Chapter 48: Surprise UNO Reverse
Zain ki aankh bohot der baad khuli.
Pehle toh usko laga abhi raat hi hai. Room mein curtains thode se khule the, lekin roshni seedhi nahi pad rahi thi. Woh palat kar Ayesha ki taraf haath badhaya.
Bed khali thi.
Uski ungli sirf thandi sheet se takrayi.
Usne aankhen poori tarah kholi. Ayesha ki jagah par sirf dabba hua pillow tha, aur uske baal ka ek-do strand sheet par pada hua tha. Blanket uski taraf kheench kar rakhi gayi thi, jaise woh uthte waqt Zain ko cover kar ke gayi ho.
Zain kuch der wahi leta raha.
Sar mein halki si bhaari si feeling thi. Kal raat ka ehsaas ab bhi uske badan mein tha; thakan, sukoon, aur Ayesha ke nange badan ka yaad. Usne socha shayad woh bathroom gayi hogi.
Woh uth kar pehle bathroom gaya.
Darwaza khula tha.
Andar koi nahi. Towel dry rakha tha. Sink par uska toothbrush tha, Ayesha ka bhi, lekin koi geela nishan nahi. Paani ki koi awaaz nahi. Mirror mein sirf Zain ka uljha hua chehra dikh raha tha.
Usne kitchen ki taraf dekha.
Khamoshi.
Living room khali tha.
Windows se dopahar ki roshni aa rahi thi. Clock par nazar gayi toh uski bhaown thodi si chadhi; 1:40.
Itni der so gaya tha.
Zain (dheemi awaaz mein):
“Ashu?”
Koi jawab nahi aaya.
Woh pehle uske room mein gaya.
Bed banayi hui nahi thi, lekin uske kapde arrange the. Kal wali laal dress chair par fold karke rakhi thi. Uske slippers nahi dikhe.
Zain ki chaal thodi tez ho gayi.
Woh peeche pool ki taraf nikla.
Paani shaant tha. Koi towel, koi glass, koi chappal nahi. Lawn khali. Valley ki taraf hawa chal rahi thi, lekin koi insaan nahi dikh raha tha.
Usne servant quarter ki taraf bhi nazar daali.
Door band tha. Koi awaaz nahi.
Zain wapas andar aaya.
Har room dubara check kiya; guest room, store, even balcony. Kahi nahi.
Ab uske chehre par woh naram si subah wali feeling nahi thi.
Ek halki si, phir dheere-dheere badhti hui bechaini thi.
Kal raat ke baad woh soch bhi nahi sakta tha ki Ayesha aise nikal jayegi.
Bina bataye. Bina note ke. Bina phone ke.
Usne living room ki table par dekha.
Koi chitthi nahi.
Kitchen counter par bhi nahi.
Zain kitchen sink ke paas khada ho gaya.
Usne haath se apna chehra sahlaaya. Dil thoda tez dhadakne laga tha.
Villa itna bada nahi tha ki koi chhup jaye.
Aur Ayesha aisi bhi nahi thi jo aise gayab ho jaye.
Phir bhi woh nahi thi.
Zain ne ek baar phir andar se poora ghar dhoondh liya.
Har kadam ke saath uski pareshani saaf hone lagi.
Bed khali thi.
Bathroom khali tha.
Ghar khali tha.
Aur dopahar ki roshni mein Zain pehli baar us bungalow mein akela khada tha.
Zain kitchen se nikal kar seedha apne room gaya.
Usne bed ke paas apna phone uthaya. Raat ko usne network ki wajah se silent rakh diya tha, almost off. Screen on hote hi time dikha; 1:47. Battery thodi si kam thi.
Usne Ayesha ka number search kiya aur call laga diya.
Pehli ring.
Doosri.
Phir ek dry, mechanical tone.
The number you have dialed is currently out of coverage area.
Zain ne phone ko kaan se hataya, screen dekhi, phir dobara call kiya.
Wahi message.
Uske chehre ka rang thoda sa badal gaya.
Mahabaleshwar mein network weak ho sakta tha; yeh usne Ammi ko cover story mein kaha tha. Lekin Ayesha ka phone poori tarah out of coverage? Villa ke andar toh uska khud ka signal aa raha tha.
