yes, I did... and you are... looking gorgeous, I mean"

Her eyes flared up as she said, "I know I am wearing Pink which is your favorite, but look at me... properly... look at my hair... look at my face... How can you keep complimenting me every time just like that? Do you think it's funny? Do you think I don't understand that you just say these things to make me feel better?"

His body stiffened, hands clenched, and eyes narrowed as Sameer finally understood the reason behind her frustration. He knew Naina always discarded his compliments, felt uncomfortable on hearing them, which is why he kept showering her with them repeatedly hoping one day she would believe him. He stalked up to her, and said in a low voice, "Do you want to know what I see?" Naina's eyes widened on hearing his voice and he knew that she didn't miss the anger laced in it neither the passion he felt.

He leaned towards her, looking into her eyes as he rasped in a low harsh voice, "I see that ungodly knot you have twisted your hair into and imagine the weight and silky feel of it in my hands, if I just pull out that one pin... I see your eyes and think how can I save myself from getting lost in them, but then I don't want to be saved, I want to be lost forever in those eyes... I see your lips and wonder how can they look so luscious all the time and I go crazy thinking how would they taste when I kiss them... I see your face devoid of any make-up and remember the satiny softness of your skin that can easily compete with the softness and texture of the rose you are holding... I see you in the dowdy old-fashioned clothes which you sometimes wear to annoy me, and I think of pulling off that dress from your body and kissing every inch of that sexy body... I see you fulfilling my demands and wear clothes that I like and again all I can think of is stripping you and losing myself in your body..."

Naina shivered as her body responded to those roughly spoken words. Though his voice was laced with anger, the words explicitly explained his desires, and described actions that she could only half imagine. She pushed back a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and a flush tinged her exquisite skin as she watched his heated eyes follow the movement of her fingers and then settle back on her face. Her breathing increased but her eyes never wavered from his, as she stuttered, "Y...you are not making fun of me, right?"

Just that one word "right?", the way she said it, with that aching little inflection at the end as if she really needed assurance of her being desirable enough made his frustration boil over. Sameer had learned to use iron control whenever he was in close proximity of her, but today he was already frustrated with his tiring journey, irritated at being away from her, and something about her always broke into whatever wall he set up, be it arrogance or control.

He hadn't intended to do it, but now he extended his hands to grab her waist and pull her towards him. "Maybe you need a practical demonstration", he said in a rough undertone and bent to cover her mouth with his.

Naina trembled in profound shock, her eyes enormous, as his lips moved over hers. His eyes were closed; she could see the individual lashes and for a moment marveled at how thick they were. Then his hands, still clasped on her waist, drew her into firm contact with his body, and she gasped. He took instant advantage of her opened mouth, probing inside with his tongue. She quivered again, the rose fell from her hands as she placed them against his chest gripping his shirt and her eyes slowly closed as a strange heat began to warm her from inside. The pleasure was unfamiliar, and so intense that it frightened her. A host of new sensations assailed her, making her dizzy. There was the firmness of his lips, his heady taste, the startling intimacy of his tongue stroking hers as if enticing it to play. She felt the heat of his body, smelled the warm scent of his skin that was unique to him.

Suddenly he lifted his mouth from hers, and sharp disappointment made her eyes fly open. His intense gaze burned her, "Kiss me back", he muttered.

"I don't know how", Naina blurted, still unable to believe this was happening.

His voice was almost guttural as he said, "Like this." He took her mouth again, and this time she parted her lips immediately, eager to accept his kiss and feel that odd, surging pleasure once again. He moved his mouth over hers, molding her lips with fierce pleasure, teaching her how to return the pressure. His tongue touched hers again, and this time she responded shyly in kind, welcoming his small invasion with gentle touches of her own. Immediately he began to breathe harder and faster, and his kiss deepened, demanding even more of her.

A frightening excitement exploded through her body, going beyond mere pleasure and becoming a hungry need. She was no longer cold at all, but burning inside and her heartbeat increased until her heart was banging against her ribs. So, this was what he meant, why he was left irritated and she felt unfulfilled. It stunned her to think that Sameer felt this same restless yearning, this incredible wanting for her. She made a soft, unconscious sound and moved closer to him, not knowing how to control the sensations his kiss had aroused.

His hands tightened painfully on her waist, and a low, rough sound rumbled in this throat. Then he lifted her, pulled her closer, aligning their bodies as he graphically demonstrated his response to her.

She hadn't known it could be like that. She hadn't known that desire could burn so hot, could make her forget everything but him. Nothing, not even repeatedly watching Aamir & Madhuri kiss in Dil movie, could have prepared her for the tightness of Sameer's arms, the hunger of his kisses, the blazing fire of his desire, or the hardness of his response pushing against her. Nor could she have known that she could want more. To find her body capable of such strong sensations was startling, suddenly her own flesh was alien to her, and her thoughts and emotions were abruptly unruly.

Unconsciously she locked her arms around his neck, her fingers buried in the hair at his nape and she squirmed against him, tormented by increasing frustration. Her body was on fire, empty and aching and wanting all at once, and she didn't have the experience to control it. The new sensations were a tidal wave, swamping her mind beneath the overload of her nerve endings.

Sameer slowly softened the kiss, sipping at her lips, kissing the corners of her mouth repeatedly and then lifted his head as he relentlessly fought to bring himself back under control. Fire burned in his eyes as he looked at her. His kisses had made her soft lips red and pouty, her delicate skin was flushed with color. Her eyes were heavy-lidded as she opened them and slowly met his gaze. Her dark hair had slipped completely out of its knot and tumbled silkily around her face and over her shoulders. Desire was on her face; she already looked tousled, as if he had done more than kiss her, and in his mind he had. She was light and delicate in his arms, but she had twisted against him with a hunger that matched his own.

Slowly, because he didn't want to let her go, and gently, because he knew he had to, he let her body slip down his until she was standing on her feet again. She kept looking up at him, seemingly incapable of movement. He reached up, to unlock her arms from around his neck and brought her hands to his lips, kissing softly on her fingers and the underside of her wrists. He moved the strands of hair back from her face, and knelt touching his forehead to hers and repeated the words in a whisper, "You are the most beautiful girl I have ever met."

Naina shivered as she felt his warm breath, and a sweet smile bloomed on her face; it was a smile of a woman who felt cherished and desired, of a woman who belonged. She knew now that there was more to learn, more to experience in this journey of passion, just as she knew that Sameer would be there with her in each of her exploration; teaching her, teasing her but always loving her. She leaned into him wrapping her arms around his waist and as his arms gathered her closer she started believing, she felt fulfilled...