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"Anuj!?"
He smirks slyly. His cockiness clearly written in his eyes.
He approaches me slowly and steadily.
We are at the Shah house in my old room nobody uses anymore.
It is still however looked after.
"Anuj what are you doing here?".
"My dear. To take revenge".
His steps following one foot after the other. I squeeze the pillow in my hand. Half my conscience asking myself what revenge he is referring to, it might maybe be because I did not make him breakfast this morning but half my conscience tells me he wants something. And he knows he can't wait and carry on any longer without it.
My lips. My touch. My whispers. My laugh. My body.
But it's only been a minute!?
Couldn't he wait till we got home?
And then I remember.
Home.
A similar saga with the pillow. I needed one rested beside him on the bed.
Walking towards his rested body against the bed board, it patched a dry bulge on his throat. I saw it moving. His eyes fell on along with mine as I neared him closer and closer to his slightly parted lips.
He awaited my peck only to discover I have held beside him a pillow and that after all, I was just walking to go get it.
Not to kiss his salivating lips.
My eyes betray me as realization hit me.
My cheeks brighten with embarrassment.
This isn't the time. Or the place.
"Anuj". He does a quick scrutiny for any eavesdropping but discovers none.
It's only us.
And us is not a good combination at this exact second.
I need to leave this room..
"Where do you think you are going?"
"Downstairs. I need to give this to Kinjal. She needs it to sit comfortably since she is pregnant". I find it only appreciative to elaborate but it is to only buy time.
"I know that. But she can wait a few minutes"
"Minutes?" I voice my thought out loud.
"And you've already wasted some. Do you want to keep everyone waiting?"
He naughtily puts it.
I motion my head in disagreement.
He uprutly turns me, my back resting on his chest.
"A minute..."
He whispers in my ear.
"But Anuj..."
I smile. "Fine. A minute. That's all".
"Okay. But I can't promise."
"Anuj...!!"
I hit with my shoulder, at his abs, not that he felt it but he winces and chuckle causing me to chuckle too.
I know he is capable.
It can take more than a minute...
"Sorry..." Accompanied by a hard squeeze over my prudent breasts. His shallow and slow breathing on my neck.
He turns me to face him. Without much as leaving a single space between us. He gets a hold of my waist. My hands rest peacefully on his shoulders, chained around his neck.
I have full dominance.
He slightly picks me off my feet till I stand on my toes.
His lips land on mine.
Now look who was salivating all along.
His soft twirls, soft moans and slight digging of his fingertips on my waist.
My fingers peeking in his hair. Ruffling it a little. He'll definitely need to brush and comb again.
I push him slightly to deepen the kiss, utilizing my full advantage on this compromising position.
He obliges and deepens his twirls. His hand circling on my back.
We both let go, breathless.
We listen attentively to our breaths on each other.
Eyes closed I can sense he does not want to let go, neither am I prepared to.
We slightly brush lips against each other with his wet off my saliva and so are mine off his.
He pushes me closer to his embrace. I kiss his neck, eyes still closed. His head rests near my ear, lips pressing and nibbling my earlobe.
I hold a little longer onto him.
This is the third attempt at trying to gently push me off because I was initially the one rooting for a minute makeout session, now two minutes have passed.
I just... I don't know what I want.
"Anu..." He calls out, softly.
I don't respond.
"One last time and you'll let go".
My heart jumps in excitement.
I immediately pull my head back over to his lips. He smiles in between the kiss at the flash at which I responded.
He kisses me much more harmonically and passionately.
This time around it's different. He is pouring himself to me. So much so that I do not miss him much after it's over.
I feel a little saddened but at the same time I don't have much care in the world. As long as I get to taste him. It's more than enough.
