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Burning Waters

The Sunday evening was hot and humid, as black clouds scuttled across the sky promising a shower to relieve the tormenting stillness and heat. The fans whirred in the large living room of Maheshwari residence as a couple of men sipped tea while discussing the headlines from the morning newspaper and a boy was glued to the television set. The spacious kitchen was occupied by four ladies, three of whom were chatting away about the recently released movie, while the fourth lady had a disapproving expression on her face.

Naina Maheshwari hadn't seen the movie in discussion but was excited to hear all about it from Preeti & Chachiji, even though Taiji would have much preferred a discussion on Mahabharat or Pralay's excellent examination results. As she flipped the paratha, Naina looked out from the wide kitchen window to see her husband of six months and her brother doing push-ups in the backyard. Sameer and Arjun had started this absurd practice of placing bets, somedays it would be who could run the fastest and somedays who could dance longer; today it was 30 push-ups non-stop. Naina shook her head at their childish behavior as she saw both of them sweating and panting in the humid temperature. Sameer gave up at 25 accepting defeat while Arjun did a small jig celebrating his victory. Sameer grinned at his brother-in-law's antics and his eyes met Naina's through the window. She smiled at him and he knew that nothing was ever hidden from his sprightly wife, she knew he had given up on purpose. Sameer had an unbidden thought of marching into the kitchen and kissing her right in-front of everyone, but he quelled his impulse and instead met her eyes as he grabbed the bottle of water and drank, letting water spill down his throat and over his chest wetting his white shirt. He saw the swift flash of heat in his wife's eyes and knew he would reap the benefits of this act in their bedroom tonight.

Dinner passed with laughter and conversation, continuing until after the 9pm news. Several times Sameer got an odd feeling that he had somehow stumbled into someone else's happy family life. But Naina was there beside him, her presence, her touch, her concern as she served second helpings of food on his dish, the sound of her voice grounding him, making it real.

They saw their family off together, Sameer mischievously pulling Naina closer to his side holding her waist as Taiji glared at him in disapproval at this open display of affection. Such glares never deterred him from exhibiting his right on her. As the cars drove away, Naina looked up at him, her eyes narrowed, as she asked, "what was it this time?"

Sameer grinned, "A new cricket bat... I didn't need it, I am not a professional player."

"And it's expensive", Naina added, not missing the real reason even for one single minute as to why her husband would lose a bet on purpose.

There was no need for Sameer to respond, as he held her in the stillness, drinking in her scent, savoring the moment - the distant hum of vehicles, a hint of breeze rustling the leaves on the trees, a lazy quarter moon overhead.

"You know the stunt you pulled this evening where you let water pour down over your chest?", Naina slid a hand beneath his shirt.

"Mmm-hmm", he nuzzled her hair, his blood heating up. Finally, they were getting to the benefits.

She ran her fingers over his chest, "It reminded me that it's been a while since we made proper use of our shower massager."

"I think you are right, it's been at least a week", Sameer bent his head and sucked at her ear lobe, pulling it in his mouth earring and all, feeling pleased on hearing her quick intake of breath.

Naina nipped his throat, making him groan, then turned and walked towards their home looking back at him, making his breath catch at the small sensuous smile playing on her lips.

While renovating the bathroom just before their wedding, Sameer had chosen to install a detachable massaging kind shower head and Naina hadn't understood why until one fine day he had joined her in the shower, holding her up against the wall and demonstrated a new set of skills. Naina set the shower at her favorite setting and stepped under the lukewarm pulsating spray letting it soak her. She sighed as the water hit her body, loosening tired muscles and warming her as she waited for him to join her. She quivered at the sound of the glass door sliding, and turned to find him standing behind her, his gaze raking over her as intimately as a caress.

He seemed to tower over her, filling the space with his broad shoulders. For a moment they stood still, as her eyes roamed hungrily from his face, to his shoulders, down to his bare chest covered in a thin patch of black hair following the line to his abdomen to an impressive view that made her feel flushed. She didn't know, and it didn't matter, if he pulled her or she moved, but suddenly she was crushed against him, his mouth closing over hers in a probing, hot kiss.

One sensation collided with another. The velvet glide of his tongue. The sweetness of skin against naked, wet skin. The rasp of his chest hair against her sensitive breasts. The insistent press of his erection against her belly. Water pulsing against nerve endings. Moans mingling in the thickening steam.

The kiss seemed to go on forever, drawing out the minutes, heating her blood by degrees until she burned. His lips left a scorching trail as he moved to her throat and down to her breasts. She cried out, arched into the heat of his mouth, clinging to him, her fingers twined in his wet hair as he feasted on her body, nipping, sucking and licking while his fingers stroked and probed her, testing her readiness. Every flick of his rough tongue, every slide of his long fingers made the fire between her legs burn brighter.

Abruptly, he withdrew, turned her to face the wall, and stretched her arms out on either side of her head, his hands shackling her wrists, her palms flat against the wall. Then he bent his knees nudging her feet wide apart, and she arched her back as she felt him probing and entering her from behind in a single slow thrust. The both shuddered and he groaned as he nipped at the skin beneath her ear.

She muttered his name in a broken, stuttering voice as his body pressed her against the chilly tile wall. He felt so good moving inside her, each stroke so deep, so right. She moaned at the wonder of it, arching into him to take every bit of him she could, desperate for completion. Then he released her wrists, one hand spreading across her rib cage to hold her steady, the other reaching for the shower head. She realized what he meant to do, a moment before he did it.

She cried out in shock as he held the shower head between her legs and let the pulsing spray hit her soft flesh. It was too much - the pulsating spray, the power of his relentless, forceful thrusts lifting her on toes, the feel of his left hand as it worked over her tender breasts. She whimpered, her breath coming in ragged pants, her hands bunched into fists.

The tension inside her drew into a tight, shimmering ball and then shattered. Pleasure surged through her in a great gush, swamping her in delight almost too intense to bear. Her body trembled, her legs no longer strong enough to hold her. She heard a woman's keening cries and a man's deep groans as her peak of pleasure caught him, too, and carried them both into sweet oblivion.

She was vaguely aware of it when Sameer turned off the water, her head resting against his chest. She knew when he wrapped her in a towel, his embrace keeping her on feet. She let him lift her out of the shower and into his arms as he carried her to their bedroom lowering her onto the soft sheets. She knew when he turned off the lights and slid in beside her and she turned into his arms letting herself drift into sleep.

Sameer gathered her close, listening to the distant rumble of thunder signaling of the approaching storm. He looked at his sleeping wife curled against him, gently unable to resist, he brushed his fingers along the curve of her cheek. Even after all this time, she felt like a miracle. His own personal miracle, who had come into his life and completed him, suddenly he didn't only have her love but also a family he could call his own, something he had always dreamt of but never thought he could have.

Naina had no idea how long it was before she became aware of his hands moving on her with increasing purpose. She made a soft humming sound, as he rolled on top of her. He gazed into her heavy-lidded eyes as he asked, "can you take me again?", and pushed against her legs to make his question clear. For an answer, she wrapped her arms around his neck, lifted her head to kiss his lips, as she slid her leg up to his waist and arched her hips to take him in. The window-rattling thunder rumbled deafeningly, flashes of lightning tore across the sky briefly illuminating the room, revealing the details of the two lovers entwined with each other. Torrents of rain brought a delicious chilling respite and smell of freshness, and as the flurry of rain pattered against the windows, the promised blissful storm raged outside and inside.

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