Their Dark Secrets

Intimacy

Agasthya Singh Chaudhary sat in his chair indulged in an important task since 30 minutes but neither he touched the files present in front of him nor he paid attention to the laptop that went in sleep mode due to inactivity. Well it's all because of a certain girl who was present in the room . She refused to give him attention and that made him mad very mad. She was watching the recipes of sweet delicacies from various states and he was sure she would emulate it in his sweets shop.

Amongst many other facets of her, Agasthya has marked his recent favourite. It's the Imlie that set his senses on flame .They have been sneaking all around the house, wifh him pulling her into dark corners and guest rooms. Swollen lips, messy hairs and unsatisfied desires had been their routine.He planned to change that today. It's time they take a step forward, and by no means was he a saint.

Agasthya stared at the woman sitting at the foot of the couch and began taking her in. She was in her customary night suit. The usual kurti and those baggy pants. But there was something special in today's. White in colour. Pure, untouched and unruffled. Like her soul and her essence. The dress reflected Imlie more than anything else.

Physically, it is also the reason behind his stares since a long time. The dress was thin, flimsy and stuck to Imlie in all the right places. It framed her shoulders delicately, it's deep round neckline suiting her perfectly. All Agasthya wanted to do, was to slowly push the sleeve down and kiss his way along her shoulders.

His gaze moved to her neck, and beneath. The steady rise and fall of her breath accentuating her collar bones and making him play peek-a-boo with the cleavage that disappeared beneath the dress. He gripped his chair tightly, controlling the dark, dominating monster inside him, begging to break forward and take the lady sitting. Take her to ecstasies and show her worlds, all the while, not letting her move from under him.

The monster wanted to see his marks, all over her neck to the seducing collar bone and hear her, hiss and moan as he gave them. It wanted to roam his hands all over her body, exploring the deepest corners and tasting her.  It wanted to see her bite her lip in anticipation as he traced his fingers along her legs, going inwards but missing the spot that she oh-so desperately will want him to touch. It wanted him make his way downwards, teaching her new sensations as he toyed with her extremely sensitive bundle of nerves, all wanton for his attention. It wanted him to dip his finger in her eager depths and explore her as she moaned his name, softly. It wanted him move with her, lip to lip, shoulder to shoulder, breast to breast, hip to hip and limb to limb. It wanted him to make her scream his name, between gasps and breaths, again and again and again, until...

Until both of them shatter together and hug each other, experiencing their highs and love each other, like there was no tomorrow.

Agasthya jumped out of thoughts, the sudden ping of her phone bringing him back to reality. He shook his head, desperately wishing the images to go away. His pants were beginning to get uncomfortably tight and he cleared his throat, swallowing the dryness.

His gaze roamed all around the room, trying to concentrate on random things willing for the hardness to go away and Agastya groaned as his eyes fell on Imlie once again. She was bent slightly forwards, her neckline hanging forward. This time, there was no peek-a-boo as the valley between her breasts came into his vision.

"Imlie.." he called out, hoping for her to sit straight but he clutched his chair harder, as she lifted her eyes from the same position and stared at him in anticipation. The dark monster in him screamed, wanting to be unleashed. He sighed loudly, realising that he was past the control line.

Clearing his throat, he decided that it was time for something new.

"Come to me, bar girl " he whispered, beckoning her with his finger, a little edge to his voice.