Posted: 20 January 2011 at 10:25am | IP Logged
6. Gopi's Second Experience...The Kheer Helped Alot!
So Gopi is finally done with being angry with Aham and is extremely, like really extremely shy around Aham. Much as Aham loves the way she blushes and gets shy, he wants to see the bold side of his wife if she has one. Here's a oneshot on Aham's attempt to see his wife do something exciting to him. The setting here is when Kinjal's sangeet has ended. All the work is done and everyone has retired to their room. However Mani was still in the kitchen doing some last minute cleaning. The soft-hearted Gopi still dressed in her sangeet clothes, did not like leaving Mani all alone in the kitchen. She knew it could get scary at times so she decided to keep Mani company till Mani was done. Also the way Aham kept on tugging at her blouse, loosening it and the way her Ahamji was looking at her during the function was making her go all jelly-like. She knew what he was going to do to her and just the thought of it made her blush. It was so unusual how everyone thinks Aham is a serious man. Only Gopi knows how serious he really is. She was too shy to enter their room. Meanwhile...
"Tze, ye Gopi kahaan hai? Sab kamre mein chale gaye hai aur wo abhi tak nahi ayi," he huffed irritably while throwing himself on the bed.
The way she danced today totally turned him on although it was traditional. She looked great, hot even in that traditinal dress. He couldn't wait to get his hands on her. Not even a minute had passed when Aham's patience died. He walked down the still decorated staircase into the kitchen. Gopi was standing at the door while Mani had her back to them. Aham took this chance and grabbed Gopi's arm, pulling her to him. He then quickly bent down encircled his left arm around both Gopi's knees firmly and swung her over his left shoulder. Gopi was shocked but did not say anything. She did not want Mani to see them like that, she didn't know about Ahamji but if Mani did see Ahamji carrying her like that, both Mani and she would be embarrassed like hell. Gopi clutched to the back of Aham's sherwani. Her hair was flying about. Gopi couldn't help but smile at her husband's urgency. Halfway up the staircase, when she was sure Mani wouldn't be able to hear them, Gopi started her protest.
"Ahamji, mujhe chor di jiye na, Mani kya samjhegi? Ahamji..." she tried to explain although she knew Aham was not letting her go.
Aham smiled when he heard the small voice behind him. No chance of him letting her go now. Gopi was still protesting when they reached the room. Finally, her feet touched the ground and she found herself meeting Aham's gaze.
He then said,"chorne ke liye to nahi uthaya tha na," and started coming close to her.
Gopi's heart raced, something stronger than butterflies were battering against her stomach but then again, Gopi knew she still had to go down. How would she explain her sudden disappearance to Mani?
Before Aham got any closer, Gopi blurted out,"Ahamji, please, Mani niche akeli hai, mujhe jaane do."
With that Gopi started walking towards the door quickly but reluctantly, only to be pushed back by her husband's right arm around her waist. Her back was pressed against her husband's broad and hard chest which was her second favourite part of his body after his lips. His right arm remained around her waist, not allowing her to move. He heard her uneven breathing and felt her nervousness. He then brought his lips near her ears. Gopi shut her eyes slowly as she felt Aham's breaths.
"Acha, Mani ki bari fikr ho rahi hai? Aur aap ke Ahamji ka kya? Wo bhi to yahaan akela hai" he whispered huskily into her ears and then kissed her at the area just below her ear.
Gopi was already losing herself but then she remembered Mani again. It took her alot of effort to control herself while Aham caressed her neck with his lips and her thigh with his left hand.
After much difficulty, Gopi managed to stammer,"A-Ahamji, ye th-theek nahi hai. Mani ko ma-madad ki za-zaroorat hogi."
Aham's lips and hands went still. He loosened his grip on Gopi's waist.
He then said,"jao."
Gopi was surprised. Why did he say it like that? Was he angry or upset? Gopi turned and found herself looking at Aham's back walking towards the bed. Oh God what do I do now?
She then called in a small voice,"Ahamji?"
Aham, with his back still to Gopi, just replied with a monotone,"Gopi, jaa kar Mani ki madad karo, jao."