Usne messages khole.
Kal raat ke baad koi text nahi. Subah koi note nahi.
Zain ne living room ki windows se bahar dekha.
Gate band tha. Car wahi khadi thi jahan unhone park ki thi.
Woh jaldi se bedroom wapas aaya.
Jeans pehni, t-shirt pehni, joote pehne. Baal uljhe hue the, lekin usne brush nahi kiya. Pocket mein phone, keys, wallet.
Nikalte waqt usne ek baar phir chillaya:
Zain:
“Ayeshaaaaa!”
Villa ke andar uski awaaz gunj kar wapas aayi.
Koi jawab nahi.
Woh gate ki taraf tezi se chala.
Thandi hawa uske chehre se takrayi, lekin usko feel nahi hui. Dil ab saaf tez dhadak raha tha. Kal raat ke baad, pehli subah, pehli baar; aur Ayesha gayab.
Uske dimag mein half-formed khayal aa rahe the.
Kahi maid ke saath toh nahi gayi?
Kahi woh khud walk pe toh nahi nikal gayi?
Kahi kuch hua toh nahi?
Usne un khayalon ko dhakka diya, lekin woh ruk nahi rahe the.
Car ke paas pohochte hi usne remote se unlock kiya.
Darwaza khola, andar baithne hi wala tha ki uski nazar gate ke bahar raste par gayi.
Abhi bhi koi nahi dikh raha tha.
Zain ne steering pakad li.
Saans thodi si unchi ho gayi thi. Phone usne dobara check kiya; still out of coverage.
Woh start button dabaane hi wala tha.
Uske andar ek hi baat ghoom rahi thi.
Ayesha kahan hai?
Zain ne start button abhi press nahi kiya tha.
Tabhi gate ke bahar se kadmon ki awaaz aayi.
Usne sar uthaya.
Raste se Ayesha aa rahi thi.
Uske saath caretaker maid thi. Ayesha ke haath mein do bags the; ek chhota chemist wala, ek doosra, thoda bada, black paper bag. Woh simple jeans aur oversized hoodie mein thi. Baal loose bandhe hue. Chehra thoda thaka, lekin normal.
Zain car se utar gaya.
Uske pairon mein abhi bhi woh ghabrahat thi, lekin dekhte hi saans mein saans aayi.
Zain:
“Ayesha… tum kahan thi?”
Ayesha ne uska chehra dekha.
Uske aankhon mein pehle surprise, phir thodi si guilt si dikhi. Maid ne dono ko dekh kar halka sa sar hilaya aur peeche servant quarter ki taraf chali gayi.
Ayesha:
“Main… soch rahi thi tum soye ho. Jaldi aa jaungi.”
Zain uske kareeb aaya.
Usne uska haath nahi pakda, lekin uski nazar uske bags par, phir uske chehre par gayi.
Zain:
“Phone nahi lag raha tha. Main poora ghar dekh aaya. Laga…”
Woh baat poori nahi kar paya.
Ayesha ne dheere se kaha:
Ayesha:
“Network nahi tha neeche. Maid ke saath city gayi thi. Unka kaam tha, main saath ho gayi.”
Zain ne chemist bag ki taraf ishara kiya.
Zain:
“Yeh?”
Ayesha thodi der chup rahi.
Uske gaal halka sa laal hue. Usne nazar jhukayi, phir seedha kaha:
Ayesha:
“Medical store… I-pill.”
Zain ki nazar ek second ke liye ruk gayi.
Woh kuch nahi bola. Bas samajh gaya. Kal raat. Koi protection nahi. Ayesha subah uth kar khud sambhalne nikal gayi thi.
Zain:
“…tum akeli?”
Ayesha:
“Maid saath thi. Tension mat lo.”
Uske doosre haath mein wahi black bag tha.
Zain ne uski taraf dekha.
Zain:
“Aur yeh?”
Ayesha ne bag ko thoda sa peeche kiya.
Uske honthon par ek bohot halki, sharmili si smile aayi. Usne jawab seedha nahi diya.
Ayesha:
“Baad mein.
