Her Man His Woman

His Woman

She stood near the doorway, all drenched in rain. Her tears filled eyes kept on looking at him sleeping on the couch. She wanted to wake him up, but couldn't. Slowly she moved away from the door. As she neared her bedroom, she felt something tugging her from behind. She raised her eyes and looked behind. It was him. With a mischievous smile, he came towards her and dragged her rain drenched body towards him.

As his cool breath touched her shoulders, she started to shiver. He closed his arms around her body. The heat from his body melted the cold shivers in her.  Somehow, she felt a immensely secure in his arms. All of a sudden the equation between them changed. She felt her body blossoming under his touch. His fingertips kept felt like miniature bods of heat, shooting their energy pulses all inside her. She turned towards him and looked into his eyes. Nothing other than desire was burning in them. She felt beautiful and cherished. Love did not matter any more. Her body was craving for his touch, his pleasure. She opened up like a small bud trying to take in the first droplet of rain. 

Her Man

He saw her standing near the doorway, looking sad. The rains had brought a welcome break for him from all the hustle of life. He needed rest. But, her body was calling him with all its pleasures. His half closed eyes saw what his fully awake mind had not seen for long. He wanted her. Lust burst in his veins as his eyes travelled slowly over her wet body. 

Getting up from the couch, he tugged her towards him. As her body collided with his, he felt his heated skin cooling against her. He wrapped his arms around him to pull her closer. He did not want to lose the heat. It was his lifeline. He wanted to touch everything, her skin, her hair, her eyes, her lips. But, his hands followed their own mind. Her skin burned his fingertips as they traced and explored it. Small tingles of pleasure burst inside him, whenever her hands touched his skin. He wanted more. Suddenly she turned and looked at him. Not trying to mask his lust, he looked straight on. Her mesmerizing gaze shifted from one part to another, drenching him in desire.. He wanted release. Slowly he lowered her towards the couch and she opened her petals for him. 

The Union

As he entered her, she whispered his name. Binding him with her legs, she pressed on and on. She did not want him to stop. She wanted this to go on and on. He did not want to gather his senses now. He wanted this to go on and on. He pulled away and then pressed on. She raised her body to meet his thrusts. Every time her body met his rhythm, he felt control slipping away. Still he tried hard to restrain it. But, her commands kept on pulling him towards the edge. Finally, when every little sense slipped away from his mind, he gave in. Letting her body command his, he forgot about control and time. She felt him answering her rhythmic movements with fervour. Now, the pleasure was not his or hers but, theirs. As they pressed on to each other, they arched closer and closer. Disintegrating in the world of pleasure, they felt passion, age old or not, was theirs again. 



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