Samaina TS: Moonlit Nights at Maheshwaris Note p11 - Page 6

This one goes out to my jigar ka tukda, Su-Munchkinland- who really wanted me to update this story.

Part Two- Moonlit Kisses with Mrs. Maheshwari

The glistening moon light broke into a spectrum of a thousand crystals on her face as she stood there in the darkness of the kitchen. The strong smell of pungent soap being whipped into foam came to air. Her petite body enclosed in the sea blue satin night suit played with his nerves as small strands of her hair blew with the gusts of wind entering the kitchen through the window. Her delicate shoulders buzzed up and down, a salacious movement carrying throughout her serpentine spine. He knew she was still breathing deeply to calm down and would probably be whispering reassurances to herself.

Unable to stand the plain chilling distance, his body was pulled into the warm kitchen of its own accord. Intimacy wasn't just physical but soul deep and he wanted to hear her nonsensical rants, feel the nervousness seeping through her, and live on the heat of desire he hoped would be swirling in her belly.

"Shant Naina Shant..kya hua hai tujhe? Yeh Sameer hi toh hai na..tera Sameer jiske sapne tune peechle 4 saal dekhe hai.." She whispered, her voice a seeping mixture of huskiness and nervous shivers. 'Tera Sameer'.. the words caused his heartbeats to go haywire. Elation broke through his body as he realised he was officially and truly Naina's Sameer. It felt so right to belong to her. He felt that he had been born into this world to be her's and he had no fear attached to this possession. To be claimed by her gentle being would douse the embers of an incomplete life that burned in him. In her arms, he would find a nourishing solace that would repair his haunting wounds.

"Yaar chachiji ko kuch toh batana chahiya tha na..bas itna kaha ki Naina Damadji ko zyada pareshan mat karna, unko rokna mat kyunki mard tab bahut bhadak jaate hai, aur badam ka doodh bana lena takat ke liye. Magar pata nahi yeh takat kis liye? Sameer toh waise bhi bilkul hero hai..use aur takat ki kya zaroorat?"

Her ramblings pulled him out of his impassive trail of thoughts and he almost went red in the face with suppressed laughter. His bholi bhali Naina will learn the answer to all of this tonight and will probably blush the scarlet of a thousand sunsets when she would realise their meaning. 'Hero'..he lived to be that for her, it made him feel a surge of male pride that Naina thought so highly of his strength. And he really would make sure that he is her hero, he will give her all the pleasure he can; make her feel so sated as a woman that she would fall for him even more like he knew he would definitely lose his senses after tonight. God only knows how he had spent the past five nights with her so close to him, her soft warm body cuddling into his.

The first night he had to take a nice long cold shower to be able to be in the same room as her and not tear her clothes off. Her exquisite body and delicious curves in those translucent sarees with teasing blouses had kept him confused and unable to do anything for the past week. But tonight, he would strip her, see all that she was under the glistening moonlight. Her body that he had wanted to see for its bare glory would gleam at him and he would taste every inch of her, bite her; tease her.

Oh how he would tease her, he would make her tremble and moan and hold onto him tight while his mouth and fingers worked on her before he would finally succumb. His revenge for the four years she had kept him far from her while his hormones had buzzed around his brain and made him ache.

He did agree though with his wife about the glaring lack in sex education. Chachiji should have taught her more, should have been more open with her about intimacy. It would have made things a lot more easier for him and for her, she would have been more prepared for the proximity they were about to share. He would do his best to make her comfortable but what if at any point of time she asks him to stop? He feared himself the most with his Naina- he had wanted her so earnestly and for so long that his own pent up desires scared him. He didn't want to hurt her nor do anything she isn't willing to do but would he be able to stop himself? Would be able to hold back? When push came to shove would he become the angry monster that lurked beneath his suave surface?

"Ma so to gayi hogi na? Sameer ne pata nahi kya kya suna..uska dil bahut hi sensitive hai, woh jinse pyar karta hai unka dard unse bhi zyada mehsoos karta hai. Pata nahi use abhi kaisa lag raha hoga? Mujhe na uske saath tabhi chale jana chahiya tha kamre mein. Use mere saath ki zaroorat hai aur wohi toh usne maanga tha. Oof Naina tu toh apne Sameer par khud se bhi zyada bharosa karti hai bas apne aap ko uske hawale saup de."

Her words sharply bit into his insecurities as he realised that she had once again placated and reassured his belief in himself without intending to.Her ringing certainty in him calmed the beast down and he felt a warm pool gushing down his heart to different parts of his body. He trusted Naina above everything else in this world and she trusted him the most, so much so to give her body to him. He knew he would hurt himself before he hurt her.

Her words of sensitivity spoken with the utmost concern for him made him proud that somehow in the heavy rumbling chaos of this world, he had snatched away a little slice of heaven for himself- his Naina. She had understood his unsaid emotions that were churning deep in his soul. She had understood that his need didn't arise from want of her flesh but for her love, for the togetherness.

His heart beat raised significantly at the thought of truly making her his. It made his blood boil and pounce in his veins. Unsurmountable heat and tension embedded themselves on his skin as a fever settled itself onto him. He took a few gulps of the cool night air to calm down the nervous shivers that broke out transforming his body into an Elvis Presly stage performance. God his heart was dancing to a fast paced tune of its own and here he was supposed to be the one to calm Naina down, to give her the comfort to shed her inhibitions.

With his nerves vibrating through to his neck, he did the only thing he could think of to soothe him. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled his Naina into a back hug. A gasp escaped her as he nuzzled his nose into hery messy sleep curled hair. She smelled so sweet, so floral and felt so delicious in his arms. The heat from her back collided into his chest; soothing him even as it burned his arousal further.

