Zoya
Fuck...this is so awkward.
"I look what Adi?.... What are you even doing?" I asked, kneeling down by his side.
"I'm trying to hide... away from you...." He sighed...." I'm trying to keep you out of my sight."
Wow! That hurt!
This was beyond my imagination... I tried to dress sexy for this man and he's trying to keep me out of his sight?
Is this the same guy who won't leave me for a second, when we were attending Dhara's wedding?
Is this the same man who talked dirty to me while we had the hottest makeout known to mankind?
Is this the same guy....who drives me nuts?
"What...do you...mean?" I couldn't help but stutter a little. This wasn't going how I planned.
The way I had planned, I should be having his lips on mine by now....his hands on me.... Ugh!
Aditya took a deep breath and his gaze met mine with a mixture of sincerity and vulnerability. "Zoya, I cannot deny it.... Seeing you like this, dressed the way you are..... it's hard not to find you incredibly sexy.... And I.... I feel like I'm doing you wrong....I don't want to make you uncomfortable or objectify you...but... you're...so hot.... So cute...and so so so damn sexy.... I cannot..." His eyes had so much sincerety that I wanted to slap my previous thoughts away. "I cannot stop myself... I keep having these... inappropriate thoughts about you.... I need to stop looking at you for a moment so that I can ..you know... fully retreat to the safety of my own restraint."
I felt a warmth spreading through me, a combination of relief and appreciation for his honesty. The openness in his admission created an intimate space between us, one where our desires and vulnerabilities coexisted.
This beautiful man is the same man who won't stop loving me, who'd whisper those dirty nothings into my ears when he'd show his love to me.
This beautiful man is my Adi.
And my Adi was walking on eggshells today.... I assumed it was because of the setting and my expression of aversion to touch because of Yash.
But isn't he the same man who showed me how touch is my love language? Why is he so cautious now.... I'm free of the bindings of my own beliefs and now... He feels tied?
"Restraint?" I grabbed his hands. "Restraint Adi?... You call your feelings, your thoughts... inappropriate?" My hand reached to cup his face. "Don't forget, you're the one who taught me how beautiful your touch is and now... You think I don't want you to be attracted to me or what?... "
The air between us became charged with something like a promise of a deeper intimacy.
As if he was caught off guard, Adi straightened up, a mixture of embarrassment and relief washing over his face.
"But.... "
"Shhhh...." I planted a painfully soft kiss on his cheek and said, "Was it not you who wanted our first time .. to be in your house?.. because you wanted to fill your life with me?"
"Your love...I want to fill my entire being with you...your love.." sitting straight, he wrapped an arm around me and made me sit on his lap.
"Our love Adi...I want to fill our lives with our love... So much love love that We'd forget the world." My thumb caressed his jaw... His stubble is the sexiest thing I know.
The idea on sitting on his lap, on his kitchen floor..is the sexiest image I know.
"So... You are...not uncomfortable?... You're okay if I ogle at you, shortcake?"
"You ask that after so many hot makeouts?... You're the only man I want to ogle at me... I want only you to look at me....to appreciate me...to want me..."
His lips land on my temple like a sealed promise....like an expression of relief and appreciation.
"But... I want to talk about something first..."
"Mm hmm.... " I rested my face in the crook of his neck, like he was my custom made sofa... The most comfortable place in this world.
The place that holds so much love for me that I feel blessed.
"I wanted to apologise for that night, when after Abeer and Dhara's wedding... I pulled you away from whatever you were talking to Yash about... And kissing you like that.... I did that...partly as a declaration of our relationship, and partly to avoid confronting Yash with aggression...That was very immature of me..."
"And very hot..." I giggled a little.
"Yes.... Not denying that .... You surrendered like a dream....ahem.." he cleared his throat. "Still... It was stupid of me to do that... I know I should ideally leave you to handle this while standing right by your side but at that moment... If I hadn't kissed you, I would have punched that guy... I would have punched him so hard...and so many times that I might've killed him.... And... That was wrong of me to think. It was our bestfriends' wedding... I didn't want to ruin the atmosphere...plus... I should have not been feeling so violent... Yet I did.... and I just wanted to pull you away from him. I'm sorry... I let my frustrations get to me... I should have handled it differently."
"Ssshh.... You're such a cutie." I slightly slapped his cheek playfully.
"Baby, I'm serious."
"And so am I ..." I straightened myself to face him. " I seriously do not care about Yash,... He could be infuriating and yes, it was unexpected but there's nothing to apologise Adi...plus....when you're angry... You're so hot... That's all I care about... although... Sorry, but there's a bad part within me who'd have loved to seen you two fight...but then again... That's not what I think is necessary. So, we shall let that pass. It is past.... You..." I tapped my finger on his chest.. "my dear... Should be focusing on the present."
A muscle in his jaw tightened, something in his eyes changed deliciously and which his tongue in his cheek, he asked.... "And what is my present, shortcake?"
"Can't...can't you see?" Why am I nervous all of a sudden?
"No... You tell me shortcake.... What is my present?"
"Me.... Us..." I hold my breath as his finger traced my jawline.
His lips brushed over my ears "Give me details Shortcake.... I want details..." My palms grabbed onto the cloth of his vest, by his shoulders with the desire he spiked.
"Details?" I asked, a little confused. "Like what?"
Why am I so dumb? He's probably trying to talk naughty with me, but I don't understand.
Will my stupidity turn him off? No...please... God!
Adi.... Please... continue to find me sexy.... Please.
"Like.... You smell like strawberries tonight.... It's different from what you usually wear... But I like it." I saw how his gaze roved and lazily appraised me.
