Unspoken Past (Completed)

All Consumed By His Passionate Love

Sid carried her up to the room. They entered the room and he kicked the door closed with his foot. He made her stand on her feet in the middle of the room and stood beside her. The room was lit with candles everywhere. Sana got emotional with the effort he had put for their first date. The bed was spread out for them to explore each other. There was a big plate with petals of roses kept on the side table. The fragrance in the room made her feel dizzy.
She turned towards him. He did not touch her. But she read the need on his face. She knew she will have to lead now. Slowly, her eyes not leaving his, she slipped down the kaftan. She had worn a knee length flimsy slip with deep neck under the kaftan. It had a tiny small button in the front. She removed the buttons. She had a white bra of thin fabric under the slip. Sid watched as she revealed one perfect milky- white breast and then the other, feeling himself grow harder. He had waited for this moment, for her to come to him, because if she doesn't he would die of longing. And yet it was not as he had expected. The action which ought to have felt as forward seemed so unpractised. Her big doe eyes, so wide and questioning. She seemed so innocent. But was she?? No she cannot be. Not in this generation. And he had no right to mind. It was her life and her decision. But he felt angry at the thought of someone touching her. She was his. Was she?? He pushed the thought away. She reached her arm behind her back to try to undo the hook of her bra and he was mesmerized by the sight of her full breast rising beneath the sapphire. Moving, he reached behind her and clasped his hand around her wrist. Impatient with her fumbling, he guided her hand to her sides. Pulling her backward towards him, he placed his fingers on the dip of her waist. He traced her perfect waist and moved upwards, stopping tormentingly at the underside of her full swollen breast. He bend down to taste the skin on the side of her neck just below the sapphire, feeling her shudder.
Sid: You like that?? Yes?? Bol Sana... Do you like this...
Sana: Siddharth.... Please..
Sid: Nahi muje sunna hai. Do you like this or not??
Sana: Yesss.
Sid: Good
She could hear hunger and smile from his voice. He moved in front of her and dipped his head, his mouth caressing her neck, sending shock wave of pleasure around her body. She moaned with pleasure, which was new to her. She liked imagining just where he might trail his hands and lips next. She was too consumed with need and she gave a loud cry of hunger. She wanted to look at him. Look at the hungry desire in his eyes for her. Clasping his head in her hands, she ran her fingers through the thickness of his dark hair, directing him upwards, kissing him full on the lips, a kiss that told him she was his. However much she knew she cannot be his, she wanted it to be. She knew it was goodbye in the matter of few days and she needed to savour every second of it. She had parched for him for nine years, this had to see her through eternity.
While she was distracted, he freed her bra and let it fall to the floor, the trouser and panties followed the bra. He stepped behind and stood back to observe her unashamedly. She felt absurdly shy, stark naked before him, except for the necklace. She did not want anyone to look at her, the way he was looking at her now.
Sana: Siddharth mat dekh muje aise.
He stood folding his hand to his chest, enjoy her discomfort.
Sid: Kyu??
Sana: Siddharth....
Sid: Pehle bata muje Sana. Nahi to na mai yaha se hilunga aur na tuje hilne dunga. Bas aise he dekhte khada rahunga. And I'm already enjoying it.
Sana: Siddharth kya hai yeh. Mat kar na aise.
Sid: Pehle bata kyu na dekhu tuje mai.
Sana: Kyuki muje sharam aati hai tujse.
He stepped forward, snaking one hand on her waist and the other beneath her bottom, lifting her into his arms. He held her to his heart, looking at her with fire in his eyes.
Sid: Tune puccha tha na tu kaisi lag rahi the?? Pata nhi kaha se laya itna control maine. I wanted to fuck you in that damn car. You make me crazy. And I'm going crazy now. You were looking bewitching then and you are looking breathtaking now.
