**~~Delitescent Desire~~**
"Let go of me Raman...aaahhh."
Her eyes darted back and forth as she realised that they were not in the privacy of their room but the fear of being heard dissipated as she saw the hot water running from the shower and the washing machine vibrating in frantic ardour. As if he noticed it too, she was soon placed on the vibrating machine as he continued his assault on her senses. Some sort of esctatic explosion happened in her head as she absorbed the sensations imparted by the sinful vibrating thing beneath her and the sinful man who had barged into the bathroom under the pretext of finding his shaving kit.
*
With the towel still wrapped around her she opened their cupboard and found her notepad that contained her promise for the day.
With todays date written on top, a single line was written below it.
No touching till 4 pm
And she had broken the promise within one hour of her waking up.
A dozen works lay pending for her. With the onset of Mihika's marriage, her workload has exponentially increased. And Vandu Akka's pregnancy made Ishita the only sister to arrange and help in all the preprations. But her husband left no space for her to work or maybe it was her own mind, hence she made this decision.
The list of all the works was on next page and by now she was supposed to start with the third one listed in it.
As she writhed in guilt, the man who was the source of all mischief smirked as he saw his wife just in a towel.
She jerked up as she heard the click' sound of the door being locked and saw him. Water droplets trickled off his wet form. He slid his hand towards the knot in his towel, and with one jerk the loosly bound towel across his waist came off. Taking slow but long steps he reached her and trapped her between the two open doors of the cupboard and himself.
Wide. Her eyes went wide but she was not given much time to think as she was thrust up against the cupboard shelf and without an invitation he plunged deep inside her.
"Stop...don't stop." she whimpered and felt his smirk on her left shoulder. He took off the remaining hindrance in his vision, her towel and dipped his head into his heaven- Her silky tresses, the crook of her neck, the dip of her breasts.
"Ishita puttar, darwaja khol wo saadiyan leni hai." Mummyji's loud voice made him stop for a moment but there was no chance in hell that she would let him stop. If he left her unfinished she would go in his office and demand her right in midst of a meeting or presentation or whatever.
"Ramann..fast. I have no mood to open the door." she tightened her legs around him as he thrust himself forward and stopped.
"Ishita puttar?" the door shook from the loud banging on it from the outside.
"Ishita bhabhi syappa ho gaya. Sangeet walon ki jagah wo classical music bajane wale aa gaye."
"Aiyyo Ishu, tumhari Soumya chitti ko pickup karne jaane hai."
A fresh course of adrenalin gushed inside her as she heard the shouts and bangs of people outside. She hadnt even worn her saari yet and here she was with her man deep inside her, waiting for him to move.
The fear of being caught and that too naked, the tension and stress to complete the preparations in time played havoc on her senses but the thrill turned her on.
"Ishita..are you sure that you want me to finish this?" finally that once voice which calmed her no matter what.
"Please..fast and hard."
It was the calm before the storm approaches, only the outside voices were audible.
The moment he started off, all the voices died down in her ears. His persistent pounding and relentless rhythm was the storm that shook her core. Their harsh breathing was the only sound they could hear.
Theirs was the gentle and caring type of lovemaking. Even in the shower they had devoured each other for a long time but this, this was something new. This hardcore relentless lovemaking was their first. His slow and steady pace otherwise was now hard and fast, something she thought she would never enjoy and found herself guilty as even before completing, she already wanted more. Infact she wanted him to go on forever.
But the culmination came near. She could feel that point arriving when she would go numb in his arms. At normal times she would regain her composure quickly but for this experience she knew that it would take longer.
"Ramann", she bit his ear, pulled his hair and raked her nails on his back as she reached the ultimate everest of pleasure and felt him letting go along with her.
They tried to stand steadily as their breaths mingled. He looked at her, admiring the scarlet red hue adorning her at all the right places.
"I got you dirty after a bath."
"Who knew we could do IT like animals."
"Can I say that animals are luckier than us?"
"Shut up Raman! And now please help me dress."
*
"Ishita puttar, Sab theek hai na? Wo Raman keh raha tha ki tere sar mein dard hai. Par tu toh ulta langda rahi hai? Pairo mein dard hai ya sar mein?"
Silently she looked on as everyone came to inspect her flushed state.
"Wo Mummyji kuch nahi hai. Theek ho jaayega."
"Accha sunn Raman apna lunch box bhool gaya. Kisike haathon bhijwadena."
Listening this she excused herself as soon as possible and dialed Raman.
"Clear your desk, the lunch is coming soon."
*
"Today all the appointments of Raman Sir are cancelled after lunch." she heard the secretary telling her assistant as she entered his office cabin.
"And no one will disturb him for few hours."
She closed the door before she could hear anymore instructions of Raman Sir and saw the man himself, serious and focussed doing some important work.
What if he really just wanted to have lunch? *No ways* thought Ishita as she had come there with some needs that she wished to fulfill.
"Raman?"
"You are here? Sorry. Had to finish all the work before I devote all my attention towards this beautiful damsel."
"Lets carry on where we left."
How was it possible that she could want him so much, so damn much. Their morning escapade was fresh in her mind and she wished to renact it again now and yet again in the night.
*
4:30 p.m.
She looked at her notepad, wondering how would she face it.
The column below her promise of no touching hosted a blank space to write what she actually did till that time.
With shaky hands she picked her pen and wrote Only touching till 4:00 p.m.
oOo
This story is sole-ly for all the naughty minds out there(including meπ). Finally our bhook-pyaas for gutter will be fulfilled hereπ. Vidya dear you are next.
Edited by Scribble_Tweety - 9 years ago
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