Gopi didn't know what to say or do. Was he annoyed? Did I spoil his mood? Such questions disturbed Gopi while she made her way down. However she saw Mani switching off the lights and realised that everything was done, she didn't need to come down after all. As for Aham, he was lying down on the bed with his palms under his head and a smile on his face. He was annoyed, but just for a nanosecond. The house was big, Mani was also just a human, she might also have been tired and probably needed Gopi's help. He understood. But now he was going to have lots of fun pretending to be upset with his naive wife and then he'll see what she'll do, or rather, what he'll make her do, to pacify him and he knew she would do anything. A chance for him to try and cure her shy-ness toThat was one of the reason why he loved her so much. Meanwhile, Gopi was angry at herself for spoiling her Ahamji's mood for practically nothing. She needed to pacify him, but how? She then remembered, Aham was enjoying the kheer during the function earlier. She knew he loved it. Maybe she could bring some for him and feed him to make his mood better? It was definitely worth a try. She would do anything for her Ahamji. She took some kheer in a bowl and walked up the stairs praying that her Ahamji wasn't too upset. When Aham heard the door click he immediately wiped the smile off his face and gave a serious expression. He lifted his head a little, partly to tell Gopi that he was still awake and partly to see her. The room was dark and only the bedside lamps were on. Gopi worriedly looked at her husband on the bed. She saw him lift his head and then rest it roughly back on the pillow. He was annoyed. Now she had to pacify him. She walked up to him slowly, holding the bowl in both her hands. She stood at the bedside and placed the bowl on the bedside table.
"Ahamji, aap mujh se naraz ho?" asked a worried Gopi.
Oh how Aham felt like hugging her there and then but instead he snapped,"nahi, nahi, mein kyun naraz hunga, aap ko to mujhe chor kar sab ki fikr hai na? Mein to kuch nahi hun."
Saying that Aham turned his face away sulking. But his body position remained the same. Gopi then sat on the bed facing him. He felt her thigh touching his hips and a vibe went through him.
She swallowed and explain,"nahi, aisi baat nahi hai, mujhe to sab se zyada aap ki fikr hai. Dekho mein aap ke liye kheer layi hun, aap ko pasand hai na?"
He looked at her for a moment and then said,"nahi chahiye."
Gopi knew he didn't mean that. Aham never rejected kheer no matter what time of the day it was. She took a huje spoonful and put it near his mouth. Aham looked at this and got an idea. He moved his hand in such a way that the spoonful of kheer 'accidentally' spilled on his lips area. Gopi got even more worried and immediately got up to take a tissue but Aham pulled her back down.
"Kahaan jaa rahi ho? Jaldi saaf karo," Aham demanded sternly as his heart skipped a beat in anticipation.
"Mein woh..." she tried, but failed to explain that she was getting up to get a tissue.
Aham knew that but he wasn't having any of it. He placed his hands on Gopi's back and pushed her down, causing her to place her palms on his chest for support. She felt his heartbeats. She then looked at Aham's face which was so close to hers and still smeared with kheer.
"Saaf karo, aur haan, kheer zaya nahi hona chahiye," Aham ordered, giving her a hint.
Gopi got the hint and blushed. Since it was a little dark, she wasn't extremely shy but she was still more on the shy side. She brought her lips down to Aham's face and started kissing the kheer clean from his nose, the area between his nose and upper lip and cheeks. She was too shy to kiss his lips. Both Aham and Gopi's eyes were closed. While Gopi was enjoying Aham's face. Aham's hands were working overtime as he undid any pins or anything holding her pallu in place. Now Gopi was stting on the bed with the upper half of her body on top of Aham's upper half while Aham was lying down. Her hair covered both their faces in its canopy. Gopi was so determined in kissing every single speck of kheer off Aham's face, that to get into a better position, she lifted her face and flicked her hair to one side. At that point her eyes met Aham's. He was smiling. She looked from his eyes to his lips and back to his eyes again. She could not help but smile shyly. She couldn't believe that she has just kissed her Ahamji and she was literally on top of him. The way he was smiling now made her blush really hard and she couldn't take his gaze any longer. She quickly got up, trying to walk away but felt Aham tugging at her pallu. She was surprised to feel it slip off her shoulder. She was sure that she had secured it tightly. But now, now what? She just stood there in her blouse and skirt. Her back facing Aham. Her stomach was exposed and so was her cleavage. The designer blouse had to be a small one. Gopi just stood there rooted to the ground. Part of her wanted to turn, she wanted her Ahamji to see her like that, to tell her she was beautiful, to love her. But the other part, the shy one, wasn't quite ready.
"Jaan, zara murro, please," Aham called her softly and gently making her heart melt.
