Puthir 9

****That Morning Incident****

She was walking towards their room, towelling her hair along the way and that's when she was pulled into their secret hideout.

Panicked, she shrieked, only to be kissed by a familiar pair of lips. She was surprised but she understood what's happening, smiling she pushed him and bit his cheeks.

'ippeh thaan yenn nyabagam vandecha?...hmm?'

'Ey..unne eppeh di marenthen?..', he whispered while breathing in her freshly showered wet hair.

Burying his face in her damp neck felt heavenly.

Being wrapped in his warmth around her, she was home.

Few drops of tears decided to escape her lids to meet his heart.

' Mullai... Ey... Athaan vanthuthenleh...', he understood those tears.

' Aama.. Inthe maari vanthuthu.. vanthuthu porethe velaya pochi unggelku ippelam...' she pulled him closer, as if its possible.

'hmm.. Innum konjum naal thaan di...', tried to pacify her, while kissing her neck.

Pushed him lightly to look at his face, and as she expected.. he looked horrible.

'hmm.. Sapthinggela? Thoongeninggela?'

'adelam sapthen... thoongenen..', he answered avoiding her eyes.

'enne paathu sollungge...', she grabbed his face with both her hands and looked into his eyes, only to have his eyes closed.

'kanne thorenthu enne paarengge....'

'Mullai...yendi? ...hmm tea kudichen di.. Aprem raathiri, konjum neram thoongenen.... Poduma...', he couldn't lie to her.. even if he did, she would find out the truth, so what's the point to lie in the first place.

'Tea?!.. Athu mattum poduma?!', she was infuriated.

'kattadeh di.. Velileh ketere podhu... Aprem inggeyum thede vandervangge...'

She looked around and sighed. He was right though.

'seri... tea mattum poduma?..' she whispered angrily.

He laughed at her cuteness.

'sirikadingge!...sollungge...'

'illeh.. Tea mattum pattaduh'thaan...', told looking right into her eyes.

'hmm seri vaange, modeleh sapadengge..', she was about to pull him out of the room to get him something to eat.

He refused to budge, pulled her into his arms again.

' Sapdeh vaange...'

'Seri... Aana.. Angge vendam..', pulled down her saree and crushed their chest together.

She stood speechless.

Understood what he meant... what he wanted...

'Yengge... Athu...Ippeh..'

'Ippeh.. Nee podhum... Vere onnum venah...', he completed her line.

'Aana...'

'Aana...? Vendama?', he kissed the inside of her wrist and placed it on his shirt.

Her eyes darkened.

He continued to kiss her everywhere... sweet torture it was as he was avoiding her lips.

'Mama...' she moaned as his hands caressed her exposed waist and his teeth marked the soft mound peeking above her blouse.

Hugging him she gave in to his wishes, in their little hideout.

It was dark, all the windows were closed, the doors latched.

It gave them the privacy they needed, be it under the bright daylight or in a silver moonlit night.

Surely there were moments of unexpected privacy along these years that they cherished but its rare and a thing people say 'once in a blue moon'.

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No matter what colour the moon was on any other day, they have their, secret hideout..

For them..
Just to talk..
Just to hug..
Just to be Kathir and Mullai..
Just to be Poriki and Chellama..
Just for moments like this..

' Chellama...', he missed her so much as he was away for a whole week continuesly this time round.

He came home that morning and saw her walking like an angel with that light blue saree, sun shining on her freshly showered skin, hair still damp with that little lucky droplets of water and with a smile on her face while towelling her hair....

Everything just made him want to pull her into their love room, the secret hideout and kiss her..hug her.. breath her..

She missed him too, he has been away most of the time constantly like this for pass few months.

Whenever he is home, she let him spend most of his time with the children, they miss him too.

Then, the little time left for them often spend sleeping in each others arms and he will be gone next morning, not knowing when he will be back next.

When he pulled her to their secret hideout and kissed her,
hungry for her...
craving her...
wanting her...

She couldn't deny him..
She wouldn't deny him..

Her wishes are mutual..

She craves and wants him too..

All of him.
Not just a kiss.
Not just a hug.
Him.
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HIM.

So that's what she told him with that innocent doey eyes of hers.

Her fingers fumbled with his shirt buttons and pushed it open but stopped him when he wants to remove it.

'Venah.. Irekathum..', she whispered while pulling him by the shirt.

He had wide cheeky smile on his face the whole time while removing her saree and unhooking the front of her blouse.

Little did he know, there was more surprise when he was finally done with the unhooking.

He stood there mouth open agape.

She was confused, what happened to him?
Its not the first time he sees her like this.
What's wrong with him?

'Mama... Ennachi... Yen?'

'Athu.. Nee yen...? Ulleh...'

