The Binding String

F I F T Y - F O U R

"How!"

"Just trust me. For once." Raman begged, he kept his glass of beer aside and took her hand in his, "don't think much Ishita. Just cut out all the negative thoughts and ideas running in your mind. We are good all we need to move forward." He remain stick on his words, hinted her indirectly about his displeasure of discussing their pasts. He pulled her on his lap, wounded his free arm around her waist and other one kept on her cheek.

"I was never so vulnerable before Raman." A mist formed in Ishita hazel eyes, their faces were inches apart and breaths mingled.

"I was never alone before. We.....can make it work. Everyone needs us." He kissed her eyelid softly allowing the mist to flow down from her eyes in the form of teardrop. Her lips trembled when he peppered kisses around her face, she wounded her arms around his neck, she want him to sooth her aching heart today. The blazer slipped away from her shoulder but the ignited passion between them shielded her from the continuous gush of wind. He rubbed her lower lip roughly, her body trembled another time. They were going to intimate after six long months and the mere idea was enough to arouse and as well as scared her. She took a step ahead and joined their lips. His chapped lips sucked by her tenderly before he tugged her hairs and deepened the kiss. Their legs entangled as and bodies rolled on the chairs in such a way that she was beneath him. He sucked her lips vigarously and travelled the book and corners of her mouth, tasting her sweetness and curves again. After long six months a different kind of satisfaction hit him when he found her beneath him. Her head threw backwards as he started to devour her slender neck, the shoulder less dress she wore slipped little down, made her heavy cleavage visible. The dress which was hooked to her body with few delicate strings started to loosen up with the continuous friction. He groped her breasts with one hand, continue to devour her delicate neckline with the numerous kisses. She gasped, tried to hold him but his aggressive kisses were enough to overwhelm her. His tongue danced around the valley of her cleavage as the dress started to slid more. Her eyes rolled due to sheer moment of ecstasy and she kept moaning his name.

Their entangled legs hit to the coffee table, his half finished beer fell down followed by her half finished coffee mug. The beer mug, made up of heavy glass hit the delicate bone china coffee mug, the rugged mug of beer was lying on the floor and the liquid was spilled, the caffine drink soon made it's way and dissolved in it. The two drinks had nothing common not even colors but they made a blend of dark blonde. The beer and caffeine are most unusual combination of drinks, advised not to consume together. She is hypnotising as caffine and he is rugged as alcohol. She smells bitter sweet as coffee but he is bitter as alcohol. The addiction of caffine and alcohol is suggested to be harmful, they're not something to go along, harmful for each other, different as poles but still are together.

She cannot melt down his male toxicity neither he knows any ways to kick out her insecurities. They had came together but none of them had no clue if their hidden demons would allow them to give another chance to their marriage or not.

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He flipped her on her stomach, her porcelain skin sparkled due to sheen layer of sweat forming on her back. She fished the pillow and arched her back as his rugged hands came with the contact of her delicate skin. He dig his fingers in her juicy butt leaving a mark there, her legs were trembling with the sheer excitement of pleasure running inside her nerves since so long. His long fingers invaded her wet slippery channels making her shriek with pleasure. She didn't muffled her groans and moans when he took her to the edge and left her hung. His fingers moved rapidly than before causing her to moan his name aloud. The ripples of pleasure he created in her body blocked every second which bothered her often, the insecurities were thrown at the back of her head. He leaned on her back and trailed kisses parallel to her spinal cord. His painful hard shaft poked her, she knew it's much more left for them. He cupped her sensitive mounds, toyed with her pebbled nipples until he pushed his member inside her. Their bodies moved with rythme first, later in fast pace. He moved in and out with a force, everytime touched her deeper points which he touched long back. Her sleek and tight channel tempted in her for longer time. He felt her humping with him, participating equally. They felt nowhere near, they panted and grunted but continue to stay within each other until he filled her with his essence. They dropped their bodies over the bed, spend and exhaust. The smell of sweat and sex was everywhere, the sheets were covering them carelessly as he took her close to him and buried his face in the crook of her neck.