Taking advantage of that long passionate kiss, he sneakily twisted his hands in between The Pillow and massaged her velvety waist...
Her breathing increased...
His hands inched further up...

M: ahh.... vidu Mama...
(Breathing laboured, she broke the kiss)

K: yendi..iduvum..kanavule mattum...viduviya?
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M: aama...
(soft mumble)

Laughing at getting caught, he reluctantly withdrew his hands and hugged her instead, well with his Arch Nemesis, The Pillow still between them.

K: appadiya? Hmm...

M : hmm....

Laughing still, he kissed her cute nose above her cute little puckering lips and noticed a change in her...

She was lost in her own world....
Her eyes were searching...
He lips smiling...
The back of hands graced the ticklish chest hair dusted over his warm firm chest...

Though her eyes were casted down,
He could read her mind....
He could sense her want...
He realised her shyness to do what she wanted to do......

She wanted to touch him...
She wanted to kiss him...
She wanted to feel him on her...
Those butterfly fingers were afraid to touch him...it was tracing him timidly...

She shouldn't doubt her rights on him...
No!
She shouldn't ...

He is hers...
All of him...
In and Out
Every single inch of him...
His Heart...
His Soul...
His Body...
Everything!
Everything belongs to her
She is the only woman who has the right to touch him...see him...kiss him...in every way possible...

In order to ebb away her hesitancy, he lifted her unsure hands to his lips....
Kissed the middle of her palm and place it both flat on his chest...

She gave him a surprised look and immediately pulled her hands freaked out...
He pulled it back and placed it to where it belonged, on him...

Having her hands on him, the grip on the pillow went loose and he slowly pulled away...she didn't resist...she allowed it...

That was a moment of victory for him...
Finally he managed to separate it her from
His Substitute...
His Arch Nemesis...
The Pillow...

While he was doing a victory dance in his head, she was engrossed with something else.
Him!
NOT The Pillow!
She loved the way HE felt under her soft hands.

As if by instinct, the moment there was no barrier between them, she glued herself to him.
It felt familiar when their body touched....
There was a jolt of electricity...
A wave of pleasure washed over her....

She Burned...
He Rejoiced...

One in Hell of Sweet Torture...
Another in Heaven of Agonising Desire...

He plunged his head in the crook of her neck...breathing her in...
She enjoyed having him so close to her...
Her hands touched his chest....
Those little fingers were exploring the taut muscles under the warm skin...
Those soft pads were inquisitive over his pecks that are always hidden under his shirt...
Those palms went flat over his strong abs just above his pants; he sucked in a sharp breath...
Then her curiosity piqued and moved to his strong back...continued her exploration with almost childlike in their query, it felt remarkably good and the man in him rejoiced.
He decided to let her to have her moment with him...without intruding by touching her instead...that can come later...

A tiny voice came from his chest...

M: Mama...

He hummed in her neck...

K: hmm?

Finally that tiny voice faced him...

M: eppadi vandiye?

He too looked at the owner of that tiny voice...a very beautiful owner who owns him too...

K: 'nee vaa mama'nu sonniya....athaan.. vanthuthen..

That earned a lovely giggle from her. She was delighted to hear him say that.

M: yen elupule?

K: hmm...naa elupuneh di...nee thaan kanavu nenechithu kanneh torekeleh...

M: athu...athu..

A wisp of wind blew in their room and she shivered.

K: ey...kuluruda...iru...

He slowly came out of her embrace and noticed she immediately covered her front with her hands, smiling he continued to look for the blanket at the foot of the bed.

The blanket was right at her feet; he carefully lifted them and pulled the blanket out.

M: ayo mama?! enna paneringge....kallu lam...?

K: onnum illeh di...poruve un kale keeleh irundichi athaan..

M: sollirenda naa kaal ethurpen leh...neenge yen...hmmm

He brushed off her concerns while spreading the blanket open and pulled it up her gently...his fingers grazing along her...
Feet...
Knees...
Thighs...
Hips...

His fingers itched to touch her loose petticoat ...
He wanted to pull it the opposite direction...
Down...

His control quaking, he gripped her waist, squeezed, as if to stop him from ripping her petticoat off and devouring her...
He tried looking into her eyes; they were closed, her beautiful, black thick eyelashes fanning her crimson cheeks, her pink lips swollen from his kisses...

Not a word was uttered between them...
She felt if hand on her hip...pushing her to lie on her back...
She obliged..

The blanket didn't make it up to her...
Because...
There was a change in the plan...
His hands changed their mind...
Letting go of the blanket...
They held the petticoat instead...

Right at that moment...
Her eyes opened...
She put her hand on his...halting his actions...
His eyes met hers...
He waited with anticipated breath for her to interpret his want...hoping that she won't deny him this...
He waited for her to give herself to him...wanting her complete surrender....
She saw his palpable need for her...

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Approval Given...
Her hand over his....moved...
Together they crossed over her bosom...

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Approval Received...
He let out a relieved sigh...
His hand shivered...
Fingers trembled...

He gently kissed below her navel before lifted her hips to pull The Petticoat down...
Each kisses along her thighs...knees ...ankles.... Feet...toes...even the soles of her feet... nearly killed her with scorching fire....
Her mewls were music to his ears....

Oh, the slow torture!

Her Fingers dug into the back of her arms...
Her Body squirmed at his feathery touch...
Her Eyes closed relishing every second...

The Petticoat did make it to her feet...together with the blanket...finally!

K: Mullai...

She heard him whispering above her while kissing her hands, crossed above her...pulling it away...

M: mmm...

She opened her eyes...

The stark emotions across his face, the primal hunger, the raw desire all were reflected in his eyes and she basked in it, as a woman, albeit scared of the unknown. Unable to hold his gaze...she looked away shyly, but not before, he held her chin in his hand and told her in a deep, husky voice

K: alagha iruke di...

She shivered, this time not out of chilled air but his heated gaze.

TBC