Seeing her like that, it occurred to him that, there were
some women who didn't know the power, their beauty wielded on men and then
there were those who knew it like the back of their hand; and this whole other
faction of women who come to realize of it with passing time. Perhaps she was
of the latter kind, he thought; his eyes came alive, wide with realization, as
he was stunned with the provocative smile and luring touch with which she
pushed him forward. His awe continued to rise as her musical laughter rang with
a sharp jingle in his ears. And she couldn't help chuckle when he moved only
with her mere thrust on his back, very much like that of a voodoo doll in her
hands.
"Maan...you have to stop drooling" she said
trying to break the stupor he was in. But his eyes refused to face onward,
while she was still beside him, as they stepped into the wet sod hand in hand.
He saw her in new light, and literally too, when the silver beams of the moon,
petering through the clearing in the trees, came down as light threads of
confetti. The cool breeze tickled her coiled ringlets making him raise an
inanimate hand towards her face. As he met her black kohl lined eyes, her
lashes fanning his dark desires further, she gave a shy smile puncturing
another hole in his already dented heart. His gaze darted low, taking inventory
of her heinous schemes to daze him, with the revealing blouse, scandalous tie
of the sari and the eddy of a nose ring, he was hopelessly caught under. Who
said one needed to bare themselves of clothes to seduce a man? She was, in his
mind, creating new meaning to all things enticing, when she appropriately
concealed and revealed her womanly frame, to play a sensual hide and seek with
his wanton attention.
He wondered if she had always sported this personality in
her and if she had waited until the precipice of the moment to peel this side
of her to him. There was some suspicion, in him, if she had a heavy agenda for
the night. For her devious little stunt, couldn't just come out of nowhere,
when they were in his brother-in-law's home, of all places in the world.
Apparently, he was beginning to know his wife.
He could have held on to the ground frozen, with his hand
cupping her cheek, but she wanted to get further away from the entry way and so
she hauled him playfully by his wrist in the direction of the willow tree by the
far corner of the property.
"That message...your text" He stumbled with
words, still stuck by her beauty and while still on the move.
"Oh!" she turned to face him " I just sent
it a bit early" she said as she persisted to take him near the brook by
the tree. Her explanation, no doubt, confused him, alongside her musing smile.
Perhaps this was how one could live through dreams in reality, he thought now.
Once they were there, she settled on the stone bank,
having him perch next to her, his eyes never having left her face or her form,
until the very moment.
Panting from the almost run, she huffed while she raised
her hand to his shoulder and balanced her face on her upper arm. As she lifted
her gaze alone to meet his, she feared she would slip from the motive she was
here to achieve. How else could she explain the strong urge to close the
arm-length distance between them and be within his breath's notice.
It was a serene, calm night with ebbing silence that spoke
of a storm that was coming. The dark sullen clouds had cleared up above,
perhaps now engaged in a drunken brawl, for lightening sparked the horizon.
Moisture hung thick in the wet air, ready to be frozen to form veils of ice
beads. And slightly miffed stars, jealous over the pearly luminescence of the
moon lay scattered far away from it, hoping to be wooed. At least that is how
she was seeing the world with him, bordering on corniness, by his standards.
When such mystical night sprawled the mighty dome of sky above and around them,
he took her hand that was resting on his shoulder and placed a kiss in the
inside of her palm.
She shivered that moment, with the touch of his lips and
pulled back her hand fisting them tightly in her lap. Lifting her feet off the
ground, she swiveled about her position, and let her feet down the rippling
cool water that lashed silently on the sides of the bank. The smooth round
pebbles, eased the course of nervousness that raced in her body. Brilliant, she
thought to herself, as she realized she had less restrain than him to keep
herself in check in their brother-in-law's garden. Now her worries were
beginning to focus more on herself than him. Well, she needed some time, before
they could have their way with each other, for she wanted to talk first.
Her act of pulling away amused him, like that of being in a pursuit and the myriad of
emotions of her face, puzzled him further. There was no possible explanation,
other than want to lug on his carnal strains, for why she was dressed as an
enchantress. And yet her coy self had surfaced momentarily, when she had pulled
away from him, launching another doubt in his mind. Was this a deliberate game
that she was leading him onto? Her intentions unreadable, she was
misinterpreted for being naive in more ways than one, he thought. He could
ponder on about what number befitted to make up her age, given the ploys she
was learning fast. By then the tuft of hair that moved apart with a stroke of
cool breeze around her back distracted his stream of thought. His hand lifted
on its own accord and his index finger pushed aside the veil of dark veil of
hair that shielded her back from his indulgent eyes. Mounding up her other
shoulder from the force of his finger, her reluctant curls, parted her lavish
back to be preyed upon by his finger. Her head fell back as a creek of need
burst open on her skin in the same path his fingers travelled down her deep
expanse, as he inched himself closer. But just as he was about to replace his
finger for his lips, she jerked up standing on her stumbling feet, the rocky
pebbles, offering much less stability, she trudged further into the pool. As
the water level, rose up her feet and splashed even with her nimble movement,
it made her sari wet up until her knees.
Moments later, she felt him close behind him, his breath
gently stoking her nape. His arms came to cage her in his hold, as she tilted
her head sideways to meet his gaze.
"So...if this walk of yours is over, we can go back
upstairs" He drawled as he nibbled on her ears.
It never had dawned to her, before the time, she saw his
lustful eyes by the entryway, that perhaps it was undeniably easy to be carried
away in the undercurrents of passion that gaped at her. The frigid air only
aided to bring up her gooseflesh, as his flitting fingertips traced the length of her
arm length down to encircle her waist, beneath her aanchal.
"M...a...a...n..." she fluted his name as he
affected her with his touch. The scenery faded in her vision and the puddling
sound of the waterfall, swathed in his breath by her cheek. A brilliant sensual
symphony it was, as her senses focused on nothing but his caress on her naked
skin.
Such was the overbearing pull of the togetherness they
shared after two weeks, when his last trip over the previous weekend had given
no state of mind or privacy to indulge in each other. As much as she wanted to
prolong the teasing moment, she suffered from a coherent need to convey her
want to belong with him in a deeper sense. When her mind lay burdened, her body
though momentarily subdued, could follow track no longer, proving all the more
for a woman that, arousal to conform through intimacy, lay more in her head than
any other part of her body. When her eyes complied to the same message, his
sight caught the same, causing him to pull away with questioning uncertainty.
Before he could enquire though, she turned around leading
him back to the grass lawn, her voice reflective of conviction, growing
ebullient slightly, she spoke "I want to play a game...Maan" She smiled.
To be continued...
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