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Inspired by several other stories.
:: Passion Unleashed ::
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It's a routine Saturday night in the month of January. The temperatures sure have plummeted this year; even for Mumbai, the weather is quite chilly. I am in the kitchen, wiping some dishes clean and humming a tune to myself. The window is open, letting the cool, pleasant breeze in and I inhale the sweet fragrance of the lilies swaying in the garden.
Suddenly I feel a pair of hands encircling my waist, and I give a slight gasp, in spite of knowing well it is the husband who, very frequently, gets the urge to sneak in stealthily on me, specially when I am deeply engrossed in work.
Old habits, they say. And it is absolutely true in Abhijeet's case.
"Hi!," he whispers, nuzzling my neck as his grip on my waist tightens, and subconsciously, I shiver. Even after having known each other for so many years and being familiar to those alluring whispers and the sensual touches.
"I've been thinking about you all day," he mumbles in a deep intoxicating tone, his voice muffled by my curls.
I smile as I look back at him; his eyes pierce straight into mine and tonight, I see the emotions clearly being conveyed – something which is not alien to me anymore. The feeling of love, of desire. The feeling of want.
Feeling the blood leap up to my cheeks, I crash my lips onto his waiting ones as his hands untie the knots of my satin night garment. I turn around in his arms, melting every second as he lets the robe slip down from my arms, leaving me in the inner singlet. Our tongues tired with fighting for dominance, his lips find a way to the junction of my neck and shoulder, and I feel myself being lifted off the floor. He nibbles at my neck and I let out a whimper of pleasure, feeling moisture pool between my legs.
Even after a year of marriage, it feels overwhelming at the level of intimacy we share, the passion igniting with the same intensity as when we were newly married. After so many months of being in a blissful wedlock, and many more years back during our courtship, Abhijeet still has the same effect on me – intimidating me in more ways than one by mere words and actions, proving how exactly lucky I have been to be his better half.
As he carries me out of the kitchen, I struggle with his t-shirt, attempting to pull it over his head and throw it away. I dig my nails in his bare back as he pesters my shoulder with frenzied kisses and places me on the dining table.
I halt momentarily, grunting in disapproval. "N-not the dining table, Abhijeet!," I tell him amidst raspy breaths.
"Why not?," he asks, pulling down the straps of my night gown.
"We have food here, for God's sake!," the incredulity in my tone is obvious, though it is overcome by the increasing apprehension I am feeling at the moment.
Abhijeet gives me the most seductive look he can – something which I am well acquainted with – and leans forward as he murmurs, "You're my food, Dr. Tarika. Tonight, I'm going to savour you."
The blush creeps up to my face and I pull him closer. He stops abruptly, detaching himself and I groan in frustration. I get impatient by this time, not welcoming any disruption. Abhijeet pauses, pushing down the night gown with painfully slow speed, and relishes the sight of the garment slip from my body, as my naked, hardened breasts come into view. For him, it's the most erotic sight, I remember him mentioning and close my eyes in anticipation as the chill in the air hits my bare back, making me shudder - more from his constant gaze on me and less from the weather.
He makes me lean fully on the dining table, removing the robe completely and his eyes gleam in mischief as I am left just with my soaking lace lingerie.
The next thing I know is my entire body is on fire as he plants frantic, bold kisses starting from my chin and reaching till my breasts where he stops and lightly strokes my nipples before sucking at my left breast and continues to massage the right one. I start losing control, my moans and gasps filling the house. Sweat beads appear on my forehead, contrary to the weather outside.
"Ohh Abhijeet!" I breathe his name, the fire inside me raging and I beg him for more, as his lips and his fingers tease my body, spilling unadulterated ecstasy. The warmth building up in my lower body, I can smell my arousal. "Mmmm, you're delicious!" he speaks against my breast. His mouth continues to explore my mounds; kissing, squeezing and nibbling at them one after the other, and I moan uncontrollably as my fingers tug at his silky hair, waves of pleasure hitting me with an increasing speed.
He leaves my breasts, and trails his lips down my stomach where he gently bites my navel. His silky hair brushes on my skin, tickling me and I feel myself approaching an orgasm. I try getting up on my elbows, but with a swift motion, he pushes me down on my back. "Stay right there!," he growls.
As much as I admit I love him taking control, I am getting a bit too anxious now, the most sensitive part of my body throbbing and wet with arousal. 'I'll have my turn' I think to myself.
Abhijeet, however, seems to have all the time in the world tonight as he stops kissing me and straightens back at his position, making me grumble in sheer annoyance. "Don't stop, Abhijeet. Please!," I manage to speak. The one thing I hate while we make love, is obstruction. Specially when my body is at the peak of pleasure, greedy and hungry for his touch. He stares into my eyes, and runs his fingers over my face and down my bare body till he reaches the edge of my underpants.