Oh! Now she understood.
She smiled at his adorable confused and surprised face.

'Athuva.. Hmm.. Inthe blouse'ku athu theve illeh, Mama.. ',  she explained.

Well, less one to remove.
Who was he to complain?
The worshipping continues from her bosom to her waist.

He went on his knees and looked up to her while kissing her stomach.

She sucked in at his kisses, knowing where this is leading.

Ran his hands up along her legs, pushing her inner skirt up together in the process.
Kissing her soft thighs he looked up with a naughty glint.

Stroked his hair lovingly and pulled him closer to where she wanted him most.

With such encouragement, he continued to kiss and blow hot air along her inner thighs, then things got a little naughtier in his head where he decided to pull her skirt, over his head, hiding his face between her legs in her skirt.

She felt his little bites and kisses where only his lips and teeth are allowed to venture.

Those wicked fingers of his, removed the barrier so that they could play with her better.

She looked down at his shenanigans and moaned louder, only he could turn their quickies into sweet erotic bits.

Hidden under her skirt,
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he did everything perfectly right,
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just as she likes,
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and that's when he felt her weakening.

Her legs couldn't stand straight, she shook and whimpered.

Automatically he hooked her right thigh over his shoulder to support her and selfishly for better access for him.

Moments like this she understood why he talked less, gone were the days where she teased him about why God gave him mouth when he hardly speaks...

Moments likes this she is thankful for that hardly talking mouth..

Moments like this she realises the true purpose of his mouth for her..

He is a package of wonder..
His eyes spoke what his mouth should...
And..
His mouth...
Those lips...
That tongue...

Spoke a whole different language only her body understands...
Only for her...
Only..
Her..

She bit her lips to stifle her moans.

What he did next just threw her out of her skin.

He hooked her other thigh over his shoulder too.

With back leaned on the wall...
Both legs over his shoulders..
Tip of her already curled toes touching the ground..barely
Her entire weight on his shoulders now..
It didn't seem to bother him..
She held to the table beside for support..

Face flushed...

Chest heaving...

Looking down at her wicked husband..

'Mama..'
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She grabbed his head over her skirt.
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'Va....' she whispered..
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Words came out in between harsh breath..

He didn't hear her...
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He was lost...
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in tasting her..
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in pleasuring her..

'Mama....
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' mmmmm', he answered.
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His affirmation, vibrated within her..
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Unlocking all the locked up pleasure in her...
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Those vibration sent spams to her nerves..
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Hitting all the sweet spots...
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Time after time...
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He never fail to assure her...
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It's possible to feel fireworks...
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With eyes closed....
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she saw....
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she felt...
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she heard...
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FIREWORKS....
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He finally came up with a boyish crooked smile on his face..

She swayed a little off balance, he got her by the waist and held her straight...

He loves to see that look on her face..

That.. 'I don't know what happened, but I love every single moment of it, whatever it was' look..

He kissed her lids...

Slowly opening her eyes...

She saw him...

The look on his face was maddening..

Her eyes went to his mouth...

It was damp..

His beard was sticking flat to the chin...

She felt the moisture...on it..

Knowing what it was just made her blush darker..

She kissed him hard, tasting her on him just put her in a whirlpool.

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Untied her skirt,
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Let it pool at their feet..

Then,
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She..
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Felt him..
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Stroked him..

He was..
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Warm..
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Pulsating...
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For her..

He bit her to mask his moans..

He was about to lay her on the table beside them..

She stopped him...

He was confused..

'Yen?'

She hooked both her arms around his neck and whispered, 'Ippadiyeh... Mama'

In a jiffy he carried and she wrapped her legs around him.

Pinned her against the wall with his weight.

Both of their
moans..
groans...
whimpers...
and..
whispers were muffled by their kisses..

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After a while both of them came out of their hideout, with a silly smile on their faces.

She had to walk back slowly to have another shower, which he offered to give a hand.

She knocked his head for that suggestion when he knows it's impossible with a house full of people in daytime and also for implanting that idea now.

He knows how much she enjoys their shower romps, which they made it possible late nights after everyone was asleep.

****The Morning Incident Ends****

(Author's Note:
Again this is a continuation from Puthir 8.

Puthir 9
***Where is this Secret Hideout?
***Where did he go all the time?

I may have slipped the answer it somewhere in this chapter... Or the ones before this..

I think I had...

Guess all you want...

I won't change the answer if you got right..

I m not like that....

I will be the happiest if once I reveal the answer, and you go 'Yes! I was right'

But for that, you gotta wait...
Or find the clues...
Or maybe the answer is already there.

I keep on telling...
I m not that hard to predict...
I m pretty straightforward... In a confusing way...

Enjoy reading...

Oh.. And everything will eventually make sense...

Trust me..)