Monsoon Affair (3)

Monsoon Affair (3)

Drops of water rattles on the window sill, shaking the metal bars and it gave the impression that the glasses will burst anytime soon as the cool atmosphere, provoked by the rain waft inside. The furious weather doesn't distract the lovers but gave them a sense of comfort in the soothing silence in the evening.

The light is dim and the ambiance is set. Varun lies on the floor with his hand running on her naked legs. gently caressing her feet, running the hands up and down. She sits unfazed, not expressing the slightest sensation in her naked posture on bed. She laughed: "Do you want to hear from me that you making me feel like the naked queen?" Huma reaches out for the cigarette pack and took a drag, thinking deeply, "I'd say that the cigarette is arousing me more than those hands."

Varun moved his eyes towards the roof, expressing an amused look and sucked Huma's toes. Ouch! She ruffled his hair, "What are you trying to do? Deprived of food and water today. My toe is giving you the juice of life to quench your thirst. I am amazed that you are so dehydrated."

He inched on the bed where he almost jumped on her and crashed the bed. Huma chided him, "Careful, dude. It's a very expensive bed and I have only one." Varun gaped at the voluptuous body, round and well toned curves that looks like a sculpture, made straight from a museum. He caressed her with care, kissing her belly like a child licking lolly pop which he didn't to finish. 

"I am hungry today," he said in awe.

"Should I call KFC for some mouth-watering chicken wings?"

He exuded an exuberant smile. "When life gives you lemon, what do you make of it? Of course, sex."

She threw her pillow on his face before breaking into a roaring laughter. "At this moment, all you are thinking is those philosophical bull shit. Sometimes, guys can't think beyond boobs and tits. Wanna have some milk," she told.

He caressed the upper part of her belly, exploring zones and pressed his finger on her stomach. She asks, "Are you planning to worship me? I am no Goddess and you'll find them only in temples."

Varun gently caressed her nipples and sucked them with passion, as she scratched his shoulders. Deep inside, he knew that Huma was the temple of love-making and never on earth, he would get such passionate intimacy. It was a moment that will stay with him forever. This is paradise on earth. They bite into each other's mouth voraciously as she rubs his face with her leg. Varun pulled his legs wide, which she closed and turned on the other side of the bed. "Catch me, if you can, baby, "Huma teased him.

He was lying flat on the bed and Huma almost pounced on him, walking on his body, pressed his chest with his hand. "I wanna kill you, boy. Who says that men should always be on top?"

Varun was short of breath and for one second, really thought that Huma has turned into a murderer. Her looks made him grew suspicious and started wondering what's this anti-climax she is provoking.

"What's your intention?" he asked. "I can sense darkness."

Huma smiled, "I need to test you before letting you taste the nectar of life. He hand slowly moved inside his underwear, caressing his cock with lusty eyes, pressing it while he roared in pain. "Are you feeling orgasmic pleasure which is better than sex?" she asked.

He wanted to move away from her. "The only thing I am asking is that my asser very personal and not orange juice that you want to squeeze."

She makes some naughty sign and says, "Pappu Pass Ho Gaya..."

Varun stood still like a robot, admiring her face with the expression that nothing matters most than love. He is already in love with her and tells, "You know, I don't want this moment to elapse and how I wish it would remain eternal."

Huma was getting irritated and pulls him towards her, "We will not always be together. Shut up and bounce."

Huma moaned with pleasure, clutching his head tightly with the power of her hands as he lies on top of her.