Chapter 25
Geet was sitting on Maan's bed listening to others. fari,pooja,iqra and dev were blocking the doorway while maan and his friends were on opposite side.
They were arguing for last 30 min.
Finally, everything was settled and maan was allowed to enter.
It took maan another 15min. to get them out of room. He closed door on laughing advices of his friends.
Maan came to the bed and looked at geet who sitting in the middle of bed in traditional style with her head lowered demurely.
He laid opposite to her on the bed, so that her face was visible to him.
She looked very beautiful.
He kept looking at her, a part of him still unsure that she was finally here in this room where he had imagined her so many times.
He moved closer to her and put his head in her lap. She looked at him, waiting for him to say something but he was unable to say anything. He grabbed her right hand and opened her palm, he kissed her henna coloured hands. Her breathing got rapid.
He said slowly, these hands, they are made to play with my heart. He kissed her fingers. Then, he traced his fingers on the engagement rings, he had placed there.
He put her hand on his heart and said, your hands they are made to play with my heart.
He put his hand on her head and slowly moved her face closer to his until her lips touched his, his lips traced hers gently in a sweet caress.
He broke the kiss and looked deep in geet's eyes and said, these lips are made for my kisses. Geet closed her eyes, blushing.
He released her hand resting on his heart and touched her close eyes, then said, i love your eyes, they always tell me what i need to know.
He kissed each of her eye lids.
'open your eyes geet, i want to sink myself in them.
Geet opened her eyes and looked into his smouldering eyes. He wanted to sink in her eyes but she was already lost in his eyes.
'do you remember geet when we were children,you would come to my room to search for presents'
Geet nodded.
Maan, then why aren't you asking me for your wedding present?'
Geet did not know what to say. Then, she extended her hand toward him, asking for her present. He put his hand in his pocket and removed a case and gave it to her. It was about four inches long Geet opened it slowly thinking it might be a necklace or a bracelet. It was neither of those two. It was a silver anklet very delicate with small bead like ghungroo attached to it. Its design was familiar but its material was different.
Geet, who told you my favourite jewellery are anklets.
Maan who was slowly tracing his fingers on her cheek replied, nobody told me, i like your anklets.'' The heat in his eyes got more scorching.
Geet, ''i didn't know that.''
Maan got his head off her lap and straightened.
He took the box from her hand and removed the anklet, it sent a small melody in air.
He raised her lehnga and put the anklet around her left ankle.''i have this fantasy about your anklets.''
He moved up and pulled her into his arms and whispered in her ear, 'won't you ask me about it?''
He was so near that geet could not say a single word.
Maan took her ear lobe in his mouth and gently nipped on it. Then, said,'in my fantasy you are in my room wearing this anklet and nothing else.''
Geet put her hand on his mouth. He licked herr palm, his eyes burning her.
Geet removed her hand and got off the bed. He followed her. She moved back, her anklet producing 'chan chan' sound.
Her back hit the wall. He kept coming closer until his body was pressed into hers.
Maan,''you can't runaway from me.''
He raised her face and kissed her on lips. She felt herself grow weak in his arms as his tongue slipped between her lips to swirl against hers,tasting her,inhaling her.
Geet trembled at this assault. He pulled her more closer till she felt every hardened inch of his body.
He traced his lips down her neck. She closed her eyes. Then, he moved up and took off her duppatta, then freed her hairs. He took off her jewellery one by one.
Then, he bent and picked her up in his arms and took her out on the balcony where firework were displayed on the sky.
A huge party was going on below where everyone was gathered.
Geet put her head on his shoulder and looked at sky while maan looked at her.
Then, geet looked at him.
There gazes locked, geet felt a deep contentment coursing through her veins.
She felt last vestige of uncertainty disappear from her mind.
She smiled at him slowly, her smile showing him her surrender.
Maan took her back into room and placed her on the centre of his bed.
Then, he took off his shirwani and threw at floor,his gaze again capturing her. Geet kept looking in his eyes while he took off his remaining clothes and shoes.
He followed her on the bed and buried his face into her hairs and inhaled her scent deeply.
Then, he took her bottom lip between his lips and nibbled on it fuelling her desire.
He slowly trailed kisses down her body.....he took off her clothes....his deep touches increasing her fever....until her orgasm hit her.......then, he was a part of her....he tried to be gentle with her but couldn't....he pinned her hands to the bed ... all of it heightened her sense of him.....both moved in a rhythm as old as time...and then, both fell over the edge explosively. Their pleasure so intense that they could not breath properly.....
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Author's not: this chapter was most most difficult to write and I have no clue how it will be, so sorry for any mistakes.
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