My back makes contact with a wall, causing it to rattle. Considering the desire that's fuelling our movements today, it probably isn't a good idea to try and contain it in an airborne plane.
"Manik, are we breaking this aircraft?" I ask, grinning. "Because I most certainly do not wish for our first night together to be our last night together." Smiling, the Devil shakes his head, his right arm leaving my waist. The wall behind me loses contact with my back, allowing Manik to continue walking. Oh, that was a door. The activity that my husband and I are up to has clearly clouded my mind, rendering me incapable of thinking about anything sensible other than the two of us.
"Today, Angel, we're going to complete each other." Manik says, gently lowering me onto a mattress. Without wasting another second, the Devil climbs on top of me, holding himself above my body with the help of his hands. His fingers brush away a stray strand of my hair that has decided to fall across my right eye. Bending his head into the crook of my neck, Manik begins to pepper kisses along my collarbone; the gentle feel of his lips sending my stomach into a bout of somersaults.
"No drug compares to you." He whispers, as his fingers gently tug the collar of my shirt to one side. My fingers find the hem of Manik's shirt, tugging it upwards. Tearing himself away from me, the Devil hastily yanks it off, the sound of the material ripping filling the silent space.
"Someone's excited," I comment, grinning.
"We've waited too long for this day, Angel." Manik says, lowering himself on top of me once more. I have never intentionally been this close to Manik's bare body. Neither have I ever had the license to ogle at his chiselled figure, until today. Quite frankly, the feel of him pressed against me has my cheeks heating up. Unable to keep myself in check, I allow my fingers to run down the length of his front.
"Like what you see?" Manik asks, smirking. If only I had even an ounce of confidence and experience that this man possesses.
"What's there not to like?" I ask, trying my level best to keep my insecurities at bay. Suddenly the thought of Manik seeing my bare body is quite intimidating. I place my palms against Manik's back, pressing him even closer to my front. My husband's fingers find the bobbin that's holding my hair in place. Manik slides it down, causing a curtain of my hair to cascade over my shoulder. His fingers continue to make their way down the length of my bare arm, until he reaches my palm. Slipping his fingers through mine, Manik raises my arm above my head, holding it there in place as his lips find mine once more. His other hand cups my cheek, the pad of his thumb brushing against my skin.
"I want to cherish each second of this." Manik whispers against my lips, his teeth gently tugging at my lower one. His groin rubs against mine, a moan escaping my lips at the desire it's igniting inside me. The Devil's hands snake their way down the sides of my body, grabbing hold of the hem of my shirt. At once, I place my hands on top of his, stopping his actions momentarily.
"Manik, c-can we please darken the room first?" I ask, a bundle of nerves pooling in my stomach. What if Manik doesn't like what he sees once all articles of clothing are removed from my body? I won't be able to bear the disappointment in his eyes. I mean, his standards must definitely be high, considering Manik has been in past relationships. I'm sure I am nothing compared to the model-like women he has gotten intimate with. Manik furrows his brows, a confused smile adorning his lips.
"Why?" He asks, tilting his head to the side. I divert my gaze away from his orbs, unsure of how to put my insecurities into words. "Oh," Manik whispers, understanding my unsaid thoughts. His fingers tuck themselves under my chin, gently tipping it upwards, so that I'm looking into his eyes once more. "Angel, you have nothing to be ashamed, or insecure about." Manik's steady tone already has confidence shooting through my body. "You are beautiful inside and out. And I would honestly be honoured if you let me witness your beauty." His eyes are seeking permission from mine. As always, Manik's words have a calming effect on me at once. He's right, I have nothing to be ashamed, or worried about. If my husband truly loves me then he will accept everything about me, even the parts that aren't perfect. Smiling, I nod my head.
"I love you." Manik whispers, kissing my forehead. "And there's not a thing about you that could dissuade me into thinking otherwise." This time when his fingers tug at the material of my shirt, I don't stop him from doing so. Not breaking eye contact with me for even a second, Manik pulls the cloth up my body. To make it easier for him, I arch my back, allowing him to ease the shirt over my head. As if my shirt is the culprit for lack of physical intimacy between Manik and I, he chucks it to one corner of the room, almost as if he is disposing off garbage.
