Warning: Mature content ahead.
Last time:
"We can't do it, if
you're not comfortable saying it. I need
to know for sure exactly what you want."
She looked straight into
his eyes. "I want to have sex with you tonight."
"Untie me."
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Part 5 - Shatter
He didn't need to tell
her twice.
As soon as she yanked
the ties off he wrapped his arms around her small frame. His hands were
everywhere, touching her, learning her, knowing
her.
Finally.
He couldn't believe she
was in his arms after all that had passed between them. He had put her through
the wringer and sucked out her soul. She should have been hard and brittle as
ice. Yet here she was, warm and soft in his arms, still giving to him with her every kiss. And he was utterly
unworthy of her.
Perhaps a better man
would have pulled away. Abhi was going to make it worth her while.
He danced his fingers
along her waist, stroking her like she was made of the smoothest crystal. He
kissed down her neck, paying special attention to the seldom-seen dip in her collarbone.
This was what she had been waiting for. All those times he had
"tortured" her by removing his shirt, the time she had fallen into his bath and
the countless times she had fallen on to him, were all building up to this. She
had desired him almost since before she really understood what desire meant.
But instead of ravishing her, Abhi was kissing her like a gentleman!
"Higher."
He had the audacity to
chuckle against her neck. "Where?"
"Argh!" She groaned in
frustration. Damn him! He wasn't going to make this easy, was he? But maybe all
those prayers had an effect and he thankfully went about the business of mapping
her curves. They were heavy and swollen; from desire or emotion she didn't
know. It was all too much.
To distract herself, she
tentatively started exploring his hard body. His back was as massive and
muscled as she remembered.
"So this was what all
those weights were for."
He laughed, sending a
shot of pure heat through her body again. "No, for this."
She squealed as he
picked her up and set her gently down on the bed. "You okay, Pragya?"
She nodded. If only he
was less formal! Suddenly, she longed for that once-hated nickname Chashmish'
to fall from his lips. Maybe she needed to take matters into her own hands.
"Whoa! What are you
doing?!"
Hell if she knew! This
was literally new territory. How on earth
is this going to...Before she could work out the concerning logistics he had
pulled her hands away.
"You don't have to do
that. Tonight is about you."
But I want to. But no matter how much she had matured in the
past year she still couldn't bring herself to say something so bold. Anyway, it
was thrilling to hear him say it was all about her, even if only from a sense
of misplaced guilt. Nothing in her marriage, hell nothing in her life had been all about her but she was
going to take tonight. Tonight the man she wanted desired her back and she
would take him.
Suddenly their clothes
suffocated her and she tugged inexpertly at his t-shirt.
"Need some help?"Abhi
grinned. She glared at him in return, even though she was secretly a little
relieved to see signs of her old arrogant husband, instead of the serious,
polite stranger that had replaced him.
Wow. Thank God for my glasses.
"You turn," he
whispered, still stroking her waist. "May I?"
Please. But she couldn't open her mouth. Years of forgotten taunts
rose and blocked the words in her throat. Behenji.
Plain Jane. Four eyes.
"Maybe we can...turn off
the lights?"
Abhi's heart dropped. You did this to her. You convinced her she was ugly. You made her hate herself. Regret buried itself in his heart
like a knife. No words could take back what he had said. But maybe actions
could make her forget.
He kissed her
nose-button. "Off."
"But I wasn't even
saying anything," she protested, referring to the silly on-off game they used
to play.
"Your worries, Pragya."
"Easier said than ... oh!"
She gasped he dropped
his mouth where his hands had been only minutes before. "Too much?"
She responded only by
arching further in to him.
And then she couldn't
think as he relentlessly teased her until her nipples pebbled under her
clothes. Enough is enough! Suddenly
the desire to feel his lips on her skin was stronger than her insecurities. She
pulled off her offending blouse and her bra before she could lose the courage.
His awestruck gaze burned
a hole through her body. It was exquisite torture to be naked before him like
this, to have her body as exposed to him as her heart was. Erotic and embarrassing
all at once. Just when she couldn't take it anymore and was about to cover
herself, he bent down and placed such a reverent kiss against her thumping
heart that for the first time in her life, she felt beautiful.
You're really making it hard for me not to love you.
"Not fair," she
protested. "If I have to be exposed, you have to be too." He caught the hidden
meaning in his words and wordlessly pulled off his jeans. Pragya was the only
virgin he had ever been intimate with. Would she be disgusted? Scared? Run away
in fear?
She reached out and
experimentally ran her hand down his length. Abhi groaned and threw his head
back. It was torture to have her tiny, ink-stained hands on him. He had a
hundred moves planned but as she started to stroke faster and learned to pay
extra attention to the tip all thoughts flew out of his mind.
"Oh Chashmish!"
Pragya grinned in
triumph to hear her beloved nickname forced from his lips. Enough of this formal nonsense!
He pulled her hands away
from him. "Chashmish please!" He seemed to have admitted defeat against his
desires. "You've got to trust me on this."
He teased her until she
couldn't think straight, one hand slipping below her waistband to the place she
needed it most. She was so ready that it wasn't long until she was a writhing
ball of need. He kissed down her body,
taking her lower garments with him. Finally, he reached his destination.
Pragya cried out. The
sensations overwhelmed her. It was all too much - the pleasure, the sensation,
the sheer intimacy of having his lips there.
She was too bare, too open to him. "Abhi,"
she moaned, "please...I can't take it."
Somehow, he seemed to
understand and shifted to cover her body with his, anchoring her against the
tide of emotions with his eyes. "Better?" He murmured, replacing his mouth with
his hands.
She could only nod as he
took her up on a wave of sensation again, this time stopping for nothing. He
circled her nub relentlessly until she couldn't stop the moans from spilling
from her lips. He plunged his fingers into her waiting body, finding hot spots
even she had never found before. He took her to dizzying heights until she
couldn't fight it anymore. Until she was forced to throw aside her worries and
just feel. He took her to the edge of
the precipice.
And then she fell. And
he was there to catch her.
She didn't know how long
she lay recovering in his arms. Was it even possible to recover from shattering
and being put back together?
"Wait!" She belatedly
exclaimed. "What about you?"
"I told you, tonight is
about you."
"But, I thought we were
going to have sex."
"This is sex, Chashmish. This nakedness, this
coming apart in each other's arms, this is sex too."
Perhaps there was an
argument for her to make here, about fairness and reciprocity and getting the
"full experience" but she was too tired to make it and his embrace was too warm
to leave.
"Okay. Now we sleep. And
you hold me."
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