"Ahh..Sameer tum yahan kya kar rahe ho? Maine tumhe kamre mein jaane ko kaha tha na?" Naina asked, her soft voice falling like a wave of tranquility over him.

"Naina tum jaanti ho tum meri kaun ho?"He asked, whispering in her ear as he kissed her sweet smelling hair tenderly. She shook her head causing his nose to lightly nuzzle at her nape making them both shiver. "Tum meri pari ho. Woh pari jise Nanu ne mere liye bheja meri zindagi ko ek fairytale banane ke liye."

"Sameer, tum bhi na. Mai toh bas.." "bas wahi kar rahi thi jo tum humesha karti ho. Pyaar se ghaav bhar rahi thi. Aaj tak toh mere bharte aayi ho aur aaj tumne ma ke bhi bhardiye. Thank you Naina, thank you!" He spoke, his voice shaking with the tremble of emotions overwhelming his core. What was this woman? How could she have read his mother's silent unshed tears which he had failed to notice?

"Mere buddhuram, apni biwi ko bhi koi thank you bolta ha kya. Aur tumhari ma meri kuch nahi lagti? Tumse pyaar karne ke baad maine tumhare rishton se bhi apna dil jod liya tha Sameer. Maana humari shaadi ko sirf ek hafta hua hai lekin mai unhe apne rishtey pichle 4 saal se manti aayi hoon" She spoke, leaning her head back to meet his gaze with that beautiful smile of hers.

"Beta usne mera bilkul apno ki tarah khayal rakha" his Nanu's words from 4 years ago rang in his ears. He remembered how she had encouraged him to repair things between him and his mom in Delhi. Heck, he had made it alive through the worst phase of his life because Naina was there. She really has been loving everything about him for the past 4 years, even his relations.

"I love you jaan, I love you. " He spoke, his voice soft like satin on rough skin as the endearment naturally came through his lips. His heart was filled to the brims with her; her scent, her touch, her essence and most of all , her love. And the only way he could think of thanking her was to make love to her late into the morning. Show through his actions the unfathomable passion he had for this woman.

Passion? Love? Maybe even these words could not capture truly what he felt for her. It was so immense that he felt his heart would burst, so intense he would stop breathing if its taken away from him, and so passionate that a small touch could ignite fire in his bones.

Bending his head down, he kissed her lips, a teasing small peck at the corner of her mouth. Her lips trembled from the contact as his watered for the sweet taste of her. Diving in he rubbed their noses together and planted light pecks on her lips, rather gently. Till she squirmed against him and his tongue coaxed her mouth into opening. Kissing her deeply, his tongue danced with joy at that first taste of her, purring with the delicious aftertaste of coffee; sugary sweet with a bitter edge. His mouth dissolved against hers as he picked her in his arms and walked back to their room, his mouth refusing to leave her's alone. Cuddling her form tightly to his heart trying to blanket her in his heated embrace. His soul stirring with the weight of her heart beating against his as she cuddled her head into his chest.

As she opened the handle to their room, he could hear the audible loud beats of both their hearts. Running rapidly like the waves of a waterfall during storm, their hearts picked beats in unison. "Naina, darling its just you and me tonight." He whispered into her mouth as his tongue once again dissolved itself into the exquisite taste of her.

Laying her down on their marital bed, he gazed at her. The moonlight filtering through the curtains cast a serene silver glow on her. Her hair was mussed around her face from their kisses, her lips red, wet and inviting. Her eyes shy to meet his but shining with new found desires, blush the colour of dark poppies painting her skin. His gaze travelled down her face to her body. The flush of her cheeks merging onto her throat as it bobbed up and down. Her collarbone sticking out to him with its show of her her creamy skin. The night suit flowed around her curves in dazzling patterns, at once accentuating the rise of her soft curves while hiding their shape. It teased him to no avail with its concealed display.

Bending down he softly kissed her forehead, his nose nuzzling the parting of her hair. His hungry hands stroked her waist over the soft satin fabric. The softness of the cloth accentuating their desires and itching goosebumps already formed on their skin. Tracing his nose down, he slightly nudged her nose with his and was rewarded with a lilting laugh for his move. Smiling, he kissed her cheeks as his hands slowly made way under her shirt.

His fingers burned at the touch of her skin; soft, alluring with feminine heat it came alive with spark under his fingers as her stomach flattened into itself. Withdrawing he looked at his hand under her shirt and the swells of chest riding up and down. Just the sight of her darkened his desires further and he kissed her. The kiss this time was no longer sweet but rough and hard with drowning passion as his tongue consumed every inch of her mouth. He could feel her delicate fingers caressing their way through his hair, making them feel softer and smoother.

Pulling back he touched his forehead to her's and whispered "Naina please aaj mujhe rokna mat. Tum daro mat mai kuch aisa nahi karunga jo tumhe acha na lage. I will be gentle with you, my love."

"I trust you Sameer, please take it slow." She whispered back, her blush growing deeper by the second just like his longing for her.

For a second he withdrew back to think about what she had spoken and the way she had responded to his touches. "Take it slow"- Naina herself may not know this but that line was very sensuous. He could see a flair of natural seduction in her with the way her body melts into his and the way her tongue plays with his.

Maybe sometime in the near future, she would seduce him with her words and her moves. But for now all he could feel was this surge of excitement and elation coursing through his veins as he discarded his shirt. Tonight was going to be the most beautiful, longest night of their lives. And the journey to their long life together would truly begin today

Please be warned that the next update will be an 18+. Apologies to all my readers for being so late with this update, life has been a struggle lately. Please do comment to let me know if there are people still interested in this story and how you found my writing so I know whether to continue or not.

Bundles of love,

Sims <3