Part 91: The Hours Update 5
She
wanted to believe the kiss didn't mean anything, when she watched him walk
away. It hadn't deepened just as she would have liked but at the same time
unwillingly resisted. The surge of passion was wilting away, however, she
couldn't brush aside the sudden calm that rose inside her. Neither could she
ignore that the time for which his lips had pressed on hers, he was in unknown desperation
to revive some broken promise. Without hurry or any hint of passion he'd kept
upon the insistence to yield...for her or for his own self, she didn't know. And
his face devoid of all emotions had given out nothing to help with her
confusion when he had moved back a bit after breaking away and later had gone
in the direction of their bedroom.
It
was without doubt to be believed he had whispered a truce in those moments. The
one he so often sought after with the exception of words and it made her all
the more stubborn to give in now.
She
watched him come out of their bedroom into the hallway, carrying the bulk of
the comforter and pillows. He moved towards the far corner of the living room,
where their mansard roof opened up to a living sky through paned glass. He went
around opening the long awning windows that she didn't even know existed and
when the gale of midnight summer air rushed in, the long drapes - that ran the
height of their two story glass circumference - billowed; fluttering in a way
that they were restless just as she was...coming onto his face and in his path,
that he had to steer his way around them to the same far corner of the room.
She
stumbled as she leaned back and found herself near the bookshelf that was diagonally
opposite to where he was. How had she come here? She was more puzzled now as
she watched him spread the comforter and settle down with his back to a pillar
column, supported by a pillow. So, does she join him or not? Did this mean he
was asking her to take the bedroom? She turned around with her back to him, as
her hands pressed on the shelf with anxiety and frustration.
Unable
to make a decision, her eyes flew all over the shelf when she saw two thumb
mittens lying inside a copper dish, forgotten and discarded. Their time in the
log cabin on a night like this and their breakfast at the rustic diner the
following morning brought back a smile on her face. Picking them up and wearing
them on both her thumbs, she sat down on the couch with a sulk.
He
hadn't settled on the comforter for long, when his phone, still on the coffee
table began to ring. In an instinctive move she took the phone to where he was
settled. While taking the phone from her, he held her hand and tugged gently...more
pleading was his eyes when she held his. She ascended and bent down to sit next
to him and instead he pulled her in between his legs. Rambling away to the
caller on the other end, he gestured her to indulge him with one of the mittens,
resting his hand on her folded knees. She hadn't even known what she had wanted
until he'd made a move towards letting her know that he needed her too and a
relief of a wave washed over her which was proof enough of that. She slid it over
his thumb and before she knew, they were once again thumb wrestling. And the
time and place of the memory transcended without her knowing. Her coyness returned
as if on cue to his full attention for her once the call was over. Her back
arched away from him when he was no longer winning over the jostling and in
lieu laced his fingers with hers, twirling them and grazing his fingertips over
her palm.
His
smoldered gaze over her back instilled a deep fire on her skin while the icy
wind of the night thrown in the mixture, made her contort in a pleasuring pain.
Sensing her agony, proving more devilish that she thought, he ran his other hand
on her back, over her spine. She felt him stop and pull on the sash of her
blouse, while he placed a kiss on her nape, making her tighten her hold with
his mangled fingers. Her head fell back on its own accord on her shoulders and he
encircled her waist, pulling her closer, thrusting her back into his chest. He'd
unbuttoned his shirt while they were at the game and now when she was fully on
him, feeling more of her naked skin, he let out a breath of sigh. His move had
been anything but carnal when he saw her accept his advances for what he was,
even without an apology. There was a mystifying need to possess and to be
possessed in their au naturel selves that overtook him often and today was no
different. To him it was some sign of bareness that he connected with at a
higher level...staying above the facades they wore. He didn't know how to measure
up to the un-conditionality of her love, however, it swathed him with an urgent
need to spill all that was raging in his mind.
As
the sensation of the last kiss began to faze, she turned and caught his lips,
pushing him back to the wall, with her abrupt turn. Her nimble fingers trembled
as she placed her hand over his bare chest. He drew her closer, running his hands
over her back as his pulse went skittish forgetting all that was to be said and
heard. He pushed her blouse off her shoulders, making the creamy expanse of her
feminine curves spill within his embracing hold. Her gaze lowered, dowsed in
overpowering passion and her lips quivered as he stoked her skin with his gaze.
