Ruhani ~ The Language Of Love

42 ~ Under The Rainy Sky

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"Ishq ki jubaan me hum bachpan se hi kuch kache the,

Unhone bass nighahon se pucha or...

hum chand palo me raazi raazi the," 

Ruhani POV

I acknowledged it when he broke the kiss and covered my shoulder with it, making my shivering arms slip inside the hands of the coat. It instantly sent warmth and he leaned in again towards my lips and his hands once again around my back keeping me closer to him.

My own hands also moved in anticipation cupping his cheeks and it made our foreheads touch each other. My whole body screamed love when my fingers moved from his cheeks to the collar of his kurta. Fisting it tightly, I shifted my body weight over him making him rest his back against the back of the stone bench.

But, it did not take him to feel the burn as he pulls himself straight and dominated the pleasure again. He kept me utterly busy in the game of the lip-sucking that I did not realize when his hand moved from my back to my stomach.

I broke the kiss and felt insanely out of breath. My forehead touched his and my ears heard the same of his situation. The break lasted only for two breath intakes as he leans in and claimed my lips again. Taking my lower one between his, he sucks it harsher to not make me realize that his hand was undoing my lower.

The behind of my sanity was ready for his fingers to invade me again and take his pleasure but I shivered to the core with fear and excitement when he broke the kiss and pressed his lips against my ear.

He sucked my ear, making me hear his wild breath fanning and eventually making me hot throughout my body. My head falls back a little in anticipation and my body was light as a feather.

I never in my dreams felt it. So, blinded with the arts of his. Knowing, how insanely that affected me, he did it again with the increasing pressure and demands.

Just, I knew and desired. I felt his hand getting close to my core, slowly slipping his twin fingers inside me. I cried voicelessly and tightened my fists against his collar and neck.

He moved it slowly, deeply this time and surprisingly it moved swiftly making my brain ooze with one more thing.

I felt dissatisfied when he took them out and moved his lips to breathe something in my ear.

"Kal Begum-e-Sultanate, Malika-e-Kainat ko Aaram ki jarurat padegi,"

"Tomorrow, Begum-e-Sultanate, Malika-e-Kainat need a good rest,"

I thinned my eyebrows at his puzzling words and demandingly claimed his lips. He let me dominate his lips, let me suck those two soft petals with the harshness and cravings that I never knew existed. He replied only with the syncing motion and I did not realize when his fingers worked well and pulled the lower of the dress down to my thighs.

When I collected it, I lowered my gaze and gulped. His lips moved to my neck again and managed to distract me quickly.

I let his hands move the piece of clothing to my feet.

My breathing turned so uneven and fast at the moment along with the racing heartbeats that I was not left to think anything properly.

Suddenly, I felt his hand on my thigh, and he grabs it tightly and used his other hand to make me fall a little backward, and before I could understand he managed to pull it to the other side using my flexibility.