Abhi… khana khate hain. Bhook lagi hai.”
Zain ne aur press nahi kiya.
Uske andar ab gussa nahi tha. Sirf woh baachi hui dhadkan thi, jo dheere-dheere baith rahi thi.
Dono andar aaye.
Andar aate hi Ayesha ne black bag apne room mein rakh diya.
Zain ne dekha, lekin poocha nahi.
Lunch simple tha; maid ne kitchen mein thoda sa rakh diya tha. Dahi, roti, thodi sabzi, strawberries. Woh chupchaap khaate rahe. Kabhi-kabhi Zain Ayesha ko dekhta, Ayesha nazar hata leti. I-pill wali baat unke beech mein padi thi, lekin koi lecture nahi hua.
Khana khatam hone ke baad Zain ne kaha:
Zain:
“Thoda bahar chalte hain?”
Ayesha ne sar hilaya.
Woh market nahi gaye.
Sirf thodi der valley side walk. Thandi hawa. Door tak trees. Ayesha hoodie ke pocket mein haath daale hue thi. Zain uske bagal bagal. Kabhi unke haath mil jaate, kabhi nahi.
Shaam dhalte-dhalte woh Villa wapas aa gaye.
Aasmaan mein rang badal chuke the.
Pool ke paani par last light gir rahi thi.
Villa me aate hi Ayesha ne bag liya aur bathroom gayi.
Zain living room mein khada raha. Kal raat ka ghar ab dobara un dono se bhar raha tha, lekin is baar mahaul thoda alag tha.
Ayesha jab wapas aayi toh usne hoodie pehni toh thi. Magar uske neeche kuchh red robe jaisa tha… Zain ko saaf samajh nahi aa ra tha…
Ayesha ke baal khule. Chehre par woh sharmili si narmi thi, lekin aankhon mein kuch aur bhi.
Woh Zain ke kareeb aayi.
Itna kareeb ki uski khushbu pehle aa gayi.
Usne kuch poocha nahi.
Kuch explain nahi kiya.
Bas Zain ko dekhti rahi.
Din ka tension ab peeche reh chuka tha.
Bag abhi bhi unke beech ek chhota sa secret tha.
Aur shaam ab unke room ki taraf khinch rahi thi.
Ayesha ne Zain ka haath pakda.
Uske haath thande the. Zain ke garam palm ke against uski ungliyan thodi si kaanpti hui. Living room mein kuch nahi kaha. Bas apni hoodie utaar di…
Ayesha ne ek laal satin robe pehni hui thi. Fabric itna thin aur glossy tha ki dim light padte hi uske curves saaf dikh rahe the. Satin uski skin se chipki hui thi; har kadam par halki si slick sound. Length mid-thigh tak. Belt loosely bandha hua, thoda sa neeche slide ho chuka. Robe beech se khuli hui thi, ek gehra V. Collarbones nange. Soft cleavage clearly dikh rahi thi, uske beech se halki si garam khushbu aa rahi thi; uska soap, thodi si vanilla, aur uske badan ki nami. Sleeves loose. Wrists nange. Pairon mein kuch nahi. Tile uske pairon talve ke neeche thandi thi. Baal khule, ek lock robe ke andar gira hua.
Zain ki aankhen phati ki phati reh gayi… uska gala sukhne laga… Usey apni aankhon par yakeen nahi aa raha tha..
Ayesha Zain ke kareeb aayi aur uska haath pakda… Ayesha Zain ko kheenchti hui seedha uske bedroom le gayi.
Kal raat wala room. Wahi bed. Window se thandi hawa aa rahi thi, curtains ko halka sa hila rahi thi. Sheets mein abhi bhi last night ki thodi si smell baaki thi; skin, heat, uska perfume.
Darwaza band hua. Soft click.
Ayesha ne light dim ki. Yellow glow. Black bag bed ke paas floor par rakh diya; paper ki halki si rustle. Zain kuch poochne wala tha, lekin Ayesha ne uske hont apne hont se band kar diye.
Pehla kiss usne kiya.
Uske hont garam the, thode se dry, phir instantly soft.
