15 | raaz-e-ulfat

                                    

                                          
15 | raaz-e-ulfat 
                          
"Tumhe andaza nahi hai maine tumhara kitna intezaar kiya hai Veer." 
                          
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	It had been a busy week for both of them, barely getting a few moments in the morning and then slightly longer ones at night. But it wasn't enough. Not for him, not for her. The excitement was always to be able to come back from work and see the other, be in each other's arms, exchange a few words. These moments soothed their souls, kept them going through the long days. Bani found warmth in him that she had craved all these years, Veer found his love slowly cross the line towards him. She woke up that morning and frowned, not seeing him around. Her heart sunk, had he gone off to work already? It was unlike him to leave without giving her a kiss, odd for her to wake up and not be in his arms. To her contentment, she was wrong. 	
                          
	"Sweetheart, you're awake?" He walked out of the shower. 
                          
	She whined and gestured for him to join her in bed. 
                          
	He smiled. "I'll wear my shirt and come." 
                          
	She whined again, wanting him at that very moment. 
                          
	"Coming gharwali." He went back into bed and embraced her. "Good morning sweetheart."  
                          
	She didn't respond. She listened in on his heartbeat, calming herself from the little anxiety she was feeling that morning. She couldn't quite figure out why or what, but something was bothering her. He traced circles on her back and played with her hair, enjoying the moment he had with his wife. Her hand touched his chest and began to fall in excruciating slow designs as her lips pressed against his heart and then moved its way to his collarbone. Her hand traveled from his chest to his neck, caressing and then trailing her nail around. Bani continued to work her lips around him, taking her sweet time, enjoying the control she had. He groaned in his throat, courtesy of the way her fingers moved around and the way she kissed him at the slow pace. It felt like hours but, barely a few minutes had gone by before she found his neck. 
                          
	She continued brushing her lips and his hands now gripped her waist, bringing her closer to him, but she was still not close enough. Soft sounds escaped her lips as she kissed him, desire crawling under her skin. She knew it would be best to stop but she couldn't. She didn't want to. She took a breath of his perfume, the one she had grown so fond of, the one that smelt like home. She wanted to smell like him, she wanted him to mark the different places in her body, she wanted him to hold on to her, she wanted him to kiss her like he would lose breath if he didn't, she wanted to be his. 
                          
	"I miss you jaan. We've barely had time together this week. Clear some of your calendar for me, please?" She said to him in between her sweet kisses. 
                          
	"I'll come home before dinner today, will you be able to leave work early?" He quickly responded, overjoyed. His wife had never asked him for anything. He knew of her feelings towards him but he was also familiar of the discomfort she felt in expressing her wants to him. Did this mean she was crossing the line she so stubbornly drew the night of their marriage? 
                          
	"Anything for you." Bani lightly sucked the skin of his neck, not satisfied, wanting more. He moaned out her name and a grin drew itself on her lips, taking a quick pause. Veer felt her accomplished smile against his skin and shifted her weight against the bed, now taking control. He caressed her cheek and brought his hands to her neck, her cleavage, and then they found its way to her breast, "These drive me absolutely crazy." 
                          
	Goosebumps broke out on her skin as he attentively caressed her breast. She loved the way he touched her, the way he made her feel like she was his, only his. Blush crept on her cheeks thinking that only he would be able to touch in a way that made her so complete. She lay beneath him as she was. No lies, no judgement, no scheme. She bared in front of him the storm that raged within her, the strength of her heart and the stubbornness of her will. She was sure she wouldn't fall for him, that there was no place for love in her heart anymore but her stance was weakening. She wanted him. So bad. He was her definition of desire. She needed him to complete her, to make her whole again. His eyes ran through her soul, following her, chasing her. Lovingly, he caressed her breast again. She shivered and sighed in pleasure. He gently pressed his lips on hers and his thumb stroked her breast through the fabric of her silk blue pyjama top. Her resistance was crumbling. Could she tell him that he could have his way with her?