He traces the outline of my black lingerie and I grip the edge of the table, squirming hysterically under his touch. I buckle up my hips even before he proceeds to remove the garment. Smirking at my eagerness, he pulls it down to my ankles and I kick it away.
Finally I lie stark naked in front of the man I love, in front of whom I can – and I did, countless times before – strip down, willingly and shamelessly. Absorbing the pleasure of watching my naked form for a few seconds, Abhijeet brushes his fingers over my sensitive area and smiles satisfactorily. "You're so dripping wet, baby. And you smell so good!," he mumbles, his lips lingering dangerously close to my clit and I let out an erotic moan, unable to contain myself any longer.
"Ohh please, Abhijeet!" I plead. Taking this as a cue, he stops caressing my wetness, and inserts a finger inside, making me jump at my place. The tone of my pants and gasps increases by the second as his finger continues to move inside me. He plunges another finger in while his free hand reaches over to fondle my breast and I feel myself seeing stars, the pleasure taking me close to the breaking point.
"You feel so good, Tarika," he breathes, and I hear him groan as my leg reaches over and rubs his erection underneath his trousers.
My mounds being squeezed and pulled under his palm, his fingers pump inside me in a rhythm that sends me over the edge, and it becomes nearly impossible to control the excitement. I am threateningly close to climax and the feel of his hardness against my leg gets me even closer.
"Ohh Abhijeet, I'm about to come so bad!" I have barely voiced my ecstasy before I scream his name and it echoes around the house, as I achieve a powerful climax and release all over his fingers.
I pant heavily and crash down on the table as he eases his fingers out. Having barely rested for a few seconds, I get up from my position and sit straight, pulling him closer. 'I'm not done with you, yet!' I want to tell him, and capture his lips in a strong, dominating kiss as I fumble simultaneously with his trousers. They fall down to the ground, followed shortly by his boxers and he steps out of them with a frantic impatience.
His erection presses against my waist, and I feel myself going wet again. It is, now, my turn to attack him with kisses, and I leave no part of his skin untouched. My curls brush against his shoulder as I trail my lips sensually from his Adam's apple down to his chest, and he lets out a breathy moan, biting me aggressively on the shoulder.
"Ohh God, Abhijeet, you're too irresistible!," I mewl in his ear, my hands snaking around his neck and I pin him at his place by entangling my legs behind his hips as I sit at the table.
Locking my eyes with his, my hand reaches down and I touch his rock hard erection. He gasps at the sensation, closing his eyes and twists my taut nipple. His lips dash onto mine with a ravenous force, our tongues battling with each other in desperation, before we pull apart, short of breath. I see the hungry look in his eyes and consciously pull him closer, making his chest come in contact with my breasts. I throw my head back in sheer pleasure as he bends down and seizes one of my nubs in his mouth.
Unable to hold back a moan, I know I want him inside me. Now. I have waited enough, and my sensitive part begins aching again. Dragging him away from my chest toward my face, I command, "Fuck me already!" My body starts shaking uncontrollably by now.
He positions himself properly and staring deep into my eyes, enters me slowly. I let out a shrill cry at the sudden contact and Abhijeet looks at me to ensure if I am alright, and I nod positively, holding tight onto him. Even after all those numerous times we have had sex, he is still concerned about hurting me – another thing that makes me fall for him every single time. I indicate him to move faster, and he doubles his pace, moving inside me in a steady rhythm.
His grunts occupy the hall as he rams into me, our speed increasing rapidly and it gradually turns wild and maddening the way we help each other climb the heights of pleasure, taking turns in breathing each other's names in the most erotic manner. I grit my teeth, raking my fingers down his back as I feel myself getting close to another orgasm.
"Ohh Tarika!," he lets out an unstoppable grunt, and the next second, I feel his warmth gushing inside me. It sends me to my own climax, and I utter a high-pitched pleasurable moan as I ride out my release all over him.
When all goes silent, we hear our hearts thudding loudly against our chests, and it takes us a long time before our breathing returns back to normal; we stare at each other silently, completely spent and satiated. "I love you!," he whispers against my neck – something we don't say to each other very often – and kisses me passionately and affectionately. A different kind of romantic.
"I don't believe this! Making love on the dining table of all the places," I say, shaking my head in exasperation as I caress his hair.
Abhijeet smirks in his typical demeanor, his eyes dancing with mischief. "I was thinking… let's try the sofa next. We haven't tried that yet. What say?," he winks, prodding me in the cheek.
I decide to play along, giving him my most seductive grin. "Well, we'll think about that later. For now, how about having another round in the bedroom?"
"That's more like it!," he grins happily, planting a sensual kiss on my lips as he carries me to our bedroom.
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:: The End ::
A/N: Well, you've read the story (or not). It has explicit, mature content. I understand not everyone feels comfortable with this genre. However, I repeat myself, I will NOT tolerate any kind of abuse or disgraceful words in the Review section. Thank you!