Well, we all love something or someone. And I got someone
who loves me more than his own life. For me, that's my husband Mayank. He loves
me like anything. He is rich, fair, tall, handsome, loving, caring and he is
damn sexy. Well, what can I say? I just got lucky.
"Nupur", said the voice from my back.
When I turned around, my dear husband was standing there. Umm,
he was standing there half naked. He was leaning on the bathroom door in just a
white fluffy towel dangling low on his hips. Yeah, he bathes before sleeping
though I wonder why. But leaving that aside, Oh my Gosh! He is hot.
I just went there and kept my hands on his chest. I couldn't
help when my fingers started doing their favorite job- to trail along his abs
and six packs. Well, not my fault exactly. His chest was wet! I couldn't
possibly be a woman if I can resist him! Not that I have to, he is my own
husband after all.
He kept his hands on my waist and pulled me closer. I loved
when he did that. He smiled mischievously and let his dimples dig in. Mayank
started gazing passionately in my eyes. And by the look in his eyes, I knew
that he probably wanted me for the dinner.
I murmured, "Hmm?"
I started fiddling with his hair. His fingers started to
give attention to my tingling spine. He wrapped me around and kissed my neck
softly. He started leaving butterfly kisses along my neckline. As he dipped in,
I felt a gasp of air releasing me.
Even after so many months of our marriage, he still held the
power to make me feel weak on my legs. He could still make me moan, just by his
little actions. Man! My husband is surely something.
He released his hold and said, "When you trace my abs like
that, I momentarily forget everything. But perhaps, you could like to continue
this in a closed door? We wouldn't like your brothers to interrupt us, would
we?"
I immediately went and closed the door. My brothers, Samrat
and Uday, live with us and they had this habit of entering our room without
even knocking. I hated when they did that. But thankfully, they haven't ever
entered our room at a wrong time.
When I turned back, I knew suddenly that a fire raged within
the Mayank also and this was what I had longed for. Skilled fingers found and
stroked the sensitive nub with a touch that sent waves of sensation escalating
through my body, and he caught my husky moan with his mouth in an explicit oral
supplication.
I couldn't help letting a tiny 'Mmm", escape from my mouth.
I tipped back my head as I spoke and my lips were ready and
waiting for his. As if there were no hurry, his mouth was very gentle against
the softness of mine. Yet once again a shaft of lightning seemed to shoot
through me, half rapture and half a pain.
Then I felt his lips become more possessive, more demanding.
I felt as if my whole being was leaping with a strange ecstasy towards him. As
he kissed me and went on kissing me, I surrendered myself completely and
absolutely to his magnificence. Every second his lips became more demanding,
more insistent.
Now I could feel not only the lightning shooting through my
body, but a warmth rising within me which became a flame burning its way
through my breasts, up into my lips- so that it met the flame on his.
He was so witty. He didn't use force...he didn't need to. He
only had to touch me and I went up in flames. He is an addiction from which I
could never break free. Only he could raise my temperature so that it shot off
the scale with only the caress of his lips and tongue.
But before we could continue any further, I heard a knock on
my door. Damn! I looked at Mayank, and his eyes were dark with desire. I have
never seen him so - well, 'hungry' would be the perfect word for his look.
Nevertheless, I went and opened the door to find Samrat
smiling sheepishly. He entered the room and looked at Mayank skeptically. Yeah
right! Mayank's towel was a little disheveled, courtesy me.
Samrat said, "Well, I hope you two weren't doing anything
important which I interrupted."
Mayank sarcastically replied, "Nope, nothing important at
all. After all, we already have been married for few months and every ounce of
passion has died in us. Why would we do something that normal couples do at
night, in our own room?"
Way to go! Mayank absolutely hates when anyone interrupts
him while he is doing two things. One, kissing me. And secondly, making love to
me. And at his reply, I couldn't help getting red. By the way, he loves when I
blush. And I could see Mayank planning to throw my brother outside and continue
where he left.
Samrat replied, "Gross! Dude, I need not know what you do with
my sister. I just came here to tell you that Uday and I won't be home for three
days. We just have to leave right now. And we wouldn't be in contact, so I
don't want my sister to worry for us."
I asked Samrat, "And why won't you be home or in contact?"
Samrat replied, "Well, you see, we are both going on a
honeymoon with some girls. And we don't want to be disturbed. And taking a
mobile definitely means interruption. And I hate interruptions during, you
know."
At this, I saw Mayank discretely turning off his mobile.
Clever! He turned to face Samrat, who gave him an 'I-am-going-to-pretend-that-I-never-saw-that'
look. My brother's face scrunched up into distaste. Although I am married to
him, my brothers had a hard time thinking that their little sister could be
involved in 'not-so-innocent' acts.
Mayank said, "Now, if you said what you wanted, can you leave,
now?"
Samrat immediately replied, "Calm down. You have three days
of freedom. And don't worry, I am going. Even I can't bear to stand in this
charged room, any longer."
I smiled at Mayank's eagerness to make Samrat leave. Sometimes
my dear husband had a hard time in controlling his hormones. And as soon as
Samrat left and I closed the door, Mayank pounced on me. Quite literally! He
gave out a low groan at my blush and traced his finger tips on my cheeks.
He asked, "Hmm...So where were we, before your brother
interrupted?"
But I needn't answer him. He immediately set into action. He
started kissing me fiercely. He made his way from my cheeks down to my
collarbone. His kisses were full of passion and desire. God! I have never seen
him so charged ever.
His warm breath teased tendrils of the hair close to my
temple. And heat coursed through my veins as his lips settled against the curve
of my neck. And before I knew anything else, we were on bed.
And then his fingers went through a familiar trail...
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- Mahak
Edited by ...Mahak... - 12 years ago
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