SEX IS HIGHLY OVERRATED... OR IS IT????

The Heat is on....

Hi guys, hope you like this new chapter.
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Harsh's POV
Moving in together was something we desperately wanted. We both couldn't keep our hands off each other and all the stolen kisses and make out sessions in the office, the car or her apartment corridor was just not helping. We were not teenagers. All this snooping around was wreaking a havoc with our libido. But what could we do, we were both from typical Indian families and they just couldn't swallow the concept of staying together before we tied the knot. On top of this Jee was trying my patience with her seduction game. It took me some time to realize that the 'accidental' brushing of our body parts, her new sexy wardrobe, and her steamy glances, not to forget her sexy voice on phone, were all part of her strategy to make me lose control. Of course I was enjoying it but my balls were turning blue.

I needed her so bad. It was just beyond words. Finally I had an idea. Ha ha, she was gonna love this.
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Jeeva's POV
It was a Sunday and Harsh had asked me to get ready early. Kochin traffic was always a nightmare. Apparently he wanted to go on a small trip and return back by evening so he had to avoid the traffic blocks.
I was excited. He was losing it. We both were so horny we couldn't keep our hands off each other. A trip,in this scenario was going to be very promising.
Waking up early in the morning and having a bath was not such a great experience, especially when the heater doesn't work. I was freezing my ass off by the time I came out of the shower. But I was damn sure I didn't want to put him off with my body odor, that would kill the heat. The new body wash and shampoo I got from Bodyshop smelled delicious and I hope he loved it too.
The new pair of custom made lingerie that I had got from a designer friend was totally getting inaugurated today. I hope it gets him going crazy. It was a dark red crotchless two piece strategically transparent to tantalize.
I never knew that seduction would be so much fun.
Next I had to drape my new saree. The best part about a saree is that it looks so respectable but inside the confines of a vehicle it can be made to look really sexy. It was not an easy job to do that, but I liked it better than seeming obvious with something western which I am sure he expects me to wear.
I don't want anyone except him to 'see' me I guess.
I decided to leave my hair open. It was pretty long and would keep the extremely exposed back of my blouse covered till I want him to see it. Again, only for his eyes.
Minimal make up, just some kaajal for my eyes and some gloss.
By the time I was ready Harsh was waiting downstairs. He refused to come up saying that it he wouldn't let me leave the apartment if he did come up.
It was raining heavily when I reached downstairs. Harsh was waiting at the reception with an umbrella. One look at me and his face lit up with a smile. It was melting my heart. But then he looked at my attire and he looked confused.
"Darling, when it comes to you I always know thing are not how it seems. A sari was not what I expected, but we both know you are a siren in disguise."
"Harsh, a sari is the most respectable and authentic Indian attire. You just don't trust me do you..."
"Oh I trust you my dear, with my heart. But you are a devious, torturing woman."
His comment send me into a fit of giggles. He was right. I had huge plans.
We walked to the car with me on his left. Apparently he had to park the car outside the apartment complex as the security guard who was new didn't recognize him.
It was almost 5.30 in the morning and the sun was just rising in the east. It was still dark, and the heavy rain didn't help. As soon as we stepped out under the umbrella I realized I should have got mine too. My arms were getting wet. Seeing this Harsh held me closer to him by my waist.
For a moment I forgot to breath. His hands on my bare midriff drove me to distraction. He laughed into my ears. "Now you are just were I want you."
The heat of his breath on my face and the warmth of his palms just below my breast were my blouse ends against the cold of the rain. It was havoc on my senses. A sensual overload. I just wanted to jump his bones right now.
As we were walking to the car, I tried to calm myself. I was finally getting to breath regularly when I noticed his fingers starting to climb up sometimes. Slowly but surely his fingertips were grazing my nipples. I couldn't hold it in anymore.
"Harsh!!!"
I looked at him with desperation. That devilish smile on his face told me that he was just getting started.
"The beauty of the sari. Don't look at me like that. When you do I feel so naughty and I just have to do this."
With that he gave my puckered nipples a light pinch. Thank god there was no one on the street. I almost tripped and fell. But thankfully he caught me before I did, but this time he held me with me entire breast cupped in his hands.
Holding me upright closer to his chest he looked down at me. He was not unaffected. The heat in his eyes were drowning me.
"If I continue this we are never gonna leave this street. I just want to shove you against that wall and suckle on that beautiful breast of yours. I am barely holding myself together."
He pulled me towards him, his hand leaving my breast back on my midriff, and before I could take my breath he stole it in a short searing kiss.
"Hopefully that will keep your mind from more plotting till we reach the car Jee.."
With a smirk on his face he ushered me to his car.
My mind was just frozen. The image of him pushing me against the wall as he bared my breast and suckled at it kept overloading my mind.
The rest of the way Harsh was a gentleman, just barely. His hand holding he umbrella was white with the pressure. He was struggling to calm himself.
Thankfully we reached his car. As usual he opened my doors for me, ensured I was comfortable inside before he walked over to the other side opened the door and got in.
And then the rain just reduced in intensity till it almost stopped.
"Now, that's what you call good fortune."
Harsh said with a smile as he started the car. Well, I hope he still says the same by the end of the ride... Now I really am starting to feel like a siren..
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Authors note:
To be really honest I had no plans of updating so soon. But as soon as I saw all the messages, the votes, I was overwhelmed. My husband who unlike most Indian guys is pretty supportive of this work of mine egged me on to compelete another chapter. So here's the update thanks to all of u.
Bring in the love guys, it helps motivate me to write more.
See you as soon as I can.. :)