"Clothes are so overrated," Manik comments, grinning. Biting on my lower lip, I nod my head in agreement. My heart has now begun to beat at an ungodly pace. Still not breaking eye contact with me, the Devil's fingers begin to tug the straps of my bra to the sides. At the same time, my fingers make contact with Manik's jeans on their own volition. Together, he and I, begin to shred away the last articles of clothing that are acting as boundaries between our bare bodies; our eyes firmly planted on each other. The desire that's burning inside me is clearly reflected in Manik's orbs. He's right, we have waited too long for this. Tonight we are one.
Manik's fingers dig into my skin, as his hands trail down my arms. However, instead of encountering pain, there's an odd sort of pleasure in the Devil's desire fuelled actions. I can bet that tomorrow my skin will bear bruises of tonight; bruises that I will welcome because those marks will be the only proof that Manik and I were together tonight. My toes curl up as Manik continues to make his way down the length of my body, his breath fanning my bare stomach. Tonight, even the air escaping his body is warm, as if desire has lit a fire in his core.
"Give me a second." Manik says, standing up. A pout settles itself onto my lips as a gust of cold air smacks against my body. I want to whine like a young child and call Manik back. The sound of his bare soles padding against the floor fills my ears as I feast upon the sight of his naked body. For some reason, I do not feel even an ounce of shame for watching him in this unashamed manner.
"Manik, you really do have a nice behind." I comment, grinning. The Devil is now leaning over his duffel bag, looking for something inside it. My words bring his actions to a halt at once. Smirking, Manik looks at me over his shoulder.
"Did I, by any chance, give you the wrong drink back there?" He asks, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Because, Angel, this...dirty side in you only emerges when you down a very specific liquid." A giggle escapes my lips as I shake my head.
"You're my personal high, Manik." I whisper, biting down on my lower lip. Without seeking my permission, my eyes travel downwards, straight towards Manik's junk. A cough escapes my lips as I realise that my husband is also gifted in this department. Manik wasn't lying when he said that he possesses jewels down there.
"Like what you see?" The Devil asks, turning around – his tempting back facing me again. I can hear the smirk in his tone. Oh, he is enjoying tonight to the fullest. Smiling, I move myself into a more comfortable position, and continue to admire my husband's backside.
"Love it," I murmur to myself. Manik doesn't need to hear the admiration in my tone and inflate his ego any further. A second later, he turns around and comes back towards the bed, a square packet clutched in his left hand. Stepping over our discarded pieces of clothing, Manik reaches the end of the bed, his eyes firmly planted on mine. Here I am, without shame, staring at every inch of his body. This man, on the other hand, refuses to break eye contact with me for even a second.
Manik brings the top of the packet to his lips, biting down and tearing it off. I suck in a sharp intake of breath, a tingling sensation spreading through my body. This man has more control over me than I possess over myself. Smirking – fully well knowing what he does to me – Manik takes out the condom and slips it on. My heavy breathing is the only sound that's filling the room.
Climbing back onto the bed, Manik positions himself above me once again.
"Whenever you're ready, Angel." He says, his right palm finding my cheek. I've read about first times in novels and I always thought that I would be scared of having someone inside me. However, knowing that Manik is the one I'm sharing such an intimate moment of my life with, has all my fears knocked aside, leaving pure excitement and desire burning in me. I'm in the safest hands possible.
"I'm ready," I say, wrapping my arms around Manik's back. His eyes are shining with hesitancy, as if he's afraid that his next move could quite possibly injure me. "I love you." I rub my palm across Manik's skin. Nodding, more to himself than to me, the Devil molds our lips into one. At the same time, he eases himself into me with great care. A gasp escapes my lips, passing straight into Manik's mouth. He continues to kiss me, unmoving, thereby allowing me to adjust to this new situation. Manik pulls his lips away from mine, causing my eyes to open. He's gazing into them, seeking permission. The back and forth movement of his thumb across my cheek acts as a soothing agent. I give a confident nod of my head for Manik to continue. His forehead leans against mine as he begins to move, my eyes shutting on their own volition. Behind the curtain of pleasure lies a tinge of pain as Manik continues to move his body against mine. Wounding my arms in a tighter grip around my husband's figure, I pull him closer to my front. As if reading my mind, Manik encompasses my lips with his, his fingers pushing away the strands of hair that have decided to stick to my forehead.
"I love you, Angel." He murmurs against my lips, gradually picking up pace. The passion in our kiss increases by the second, my body easing as the pain transforms into pure pleasure. Comprehending the rhythmic movements of Manik's body, I begin to match them with my own. Soon, the two of us are working like one – perfectly reading each other's minds, thereby complementing the other's actions.
