This is the tenth call that died unanswered. Hope he sees the ten missed calls and senses how worked up I am waiting all day. It was supposed to be our day, to take a road trip just so I could sleep on his shoulders, walk lazily wherever I woke at, making memories, teasing him with my cute snores, running off to someplace with no people in sight, kissing like teenagers who just got their hands on each other…. But the cosmos has to conspire to drag him to work before I woke up. Having taken the day off already, I had a lot of time to kill. Naturally I reread all my favourite scenes with slow music beating all day. Very very bad decision. Now I am frustrated and anxious for the evening. He would be driving back from work, would take sometime. But can’t help thinking if he is silently checking his phone. Resigned I head for the shower. As the hot water skims down my body, I start fantasizing how steamy it would be if my boy is behind me now. The warm air current escaping the room feels like someone breathing down the neck. As I wrap the towel around me, I hear the door click. It’s him for sure. As I reach for the bathroom door, it is yanked open and there he stands. The tired face after a long day, shirt peeking out of the pants, hair all messed up, coffee stains on his shirt… he looks like he would hit the bed any moment. But there is that big smile as he looks at me, the smile I have come to know over the years. With a deep breath he steps near me and pulls me into the shower with him. I know he would have me on the walls right now. “I am not touching you before you bath”, I say, though it is intoxicating to stand near him. I would trade anything to be in the shower with him now, but he needs food first. He looked so drained. Today has been really hormonal, I craved for him like a fish starving for water. As I finish cooking, I feel those long fingers wrapping around my waist, turning me around. As the fingers slippped off my skin, I felt shivers running. He is naked except for a towel around his hip. I want to give it a tug, but stay totally still. He doesn’t let my eyes wander around his water dripping body. I can feel the warmth of the skin after the shower. He quickly picks me up and places me on the kitchen table, as he turns and walks away to the fridge. I have the urge to jump on him and start kissing every inch of his body. He returns with a heart shaped box and asks me to unwrap it.
He looks down me with passion, fingers tapping impatiently as I fumble to unwrap it over his unwavering attention on me. The lid is sealed tight, and I take my time to open it. I find little chocolates that are semi frozen. Probably put in the refridgerator before he came to the bathroom. They are covered in small transparent wrappers, and looked as if the chocolate would flow out of it if not for their gummy stickness. I think I have an idea of what is to come. I look at him. He gives me a shy smile and starts kissing down my neck making his way down to my shoulders. He peels off my tshirt leaving me naked except for my shorts.
With every kiss I feel my stomach fluttering. He changes tact just when I start anticipating where he would kiss next. He stops all of a sudden, to let me look at those wide piercing eyes that tear open my soul while he slowly unwraps the chocolate and starts tasting it leasurely, his tongue working in a rhythm within the chocolate wrapper, while he has better places needing some love. The very idea that he could tease me like this just combusts me, melting away all my self control. I can’t hold it back any longer, I pull him to me trying to clasp his neck with my hand while I push his body towards mine. With the other hand pushing his back, I take complete control while having no control at the same time. Holding him roughly over me as I start to kiss ignites something in him and he kisses back with everything he has got. I am really confused betweeen the taste of the chocolate and his mouth, too lost to care which is which. He tried stifling a chuckle as if he knows exactly what I am thinking, which renewed the kissing with new frenzy and desire. My sweet sweet boy, with his hands igniting my senses all over my body. Sometime later, I realised there was no more chocolate, just the familiar taste of home.
As we pull away for breath, he lifts me with a hand resting me on his sholders, while heading to the bedroom with the chocolate box in his other hand. He falls with me on the bed and slowly gets up to carefully place the box of chocolates within reach, but in a safe distance. What’s with that box anyway? Wanting to get everything I need. Stole his tongue before I could and now joins us in our very own bed, the arrogance it has should be mine. Unaware of my thoughts, he yanks my legs hard on the floor and pulls down my shorts. Kneeling between my legs, he starts kissing his way up my ankle towards my inner thighs but stops and starts again. With every passing second, I burst like a grenade in a battle field with his lips scorching my skin. As my anticipation gets higher and higher, he stops to stand up and the towel unrawels to the floor. Standing completely naked in front of me knowing I am burning for him, his tongue. He picks up a chocolate and rubs it on my lips, down the throat, over my chest towards my navel. The piece of chocolate was lost on my body. He starts licking carefully with his tongue sucking in my skin in small puckers. I wonder if the chocolate tastes any different. I felt eternity had gone by before realising that the box was almost over. He made his mind to award the rest of the chocolate to my nether region, and while he was fumbling trying to get them in, I shuddered in expectation, anticipation of what is to come, what is to come indeed.
He holds down my thighs to the bed and starts kisses from my waist. I see him lowering his head down with that look towards me that made me (whine?protest?whimper?). I can feel his chin brush, what is he waiting for? Deciding he let me crave him enough, I push myself on him and his tongue meets me with the promise of slow slithering movements pulsating with my throbbing heart. I could feel the chocolate melting, streams of warm coco streaming from me. He catches them before they could meet my legs, but always waits till the last second. He really does like hot chocolate. He leans on me, breathing down, reaching the hard to reach places while keeping me in a state of euphoria. He gets up and before I could complain, leans over meeting me. He slowly sinks his fingers inside me and starts building momentum while trapping me with his eyes. As I build higher every second he moves to my neck as he works with fingers.
In a trance, I hear him asking me how many fingers he is using. I doubt I know how many fingers he has, much less how many he has in me. I make incoherent noises. I whimper one when he asks me again. He rests his finger, or fingers, in me and I realize I am gasping and whining for him to continue. He says he is gonna pause everytime I get it wrong and my stomach drops and flutters at the same time to this impossible man, who plays me in symphomy yet desires more. It’s hard to make a sound, much less think of an answer when you are hanging on to dear life upon his fingers. He starts it all over again and waits till he knows I lost track to ask me. It takes 3 more tries to answer correctly, though I doubt he could have gone on any longer. He falls on me over the bed. I cold feel his body on mine. Slippery with sweat, we intertwine. He slowly enters me guided by my fingers. I grip his shoulders and clench with my fingers. That is going to leave marks on his skin. He takes me to a remote part of the universe as I get lost in a dark sea where there are sweet stars shining over a dark blue sky bursting as he pushes every inch of him into me, pulsating for every little movement he makes. We come together feeling one, part of none, the most exquisite place where only we exist, only to slip into darkness as he lands his head on my sholders.
I choose waking to him over me, skin puckered from dry saliva mixed chocolate, to some roadtrip. Unplanned, at least by me. I wonder if he had seen my calls, was he capable of making me frustrated like that?, I wonder. Surely not. Have to ask where the chocolates are from though, he didn’t save one for me to eat later. I should keep an eye on him and the chocolates. As I slip into that void of pleasantly tired sleep, I remember thinking if he so much as dares to leave the house the next day, I will drag him in by his ear.
SanjanaK