My Nepenthe

Chapter 40

Omkara stopped believing in God and goodness, years ago. Like any other helpless person in the world, he blamed the almighty for all the things that went wrong, ignoring the things he should be grateful for. That day however, he thanked him for giving him a godly good person for a wife.

With every kiss, Gauri showed how much she loved him and how much she wanted him to know of that feeling. That longing for a true mate.

If keeping away from her had been difficult for him in the past few days, it seemed close to impossible now.

Perhaps the confession and his signs of acceptance gave her the guts to want more out of her husband. She wanted more than the chaste kisses and forceful abstinence that followed. She wanted to be close to him in anyway possible. If not by conversation, she needed him to know him by his body.

Sadly, she was still hesitant to ask him that directly.

Too involved with the problems which started early in her life, she never was close to any man and to even talk about such things with her mother was embarrassingly out of question.

With her only friend Richa, she dared to watch a few English movies which were outrageously romantic according to their village standards only to profusely apologize to her Shankar ji for committing such a heinous crime the very next day.

In her husbands arms today, she wished she watched more of them to know how she should indirectly hint him for intimacy and also what would be expected of her if he took that cue.

Omkara's heartbeat rang in his ears as he took agonized breaths, stopping himself from tearing her clothes apart when she traced her fingers down his neck to his chest. He almost pushed her off him when her lips followed the same trail.

As he tried to move away just like all other days, his wife clutched on to his shirt's collar.

"What?" she whispered not so innocently, as he continued stared at her palm which was fisting his shirt.

Her forgiving heart and those innocent doe eyes gave him more reasons not to touch her but his body didn't seem to be in his control after the confession.

She owned it and he played her slave.

His feet developed roots fixing him to the ground and his hands were glued to her body as she tortured him further.

Gauri might be an amateur but she was surely determined. Gingerly, she moved her hands over his upper half gathering them around his neck. Then rising to his height, she kissed his jaw as he supported her by embracing her waist.

When he sucked in a breath and closed his eyes, she grinned, happy that she was going the right way. Encouraged, she peppered kisses very slowly, along the path leading to his lips.

Omkara's hand began to stealthily move up her body. It caressed the single knot at her back which held the blouse piece together. His wife's lips came upon his and he opened them to hungrily kiss her again, this time his restraint not so strong as before. Just as he fingered to open the knot, he stopped short feeling her go stiff.

For many sensual seconds, no one made a move until Gauri gently nuzzled his neck. Then she looked into his eyes with all the courage she could muster.

"I love you," she said again, meaning every word and all sane thoughts vanished from his head.

Crashing his mouth with hers, he lifted her up and moved towards the king sized bed on their room.

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Gauri pulled his shirt up and let her hands explore his shoulders, chest and trail down the muscles of his abs. She could feel the heat of his hardness against her stomach as he groaned in pleasure and hastily removed her saree.