"Fuck," Manik growls, the mattress beside my head dipping in further as he applies more pressure to it. Our lips break away from each other, my head tipping backwards. "Angel," Manik moans my name as my fingers dig into his back. The second the Devil's lips attach themselves to the side of my neck, another moan of pleasure escapes my lips. I feel I will explode tonight because of all the pleasure inducing places that are being targeted by Manik right now. A wave of pleasure slams into my body, causing a shiver to run down my spine.
"Angel," Manik pants, removing his lips from my skin. This time when he thrusts into me, an animalistic sound escapes my lips, my fingers fisting around his hair.
"Fuck," I cry out, unable to keep from cursing. "Manik," I moan, all sorts of sensations spreading through the nerves in my body. Sighing, he falls on his back beside me. Shifting closer to me, Manik wounds his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his side. We lie there for a few seconds, utterly silent, as we come down from an all-time high. My lips tug upwards into a smile as I realise that even my breathing is in perfect sync with his.
"Would I be insane if I wish to have another go at this tonight?" I ask, my chest heaving up and down. Manik lets out a bark of laughter.
"No, because I'm thinking the same thing," he says.
"That was...something." I comment, smiling. Silence is all I get as a reply. Frowning, I turn over on my side to get a better view of Manik's face. He's staring at a spot near the door, his eyes distant. "What happened?" I ask, splaying my palm across his chest. "Was I bad by any chance? Unsatisfactory, perhaps?"
"Oh no, Angel," Manik replies hastily, shaking his head. "Quite the contrary actually." Moistening his lips, he turns on his side as well. "Angel, I was just thinking how I regret giving up my first time to another. I wish you were my first," he confesses.
"So what if I wasn't?" I smile, shrugging nonchalantly. "I can always be your last."
"You are my last." Manik lightly knocks his head against mine, grinning. "After what I just went through, I doubt anyone else could satisfy me as you have, Angel." An ear splitting grin makes its way onto my face. "You're a drug that's specifically been invented for me."
*****
"That's the fiftieth kiss you've given me in the past ten minutes." I say, grinning, as Manik's lips once again make contact with the top of my head. We have already had a go at each other for the second time now and yet, there's no fatigue in our body. Tonight, sleep is definitely out of the question.
"And I intend on giving you fifty more." He says, leaving yet another one on the same spot. Huffing dramatically, I continue to trace imaginary circles on his chest with my index finger. Little does Manik know that I am enjoying every kiss he's planting on me. In fact, I may just enjoy these head ones more than our lip-locks. The side of my leg - the one that's not entwined with Manik's - rubs against the silk sheets.
"Manik, these are the softest sheets I have ever laid on," I confess.
"Really?" Manik asks, as he tilts his head to look into my eyes. "After all that we just did, this is all that comes to your mind?" Surprise is evident in his tone. "Was I that bad?" Laughter escapes my lips as I shake my head.
"Oh, you're asking the wrong woman." I tilt my head upwards to easily look at Manik. "I have zero experience in this department, which means that you could be the worst in bed, and yet I'd never know." Smiling, my husband leaves a light peck on my lips. "On second thought, I should gain some experience and then come back to you. Just to be sure that all your boasting is justified," I tease.
"And that will only happen if I let you out of my arms, Angel." Manik says, tightening his hold around me.
"Manik, can I ask you a question?" I say, splaying my palm across his skin. Now that I'm at utter ease with touching him, I can't seem to stop. The desire to continue feeling every inch of him is burning away at my palm.
"Mm," the Devil replies, his nose buried in the folds of my hair.
"When you took your shirt off, I stared unabashedly at your chest, and even when you took your pants off, I stared." Now that I'm saying these words out loud, I wish that I could take them all back and shut up. "On the other hand, when you took off my...clothes, your eyes never left mine. In fact, throughout us doing it, you continued to look only into my eyes. Nowhere else. I guess what I'm trying to ask is, why?"
"Because, Angel, your eyes are the epitome of sexy. In my opinion, they're the perfect definition of the word," Manik explains. "They overspill with a thousand different emotions and I did not wish to miss even a single one of them." A glint of mischief flashes in Manik's eyes. "Although, Angel, you can tell me whichever part of you I should stare at the next time around, and I'll gladly oblige."
Diverting my gaze away from the Devil's eyes, I ball my hand up and lightly punch his chest. There's no end to this man's teasing.