He walked and slowly lowered her down onto the bed. She knew what was coming now. Wasn't she supposed to be nervous about the moment. But she felt nothing. Only the overwhelming desire to have him naked besides her. She rolled over and kneeled up on the bed, tugging out his shirt, she unbuttoned it, with shaking fingers and pushed the shirt away off his shoulder removing it. She threw it on the floor where her clothes lay in a heap. His trouser followed next. The sight of his body made her shiver. He was beautiful. Tentatively, she reached out one hand to run her fingers over his hard broad chest. He threw back his head in abandon. Such an image of his surrender, made her delighted. His muscles were hard and the veins in his arms looked virile. She was mesmerized looking at his magnificent body. Sana then dropped her eyes and his arousal beneath his underwear fascinated in a way she had never anticipated. She wanted to touch it, stroke it, caress it. But just as she began to slowly brush her hand forward along his thigh, he caught her hand.
Sid: Nahi baby, itni jaldi nhi. I'm too damn excited. Shuru hone se pehle he khatam ho jaayega. Please.... Be patient with me darling...
He whispered in her ears. His voice full of pain and want. She nodded. He removed his underwear and slipped on top of her and finally cupped her one breast, so expertly that she arched her back and cried out his name loudly. He brought his mouth and flicked with his tongue across it's peak. Suckling and biting it. Sana was caught between the want to watch him and the need to close her eyes tightly in order to feel the sensation. Her eyes darkened in pleasure. Just as she was feeling she might explode from the pleasure of it all, he slipped his hand lower, meeting her warmth. She cried out his name aloud. She thought she might go crazy with want now.
Sana: Make love to me Siddharth. Please.... Please...
The second the sentence was out of her mouth her eyes flew open. Her inexperience suddenly making her doubt her statement. But he had already moved on top of her in answer, his knee parting her thighs, deliciously and slowly. She had a vague notion of him slipping a condom. Protecting himself from the tension of getting her pregnant. What if she could have his baby?? She pushed the unimaginable thought away.
Sana: Siddharth please na baby. Jaldi kar.
He growled in satisfaction at her need and urgency to have him. In one magnificent stroke he was inside her. There was only one moment of resistance. His length was too hard and her own body was too ready for him. But the look of him, as he froze above her was more painful.
He knows. Of course he knows. How can he not?? How can he think otherwise. He was an experienced lover, but she was not. She had waited. Unknowingly waited. For one second she felt sure that he was going to withdraw, that he had no desire to make love to an inexperienced virgin. She held her breath, her eyes searching his face. She saw that what was written on his face was not disgust but disbelief. Disbelief. But why?? Doesn't he know her?? Doesn't he know the intensity of her love for him. Desire and want overshadowed all her thought. And then she wriggled her bottom, taking him deeper inside her, the question in his eyes was replaced with the flaming hunger and he began to match her movement, rocking slowly backwards and forwards
His eyes never left hers. It felt even more intimate. More then the action of their bodies. Sana felt she would die from this sensation. He moved so steadily inside her, with such unashamed and unabashed pleasure, that seeing the expression on his face alone had her moving nearer to the edge, as if she was up on a ladder and was about to fly. He was whispering caresses under his breath and her nipples grazed his chest. She could hear short, raspy sexy breath issuing from his mouth. She can hardly recognise her own voice. Growing faster and shallower. Then his hand reach down and moulded her more perfectly to him. And it happened. The pulse in every muscle quickened and threw her over the edge. And then she flew in the sky from the upmost step of the ladder. On the other side, she could hear the calling of her name, by the primal sound of Sid, as he reached his own peak, when he rode home, with his final thrust. He lay there to catch his breath after removing the condom. He did rather die then not thrust into her one more time. He thought, pushed her on her back and plugged into her one more time. This unexpected action of his made her shiver at first and then she too started moving upward to meet him in the midst. They were looking at each other with so much of love and passion that Sid felt tears form at the back of his eyes. He gave a final thrust spilling his beans into her. Not realising he has not worn a condom. He lay between her breast exhausted. Sana had put her arms around stroking his back. She lay satisfied, but still hungry for more.