He let out a sheepish smile at that and to his surprise - which he curtailed - he
watched his wife hurl herself over him and kiss him over his lips. His dense kisses meandered away from her lips and he nuzzled in the curve of her neck and
teased her fair skin that caught into a frenzied slow burn. Her nails dug into
his chest as she shriveled under his touch.
"Maan..."
She moaned in sweet anguish as his lips traveled further down and his
fingertips grazed her waist. Before they would lose what was left of their
lucidity, he brought his head back to nibble on her lower ear.
"I
want you know that I'm hot headed and I'm sorry for wanting to get back at my
dear wife" He whispered low. She opened her eyes and faced him with a curious
look; the color of scarlet slowly draining from her cheeks.
"You
always deserved an apology Geet...but I felt easier giving one when you needed
for sure and not want it for the sake of it" He cupped her cheek and kissed her
forehead.
"Well
that certainly took its time..." She said with an acknowledging smile.
"What
do you know...I just happen to believe in foreplay"
"Even
for giving an apology?" She blinked at his choice of words and without another second to lose,
she leaned in closer to his ears. "Then make a believer out of me" She coyly
whispered and knew well that she needn't say more. She was certain he would
make up for all.
"With
pleasure..." he said, tightening his hold over her waist, as she scrunched her eyes
in angst from the new sensations that stirred inside her.
Before
long, she was lying to her side on the comforter with only a sheet and him stretched
right behind her, supporting himself on his elbow. He touched her, tracing
lines and patterns on her soft skin and drove the anticipation in her to higher
grounds when he sometimes replaced his fingertips for his lips. It was a long
and detailed memory he was crafting, carefully caressing her curves from her
waist to her torso and often following it through with his kisses. Her navel
sucked in when he brushed his lips over it and made her convulse her with an
aching...for him.
When
she thought she could no longer hold up without withering away from his touch,
she rolled over and moved on top of him. He smiled at first, but it faded soon
after she showered him with wet suckling kisses. His fingers knotted with her
hair, smoothing it at other times, in proportion with the madness she was
inducing in him. Her palms shaped over
his sinuous muscles and hard contours of his chest and arms as it moved over
him with a purpose of its own. Tilting her chin up, he studied her shy features
when he found her lips near his tightened jaw. And in the instance of knowing,
he hauled himself over her, back again.
He
could have crushed her had he held her any tighter and he closed the distance
between them, every which way. The kiss on her lips, and his hands that teased
her sent tingles down her spine. They eddied onto a moment of pure passion, long after in the course of love making, ecstasy filled
their beings as the delirious frenzy that they were wrapped in, matured to
bring quiet to their thirsting bodies.
She
placed his head over his chest and hugged him with a peace she had missed many
a night. Brushing her hair aside from the sweat on her brow, he felt a kiss graze
over his laboring chest. Her hands slid on the thin sheen of sweat over his
torso and he smiled as she picked it up to place it over his shoulder.
"I
missed you" she whispered back as another kiss landed on her forehead.
He
couldn't say anything except to kiss her on her lips as she turned. There was
something about make up sex he couldn't spell and this one time when it was
ever so slow and unrushed, that making love to her left an aftertaste that was
far from sating his need for her. And it
confirmed that some hungers hardly ever could, for they are etched into an
abyss within, so far from reaching that it takes more time to discover them in
the first place...
Looking
up to the wide open sky, that was studded with a distant star or two in
clusters, she let out a content smile, thinking of the night they had star
gazed on his birthday. Perhaps tonight was time to rekindle their silly pastime,
she pondered. Almost with half wanting to rush inside from fear of possible
intrusion, she lifted her head to look into his eyes. It had a tinkle from the
reflection of a far star or from their love making; she was unclear, albeit, it
blurred her fears and pronounced her desire to lie beneath the sprawling night.
"So
where is Polairs again?" She asked knowing it was the brightest star of the
night sky and already having spotted the Big Dipper once in a cursory glance.
Once
she lay on him, he lifted her index finger and guided her way through the Milky
Way. When it just didn't seem enough of squinting and going cross eyed over
distant stars, they were unconsciously compelled to abandon their brief
endeavor in search of bold and passionate ones.
It's finally done people...Do let me know how you liked it. I can only hope its as good as the hype I gave. The comments are quite disheartening...not even as many as the number of likes and its definitely not motivating to send PMs out (I haven't been sending any). So please...do grace the thread and make your presence felt. THANKS to all who have been standing by so far. It means a lot.
Edited by 6thElement - 12 years ago
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