Slowly, she turned, she couldn't bring herself to look at her husband who was now propped up on his elbow with her pallu in his hands, watching her intensely. She stood there with her hands by her side hoping she looked good to her husband. As for Aham, he didn't see anything other than his wife standing a few feet away from him. He drank in the beautiful sight. He then got up and walked towards her. Gopi's heart raced as he closed the distance between them. When he stood all tall and hot in front of her, she quickly moved to the dresser, facing the mirror. She held on to the table for support. He then walked towards her. He looked at her reflection in the mirror. Heavenly. He then looked down at her bare waist and placed both his palms on either side and slide them over the soft flesh, watching her expressions in the mirror intensely. The feeling of Aham's large manly palms on her bare skin was making Gopi go weak in her knees. Passion was building up inside her. She quickly turned and hugged her Ahamji, his arms around her bare waist and her arms around his shoulder. Aham wanted to kiss her, feel her. He broke the hug but his hands were still on her waist, his thumbs caressing her skin. Gopi's eyes were closed. He started looking for the perfect spot on his wife to start his kisses. He started his search with her eyelids, down to her nose, then her cheeks. Determined to start his kisses with the perfect spot, he continued his search with his gorgeous brown eyes. He went down to her neck, then further. Bingo! He found it. Her chest. It looked so appealing. The little hollow space in the middle, so sexy, inviting and personal? He targeted her cleavage where her skin ended and the blouse started. His palms still on her waist, he bent down and kissed her there. Gopi felt a vibe go through her body and the moment his lips touched that sensitive part she gasped and both her hands immediately shot up and got buried in Aham's hair. She marvelled at how Aham always choose her most sensitive parts to kiss. She herself didn't know those were her sensitive parts. But then again, those perfect lips of his could do wonders even if it was just a peck on her cheek. He did everything with so much perfection, working, walking, grumbling and of course, seducing. As for Aham he was satisfied, yes, that was exactly the reaction he wanted. Once he was done enjoying that delicious area, he licked his lips and kissed his way up to his desired destination-those full kissable lips. However halfway there the irritating sound of his Blackberry was heard. An incoming call at 12 AM. Aham didn't hear that. All he heard was Gopi's and his own breathing and the occassional sigh of pleasure Gopi let out. Then Gopi came to her senses.
She tried,"Aha-Ahammmmji ph-ph-phone."
Aham just went "hmmmm" and continued the journey of his lips which was already halfway up her neck.
Gopi then grabbed both Aham's hands from her waist and removed them.
She stuttered again,"Ahamji, zaroori kaam hoga."
Aham then removed his lips. She was probably right. Must be some idiot client calling from a totally different timezone. Such an inconsiderate dimwit! He looked at her, still breathing heavily. He ran his right hand through his hair and nodded. With his left hand, he answered the call and with his right, started carressing Gopi's face and down. Before his hand went into her blouse and he got distracted, Gopi gently pushed him away and walked up to the bed. Aham's gaze followed Gopi's graceful body as she sat down in the middle of the bed, knees to her chest and both her hands resting on her knees. She was blushing and looking down shyly. His lovely bride, waiting for him. The pallu was just beside her but she totally ignored it. After sarcastically telling the client the time, Aham hung up and proceeded towards the bed, where is wife sat, like a bride waiting for her groom during the first night. Aham sat at the edge and held both of Gopi's shoulder with both his hands. He then made Gopi lie down. He sat up and admired his Gopi as she layed there and gazed back at him.
He then took the bowl of kheer which was momentarily forgotten and said softly to Gopi,"agar itne pyar se layi ho, ko khani paregi na?"
With that, he dipped the bowl and poured some on Gopi's bare stomach. The kheer was a little cold, making Gopi twitch a little. Now Aham bent down and used his lips on Gopi's stomach kissing the kheer off. One of Gopi's hand clutched Aham's hair while the other clutched the bedsheet. Her eyes were shut and she just couldn't stop the sighs and moans from escaping through her lips which were becoming eager to taste her husband. Her passion and desires grew as Aham's hand squeezed her ankle and then started caressing her legs under the skirt. He was still kissing and sucking her stomach. She didn't know if Aham was done with the kheer on her stomach but his touches was making her go crazy and so, she turned. Aham looked at Gopi's back. Two strings were tied up, holding the blouse together. Time to get her out of it. He bit at the strings and in no time, the blouse was undone and more skin was offered to Aham...
This was something new for Gopi. The previous time was nothing like this... Was this also considered making love? She would ask her Ahamji later...
Hope you guys liked it! Do leave comments! Cheers to all!
Edited by khansk - 20 January 2011 at 11:46am