Where Have You Been All My Life

69|The Trio

His grin reached his ears when she stepped down the table and sat in his lap, leaving her legs hanging on either side of him, making the still adorable moment a bit too passionate that he could not help but bent, tasting her lips that savored masala. Ringing her hands around him, she has nuzzled the cave of his neck, making him giggle while roaming his hands on her back, gruffly asking her not to let him lose his control in the living room. Her titter tickled the hardness on his throat as he felt it dried out ensuing to the heat she was giving him. "Jaan..." That would definitely earn her attention, for the way his call coursed through her long loose tendrils as his fingers tickled past her waist.

She parted, giving a tad space for him to breathe before leaning over, sketching the sharp features of his face. "You know how cute you're! Kha jaaun aapko? Aise..." She hissed biting his cheek.
[May I eat you? Like this,]

He snickered, feeling her teeth sinking softly into his flesh, making him feel on edges as it made him feel that she was just nipping past, pleasuring him in a way that she has never done, on his face apparently! "What're you doing, Pagal!" He blushed while she looked on mesmerized at the way his cheeks went crimson. Her husband normally would not prefer to maintain the clean-shaven appearance but today, he did have the most handsome features, visible and drool-worthy. His lips as tempting as always when he bit the lower one and flashed a lopsided smile, which still has the power to make her go weak on her knees. Truly, his mere presence was enough to succumb her.

"Nowadays you look much younger, Raman." She whispered dreamily And he raised his eyebrows to confirm the compliment.

"Sachchi?"
[Really?]

She bore his gaze for a trice before ruffling his hair and leaving her lips linger on his forehead. "Hmm... I love you." She hummed resting the side of her face on his, kissing the edge of his lips in turn.

"Let's go sleep." He suggested and picked her up in his arms.

While walking towards the washbowl, he could not help reminisce the first time he had her in his arms, of the same situation but a different reason. She did make him comfortable and soothed him even when they were impassioned. He thought before urging her to open the tap, she has made him wash his mouth, and hers while having circled her one hand around his neck. "How could you be comfortable with me back then Ishita? We were not good. Now I feel like, it was too fast for us to move on...when we were not...good!" He wondered making her look at him quizzically. "Did I rush it?" He doubted.

"What bak-was!" She dismissed the talk while he was walking upstairs. "I loved you, Raman. In fact, I was waiting for you. Stop breaking your brain thinking too much. Sometimes oldie and sometimes such unreasonable doubts!" She grunted in his earlobe, by then he reached their bedroom and placed her gently in the bed.

"Don't broach unnecessary topics, madrasan. Main buddha nahi hoon!" He groused turning off the light while she pulled over the duvet, watching him trying to make his place beside her.
[I'm not old]

"Oyyooo...see who's talking!" She looked on amazed when he made her keep her head on his arm and kept his chin on her head, cuddling her tight.

"Shut up and sleep, Ishita!" He shushed her only to see her breaking apart and looking at him. "Now what?" He chuckled. "Haan hoon main Buddha, meri maa! Ab toh mujhe sone doh!" He expressed mock frustration, making her giggle.
[Yes, I'm old. Now let me sleep!]