AryLie Drabbles (and Short O/Ss)

PHOBIA - PART 5

Aryan opened His eyes clearing the after shakes of the huge orgasm he had had, and searched for His Jungli.

There She was.

Aryan sighted Her, blissfully sitting and turning around on His revolving chair, one leg on top of another in an authoritative stance, fixing Him with a gaze of mock innocence and twirling His handkerchief and what looked like another satin red blindfold, Her gown flowing around Her in waves of pink.

"You Devil."

"Yesssss ???" Imlie responded with a full smile and arched Her eyebrows in question as Aryan sighed and smiled contentedly, both their faces reflecting a blissful aftermath.

"Gotcha 😎." Imlie said a little too smugly, sporting a stance of conquest, as Aryan felt around His palm and silently tore the satin bind away.

As Imlie turned around in His Chair, He zipped up and strode towards Her, and held the revolving Chair trapping Her with His arms, as She gasped and stared at His face, hovering right above hers.

"Exactly, You Devil. Got you.😎"

He placed his palms on the side of Her bosom and hoisted a startled Imlie up to His chest, and walked back to the sofa, Imlie holding onto Him by His neck, and Her feet dangling in the air.

He threw Her on the sofa as Imlie squealed in delight, and fell on top of Her, locking Her hands and legs.

Imlie watched contentedly as His eyes went from her favourite soothing brown to a dark, chocolatey, dangerous shade, as Aryan probed Her.

"What was that You did, You Devil ??"

Imlie burst out laughing - a sound that soothed Him and riled Him up all at once. He lost it as He held her firmly and began to blow raspberries onto whichever inch of skin his eyes could find, his beard tickling her in the process and amplifying Her laughter.

As Her laughter died down, He probed her again gently, nuzzling her face and neck : "Answer Me Jungli. What was that you just did ? And I did Not feel that You had any Phobia whatsoever at all !"

Imlie gazed at him with her eyes hooded, a deep crimson blush smearing her honey toned skin, and poking his cheek with her index finger, as She answered :

"Welllllll..... Woh .... that was just a white lie .... And am sorry for that .... but Sab tohar galti hai !!!! 😠"

Aryan chuckling : "Achha and how is that so ?"

Imlie : "Woh ... woh .... I just wanted ... to get Revenge on you .... You had been teasing me for the past 3 days !!! Besharam !! 😠"

Aryan laughed as He scooped Her closer : "And you think the Teasing will Stop now ? Oh we have an entire Lifetime, you brat. You are going to scream my name in pleasure, you just watch out Jungli. 😎"

Imlie scandalised : "Kaa ?? 😲 Akkadbaghe you can't do that ! After all, it was Lunch Hour !!!"

Aryan raised His brows up at that, as He trailed His palm down Her body, erupting goosebumps all over Her, and swiftly clutched and pressed her core through the gown : "Don't you think I need to have a taste at Dessert, then ??? 😎"

He drunk in Her startled gasp, as Imlie closed Her eyes in pleasure and clung onto Him.

Hmmm.

Maybe they should take it slow.

After all, He was a man who took pride in His patience.

This was going to be their own cat and mouse game of a Lifetime.

He looked at Her fondly as She glared at Him.

"I AM ARYAN SINGH RATHORE, Darling. And I will win this. 😎"

Imlie pouted with puppy eyes at Him in mock anger :
"So.... You want me to lose ??"

He held on to Her in a tight embrace, wiping away Her hair from Her face, as He whispered to Her : "Tumhaaraa Haar mein Aryan Singh Rathore ka Jeet nahin hain, Jungli.😊 Imlie from Pagdandiya is Not going to lose. Not Today. Not Ever. And certainly Not, with Me."

Imlie replied in a matching whisper, eyeing His lips : "Well, prove it then. 😈"

Aryan : "Sabr Karo Jungli. One Step at a time. And .... Challenge Accepted. 😎"

He took Her in a deep kiss as they melted into each other, as the Afternoon rolled past in a hazy blur.

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(To be continued.......)