Kal raat wala shy sa touch nahi. Usne Zain ke lower lip ko pakad kar chusa. Satin robe Zain ki t-shirt se ragad khane lagi; cold silk, garam cotton. Uske haath t-shirt ke neeche chale gaye. Pet ki garam skin. Thodi si tightness. Phir upar, seene tak. Zain ke badan mein ek second ke liye rukawat si aayi, phir usne samajh liya.
Aaj lead uske haath mein nahi thi.
Ayesha ne kiss ko gehra kiya.
Uski zubaan pehle andar gayi; warm, hesitant, phir sure. Zain ke muh se ek low sound nikal gayi. Ayesha ke muh se ek dabi hui, sharmili siski nikal gayi, uski saans Zain ke honthon par garam pad rahi thi.
Ayesha:
“Mmmhh…”
Usne Zain ki t-shirt upar ki.
Fabric uske baalon se khisakkar nikal gayi. Shirt nikalte hi thandi hawa uske nange seene se takrayi. Ayesha ne usko bed ke kareeb dhakela. Mattress ne unka weight liya. Zain bed ke edge par aa gaya. Ayesha uske saamne khadi rahi. Usne robe ka satin belt dheere se khola. Tie khulte hi silk ne ek bohot halki si whisper ki.
Robe dono taraf khul gayi aur shoulders se slide hote hue floor par gir gayi.
Satin ne tile par soft thud ki.
Andar lingerie thi.
Laal lace.
Bohot kam. Deep plunge bra; cups almost sheer, sirf nipples ke around thoda thicker lace. Skin ke against lace ki jaali dim light mein chamak rahi thi. Straps thin, shoulders par barely. Peeth almost poori khuli. Neeche matching thong. Front mein chhoti si lace triangle. Lace already thodi si dark thi beech mein; uski wetness se.
Zain ki nazar ruki.
Ayesha ne sharm se aankhen jhukayi.
Uske gaal garam the. Saans uske seene ko uthaye-giraaye ja rahi thi. Lace ke neeche nipples already tight the. Woh Zain ke god mein aa gayi. Lace ki rough-soft texture uski jeans se ragad khane lagi. Denim ki hardness, uski nami, uski thighs ki garam skin.
Ayesha:
“Ahhh… mmmhh…”
Usne bra peeche se khol diya.
Clasp ki chhoti si click. Thin straps shoulders se khisak gaye. Soft breasts free hue; garam, heavy, Zain ke seene se dab rahe the. Usne sharm se nazar jhukayi, phir Zain ke haath pakad kar apne seene par rakh diye. Uski hatheliyan thandi, uske breasts garam.
Ayesha:
“Mmmhh… ahhh…”
Zain ne unhe sahlaaya.
Skin satin se bhi naram. Ayesha ki kamar uske against press ho gayi. Usne Zain ki jeans ka button khola; metal ki chhoti si awaaz. Zip neeche. Haath andar. Cotton, phir garam, tight heat. Zain already hard tha. Ayesha ke gaal aur laal ho gaye. Uske haath ki hatheli ke against uski heartbeat feel ho rahi thi.
Ayesha:
“Ahhh…”
Usne Zain ko poori tarah bed par litaya.
Sheets thandi thi peeth ke neeche. Ayesha uske upar aa gayi; thong abhi pehni hui. Grind kiya. Slow. Lace uski clit se ragad kha rahi thi, already geeli, already slippery. Uske breasts Zain ke face ke kareeb aaye. Uski khushbu, uski skin ki nami, uski saans. Zain ne nipple muh mein liya; garam muh, tight peak. Ayesha ka sar peeche gaya.
Ayesha:
“AAAAHHHH… mmmhh… ahhhh…”
Usne Zain ke baal kas liye. aur usey dhakka de kar bed par gira diya...
Phir Ayesha ne apne thong ki thin straps ko hips se kheench kar neeche utaar diya. Satin straps uski skin par line chhodte hue khisak gaye.
Ab woh nangi uske upar thi. Uski wetness Zain ke pet par thandi-garam si mehsoos ho rahi thi. Ayesha ne sharm se aankhen band ki, lekin taangein band nahi ki.
Usne Zain ki jeans aur underwear neeche khinchi.
