The Binding String

N I N T Y

"What was my naughty girl doing in my absence?"

Her throat dried as his raspy voice fell in her ears making her shiver.

"Lost your tongue my wild cat?" He sensually trailed his thumb from her cheek to neckbone, wiping off the water droplet dripping from her hairs.

"You was returning three days later." She managed to stutter.

"Ain't you happy?"

"I am." She whispered, couraged to meet her eyes with his. Her hold on the front of his shirt tightened more.

"Do you missed me?" He continued to caress her cheekbone.

"You feel home." She snuggled against his chest, his hold tightened around her hips and he pulled her closer. Her delicate face cupped by his callous hands and he joined their lips, the moment they longed was finally there. They continued to suck each other lips as she felt herself hoisted up, resting upon the wooden chest. The kiss continued to grow, her fingers snapped his shirt, making it slip from his shoulder and her nails poked on his biceps as he continued to ravish her lips. Thr black mole resting on her lips is a tease for him, he rubbed he swollen lips for another time before he started kissing her back. As the kiss deepened, the clothpiece holding her feminity slipped away leaving her naked for his eyes. She didn't shyed in the broad daylight as his eyes started to drink her beauty for another day, another time, another moment, thanking his luck for bringing her in his life. He peppered kisses on her collar bone, occasionally sucked her skin before leaving a hickey.

"Not here. Someone might notice." She panted, her hands were in his tight grip, behind her back.

"I don't mind." He replied, cupping her breasts. His lips found new spots, she arched her back enjoying his feverish kisses on her sensitive skin, the way he plays with her body, leavs her high and dry. His teeth started sucking up her buds and fingers played with her glistened mounds before he plunged two of his fingers inside her leaving her gasped. Her back arched more, sweat beads prespirated on her forehead as he continued to ram his fingers inside, tweaked her clit occasionally and left her vulnerable.

He is never been aggresive with her, in these months he is been a gentle lover but today she saw an another side of him which was arousing and thrilling for her at the same time. The moisture pooling around her thighs growing more and more, her toe clenched, the wooden chest continued to make noise, indicating she was close to loose herself.

"Ride me." The absence of his touch left her frustrated, her husband stood infront of her in his naked glory smirked, his hairs were dishevelled, damp with the sweat beads.

"It's....not done Raman." Ishita replied, still gasping for breath.

"The choice is yours." He shrugged off his shoulders, in few seconds her legs were wrapped around his torso and they moved towards bedroom. As thier naked back touched the soft mattress, she straddled him, the hint of shyness replaced by a spark of excitement as she took his length inside her. Their bodies became one and lips joined, the silent profess of love continued as their bodies rocked, her body swayed upon him, sometimes teasing him other time touching herself.

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"Stop teasing me Raman."

"Not so easily."