His gaze lingered at my chest and God forbid I was hot for him. I knew the fabric was partly translucent.
Both of us were entirely yet painfully aware of the exposure I wore.
"Oh! That.... That's because.... I wanted.." I could feel the heat reach up to my cheeks... "I love how you call me shortcake... I wanted to be your strawberry shortcake tonight... That's also why ...the pink..." I pointed at my dress, biting my lips at my wierd attempt to allure him.
A mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes, revealing the depths of his desire that mirrored my own.
As Aditya's fingers traced absent-minded patterns along the curve of my waist, I sensed the simmering desire beneath his touch.
"So.... You're my shortcake tonight?"
I felt his hands tightening slightly around my waist, a subtle yet deliberate gesture that conveyed his growing arousal.
"Mm hmmm.." I nodded with the most innocent and doe-y eyes possible.
There's nothing sexy about me.
But I'm cute.... I'll use it.
His fingers caressed my skin like he was telling me a story of his longings.
My palms gripped his shoulders.
"Zoya..." warm breath grazed my ear as he whispered softly, his words carrying an undertone of desire that sent shivers down my spine. he murmured, his voice husky, "Do I get to take a bite then?"
The bolder his hands grew, the more breathless I got. His palms squeezed me into him in the most sinful ways.
"A bite?... You get to have the entire thing." I bit my lip, trying my best to look into his eyes.
"Don't call my woman a thing."
"I was talking about the shortcake." I teased, in a stupid attempt to ignore how amazed I was because of this man.
His lips touched the sensitive skin of my neck. "You bought this to be my shortcake, love?"
How the fuck is he able to talk while making sure that I struggle to breathe. My brain was not with me anymore, all o knew was his mouth, his hands, Him.... I just knew him.
"Kind of.... I really like it.." I managed to answer because there's something so exciting about being able to talk while your boyfriend is being all naughty and hot. "I just never knew where I'd wear it... You were the only answer I could come up with.... "
"Good... Because only I get to have the privilege to see you like this.... " There was something so bossy,...so primal....so possessive about his tone that I just surrendered to him.
Who'd argue to this?
I breathlessly moaned an "ofcourse..."
Aditya was now unapologetic and so was his touch.... Igniting this fervent desire that pulsed between us.
"What about dinner?" He asked, pausing for a very brief moment.
The most painful moment of my life.
"Later..." I almost whined, and pulled him to me...our lips met in a hungry kiss... I could feel him smile.., he pulled me even closer, his hands possessively gripping my hips, conveying an urgency that mirrored the intensity of our desires.
Aditya's hands were now exploring me with an unabashed hunger, roamed over the contours of my body, tracing the delicate curves with a boldness that fueled the flames of passion within me.
This is what I like...this is what I crave.
This is the Aditya that keeps me up at night.
The heat of our kisses left us breathless but we yearned for more.
There was something crude about the way I could hear our kisses echo in the house... But I loved every crude thing we did.
It made me feel closer to him...like this is something only we were allowed to do, in the paramountcy of our actions and this place.
This was 'Us' in verb.
Our bodies moved in sync, with the pulsating rhythm of our desire...like brush strokes in the masterpiece of our passion...like a symphony of sensations.
My fingers threaded through his hair, gripping him with fervor.
I knew that if I opened my eyes right now, my vision would be blurry... That's how heated we were right now.
His hands roamed, finding their way beneath the thin fabric of the blouse of the dress, the only thing that seperated our skins, He left a trail of fire on my skin. My hands were hasty when I took his hooded vest off of him.
"Adi..." I moaned as I felt his hands reach the side of my breasts, his thumbs carefully caressing my underboob.
"I told you... You're so mine..." He mumbled against my lips before latching onto them like his life depended on it and picked me up.
I wrapped my legs around him as he took me to his bedroom.
Too many things happened at once, while I was in the ecstasy of being on the bed of the man I so loved and adored... I had the same man kiss the valley of my chest like we were going to sin.
A sin that I would commit a thousands times....only for this man.
Only this man was capable of making me wanna sin.
Pleasure ran over me when I felt his mouth cover my teat, over the fabric. Blood rushed through my veins like an awakened river. Curling my toes, I took his name between my heavy sighs. His hand stroked and played with the other mound.
Delighted and painful gasps left my body as his tongue came into play... Oh! GOD! The way I could sin every single day only to have his mouth...his hands... This man... touch my skin.
Within a second, he even removed that thin barrier and lifted the fabric before taking me in his mouth again. His palms fondled my bare thigh with a tantalizing possessiveness.
Aditya's every action, every touch was so potent...so compelling that my heart ached under my ribs and my heartbeat throbbed in my ears.
When he reached for the string that held the blouse on me, I hugged him with an urgency that ended up expressing my vulnerability.
"Do you want me to stop?".. his hand took my face and held me gently, whispering in my hair.
"No."
"Should I turn the lights off then?..."
"No... I ...I want to see you..." I came clean.
At a variance with his previous unabashed hunger, he kissed me gently....
This is what melts me... This is what I live for.
This is the Aditya that makes me a happy woman.
Easing me down to the bed, his hand slid to my belly before coming back up to untie the knot.
His gaze was bold and slow, making me wish to hide myself yet somehow a sense of vanity washed over me while my cheeks flushed with heat.
His lips rested on my forehead like a promise. "I'm so going to worship you, love..."
And Goodness gracious...he did.
My body melted against his and my world was filled with him. He bore his entire self into me with his soul drenching love.
Aditya brought me the height of passion and love and I never knew before.
There were only a few things that I cared about right now,...him...his touch... The way my body squirmed for him.... Our moans...the sweet agony we shared and our countless confessions of love...pure love.
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