Fabric uski thighs se slide hua. Lund uske pet se takraya; garam, tight, thoda wet tip. Ayesha ne usko haath mein liya. Garam weight. Dheere se sahlaaya. Tip par angutha ghumaya; slick.
Ayesha:
“Mmmhh…”
Usne apni geeli, swollen chut uske lund ke along slide ki; andar nahi.
Sirf wet heat. Skin on skin. Har slide par soft, filthy wet sound. Upar-neeche. Har movement ke saath uske muh se kaanpti moans.
Ayesha:
“Ahhh… ahhhh… mmmhh… ahhhh…”
Zain ne uski kamar pakad li.
Uski hatheliyan uski nangi peeth par garam thi. Ayesha ne haath wahan rehne diya, pace apni rakhi. Kabhi tip uski entrance par ruk jaati; wahan ki tightness, wahan ki nami; kabhi phisalti hui clit se guzar jaati. Uske baal Zain ke face par gir rahe the, uske kaan par tickle kar rahe the.
Woh jhuk kar uske kaan ke paas boli.
Awaaz dheemi, sharmili, garam saans ke saath.
Ayesha:
“Aaj… main.... Sirf main karungi...”
Zain ne kuch nahi kaha.
Usne uski peeth sahlaayi. Spine ke along, neeche tak.
Ayesha ne hips uthaye.
Haath se lund set kiya. Garam tip uski geeli entrance par lagi. Wahan already itni nami thi ki tip khud slide karne lagi. Usne aankhen band ki. Ek saans. Room ki thandi hawa uski nangi peeth se takrayi. Andar sirf uski heat thi.
Phir dheere se, apni marzi se, neeche baithe gayi.
Sirf thoda sa.
Tip andar.
Ayesha:
“AAAAHHHH… mmmhh…!”
Kal raat ki tightness ab bhi thi.
Garam stretch. Thodi si jalan. Thodi si bhari hui khushi. Usne ruk kar Zain ke seene par haath rakha; uski heartbeat tez. Phir aur neeche. Ek inch. Phir aur. Har inch par uski walls usko kas rahi thi.
Jab woh almost poori tarah baith gayi, toh uska sar Zain ke seene par gir gaya.
Uski saans uski skin par garam pad rahi thi. Nakhun uski skin par. Andar poora bhar hua ehsaas; deep, tight, throbbing.
Ayesha:
“Ahhh… ahhhh… mmmhh… ahhhh…”
Usne move nahi kiya pehle.
Sirf hold. Feel. Zain ke lund ko apni walls se kas-kas kar mehsoos kiya. Har pulse ke saath uske thighs kaanpte.
Phir usne hips se ek chhota sa circle banaya. chhote chhote jumps lene lagi...
Wet. Slow. Unke beech se soft sound.
Laal satin robe floor par padi thi.
Lace lingerie sheets par.
Zain ke bedroom mein unki saansein, unki skin, unki heat.
Lead aaj sirf Ayesha ke haath mein thi.
Aur Zain ne follow kiya.
Thodi der baad Ayesha ne ride ko rok diya.
Woh ab bhi uske andar thi; tight, garam, kaanpti hui. Zain ke haath uski kamar par the. Usne uske seene se sar uthaya. Aankhen mili. Uske gaal laal the, hont khule, saans tez.
Woh dheere se uthne lagi.
Zain ka lund uske andar se slide hota hua bahar aaya. Ayesha ke muh se ek lambi, kaanpti siski nikal gayi. Uske beech se nami Zain ke pet par giri. Woh uske bagal mein gir si gayi, ek second ke liye saans li, phir bed se utar kar black bag ki taraf gayi.
Paper bag khula.
Andar se aayi; chocolate sauce ki bottle, ek chhota box strawberries ka, aur wet wipes. Ayesha ne sharm se nazar jhukayi, lekin items bed par rakh diye. Strawberries thandi thi, thodi si condensed water unke upar. Chocolate sauce garam nahi thi, lekin thick, glossy, dark.
Zain utha sa.
Zain:
“Yeh… kisliye…”
Ayesha ne uske hont ungli se band kiye.
