ShiVi OS - Inn Lamhon Ke Daaman Mein (18+)

inn lamhon ke daaman mein

Her hair fell across the bed, her body shifting slightly across silk sheets, the velvet curve of a milky white leg, thrown carelessly across her lover's own. A sigh left her half parted lips as her body turned towards him, though she slept on.

In lamhon ke daaman mein
Pakiza se riste hain
Koi kalma mohabat ka
Dohrate farishte hain

Rich hazel eyes opened, tousled bedroom hair fell to his shoulder, she edged her body closer as he watched her with still sleepy eyes. To him she appeared to be sleeping, gently with one hand he reached out, caressing the curve of her milky white velvet thigh, he heard her exhale a whimpered breath. Arching a well sculpted brow, he waited.

Her sleeping form nestled into his own wakeful one, her curves lightly pressing against his own nakedness caused his manhood to twitch, he blinked wondering if she really was awake or sleeping. Either way, he found this a pleasant way to spend the morning, her softness pressed against him, nestled in tight. He dipped his head, nose hovering over her rose smelling hair, the delightful scent filling his thoughts. The delicateness of it's perfume serving to only heighten his building excitement.

Khamosh si hai zameeen hairaan sa falak hai
Ek noor hi noor sa abb aasmaan talak hai
Nagmein hi nagmein hai jagti soti fizaon mein
Husn hai sari adaon mein
Ishq hai jaise hawaon mein

Her body remained curled into his gentle movements against her. Slight touches, caresses of silken flesh against flesh. His lips slightly parted as he held in a moan of delight. Sleeping, he thought she might be, but he was enjoying the outcome all the same. He lifted a hand, using the ridges of his fingertip to caress the slender curve of her hip. His eyes watched her movements as she turned, easing herself out from him. His hardening manhood no longer pressed tight into the softness of her sensual sweet smelling skin as it swept up over her lush behind, as she nestled herself onto her back.

Eyes filled with lust for her, trailed a lascivious path up over the delicate curve of her ankle, up over her calves, trailed up along the breathtaking curve of her thighs, and lingered on the thatch of midnight black curls. He drew in a small breath as he continued up over her voluptuous hips to her firm taut stomach. He reached out a hand holding it lingeringly over her stomach, wanting to touch but not to wake her, not yet.

Oo..nagmein hi nagmein hai jagti soti fizaon mein
Husn hai sari adaon mein
Ishq hai jaise hawaon mein

His eyes continued upwards, over the expanse of flesh and to the full curve of her breasts. His hand trailed upwards, very close to touching, but still just hovering. The tip of his tongue drew a wet path over his lips as he swallowed. It was exquisite torture to have her so close, and to not touch, to not caress that body which he adored, worshiped each night.

Finally his eyes lingered on those features he knew so well, he noticed her eyes still closed as she moved. He smiled, shifting silently down the bed, hands with air between them and her flesh glided down till they settled onto her thighs. He looked up, ever alert as the beauty laid out on the bed before him like a sybaritic banquet drew in a breath, legs slightly parting.

Kaise yeh ishq hai
Kaisa yeh khwaab hai
Kaise jazbaat ka umda sailab hai

His eyes trailed back down the wonderful curves of her body, once again settling onto the curls between her thighs as he deliberately dipped his head down. His tongue gently caressed her glistening petals, an unhurried movement as her thighs parted a little more. A breath of a barely audible, sighing moan leaving her lips as she seemed to remain relaxed.