Usne kuch explain nahi kiya. Bas bottle kholi. Soft pop.
Woh Zain ke upar wapas aa gayi, lekin is baar uske lund ko andar nahi liya. Usne pehle ek strawberry uthayi. chocolate sause me deep ki aur phir apne honthon se halka sa kaata. Juice uske lower lip par behne laga. Phir wahi strawberry Zain ke honthon par rakh di.
Zain ne kaata.
Meetha. Thanda. Uske muh mein Ayesha ke honthon ka taste bhi tha.
Ayesha ne chocolate ki thin line Zain ke seene par daali.
Dark sauce uski skin par slow river ki tarah neeche bahi; collarbone se, nipple ke around, pet tak. Thandi sauce, garam skin. Zain ki saans ruk si gayi.
Ayesha jhuki.
Usne zubaan se chocolate chaatni shuru ki.
Slow. Flat lick. Collarbone se nipple tak. Sauce uski zubaan par, uske honthon par, thodi si uske chin par. Zain ke muh se low groan nikal gayi. Ayesha ke muh se siski.
Ayesha:
“Mmmhh… ahhh…”
Dono phir ek baar kiss karne lage... Zain apne munh me Ayesha ke munh par lagi chocolate ka taset mehsoos kar sakta tha...
Usne uske nipple ko chocolate ke saath muh mein liya.
Chusa. Zubaan ghumayi. Phir neeche; pet ki line ko saaf karti hui, kabhi kaat-ti, kabhi choomti. Zain ke haath uske baalon mein the, lekin control uske paas nahi tha.
Ayesha ne khud ke breasts par bhi sauce daali.
Dark chocolate uski fair skin par. Nipples ke around circles. Ek drop uski cleavage se neeche laga. Usne Zain ke sar ko apne seene ki taraf khincha.
Zain ne chaata.
Ayesha ka sar peeche gaya.
Chocolate, uski skin, uski saans; sab mil gaya.
Ayesha:
“AAAAHHHH… mmmhh… ahhhh…”
Woh Zain ke muh se hatkar uske lund par jhuki.
Pehle sirf dekha. Phir chocolate ki thin line tip se neeche base tak daali. Dark on dark. Usne sharm se aankhen jhukayi, phir zubaan nikali.
Pehla lick tip par.
Chocolate aur uski khud ki nami ka mix. Phir lamba lick; neeche se upar. Zain ki thighs kas gayi. Ayesha ne usko muh mein liya, chocolate ko saath-saath choosti hui. Garam. Meetha. Messy.
Ayesha:
“Mmmhh… ahhh… mmmhh…”
Thook aur sauce uske chin tak behne lage.
Usne strawberry uthayi, uske lund ki tip par rakh kar thoda sa press kiya, phir khud kaat liya. Zain ke muh se aur gehra sound aaya.
Ayesha wapas uske upar aayi.
Apni chut uske chocolate-slick lund par slide ki; andar nahi. Wet. Sticky. Har slide par sauce unke beech mein failti. Strawberries bed par giri hui thi. Sheets pehle hi kharab hone lagi thi.
Ayesha:
“Ahhh… ahhhh… mmmhh… ahhhh…”
Usne Zain ke pet par ek aur line daali, khud jhuk kar chaati, phir uske honthon ko chocolate-stained kiss mein le aayi. Kiss meetha tha, geela tha, uncha tha. Ayesha ke breasts Zain ke seene se chipak rahe the; dono ke beech sauce faili hui.
Usne hips uthaye.
Lund ko phir se set kiya. Is baar tip uski entrance par chocolate aur uski nami dono se slick thi.
Woh neeche baithe gayi.
Poori.
Ayesha:
“AAAAAHHHHH… mmmhh… ahhhh…!”
Andar stretch wapas aaya; ab zyada geela, zyada messy.
Usne move shuru kiya. Slow ride. Har uthan-baithan par wet, sticky sound. Chocolate unke pet par, uski thighs par, Zain ke seene par. Ayesha ke hont khule the. Moans ruk nahi rahe the.
Ayesha:
“Ahhh… ahhhh… aaaaaahhh… mmmhh… ahhhh…”
Zain ne uski kamar pakad li.
Ayesha ne uske haath ko wahan rehne diya, lekin pace apni rakhi. Kabhi circle. Kabhi deep sit. Kabhi uth kar sirf tip rakhna, phir poori tarah girna.
Room mein ab chocolate ki smell thi.
Strawberry. Skin. Sex.
Laal robe floor par.
Lace lingerie sauce se kharab.
Ayesha uske upar, nangi, messy, sharmili; lekin rukne wali nahi.
Usne Zain ke kaan ke paas, kaanpti awaaz mein kaha:
Ayesha:
“Abhi… aur.”
Aur Ayesha ne ride nahi roki.
Ayesha ne ride rok di.
Woh uske andar last tak baithi rahi; tight, sticky, chocolate aur uski nami se slick. Zain ke haath uski kamar par the. Usne uske seene se sar uthaya. Saans tez. Hont chocolate se geele.
Phir dheere se uthne lagi.
Lund uske andar se nikalte hi uske muh se ek lambi siski nikal gayi. Sauce unke beech se threads ki tarah chipki. Ayesha Zain ke pet par ek second ruki, phir uske seene par haath rakh kar aur upar khisakne lagi.
Zain samajh gaya.
Woh bed par litaya hua tha. Ayesha uske face ke upar aa gayi. Usne pehle sharm se aankhen jhukayi. Gaal laal. Thighs Zain ke kaan ke dono taraf. Uski geeli, swollen chut uske honthon ke bilkul upar thi; chocolate ke dark smears, uski khud ki nami, thodi si strawberry ki meethi smell.
Usne Zain ke baal pakde.
Phir dheere se baith gayi.
Pehla touch uski clit par Zain ki zubaan ka tha.
Ayesha ka poora badan ek jhatke se uth sa gaya. Usne headboard pakad liya. Zain ke haath uski thighs ke peeche, uski hips ko neeche khinch rahe the.
Ayesha:
“AAAAHHHH… mmmhh…!”
Zain ka lick, neeche se clit tak. Chocolate aur uska taste ek saath. Phir uski swollen lips ke beech zubaan. Ayesha ki walls uski zubaan ko kasne lagi. Woh control khone lagi, lekin pace ab bhi usne set ki; kabhi uth kar sirf tip touch, kabhi poori tarah baith kar uske muh ko press.
Ayesha:
“Ahhh… ahhhh… wahan… aaaaaahhh…!”
Zain ne clit muh mein li.
Chusa. Slow circles. Ayesha ke thighs uske sar ke around kas gaye. Uske breasts kaanp rahe the. Chocolate uski skin par dry ho rahi thi, lekin beech mein sab geela tha. Wet sounds room mein saaf the; zubaan, nami, uski siskiyan.
Ayesha:
“Mmmhh… ahhh… ahhhh… mat rukna… ahhhh…!”
Usne hips se grind shuru kiya.
Zain ke face par. Slow, phir thoda tez. Har grind par uski clit uski nose ya zubaan se ragad khati. Zain ne uski gaand ke neeche haath feraye, uski rim ke around thumb ghumaya; Ayesha ka sar peeche fenka.
Ayesha:
“AAAAAHHHHH…!”
Woh uth gayi, saans li, phir wapas baith gayi.
Is baar aur open. Zain ki zubaan andar tak. Ayesha ne uske baal aur kas liye. Uske muh se continuous moans; sharmili nahi rahe the, toot-te hue the.
Ayesha:
“Ahhh… ahhhh… aaaaaahhh… mmmhh… ahhhh…!”
Edge ke kareeb thi.
Usne khud ko uthaya. Zain ke hont uski clit se alag hue. Ayesha ne kaanpti saans li. Usne usko poora climax nahi lene diya. Tease. Usne neeche jhuk kar Zain ke chocolate-slick honthon ko chuma; apna taste uske muh mein.
Phir woh palat gayi.
Uska chehra Zain ke lund ke kareeb. Uski chut wapas uske muh par. Ayesha ne lund ko haath mein liya; garam, tight, sauce se chamakta. Pehle lick. Phir muh. Saath hi Zain ne uski clit wapas pakad li.
Ayesha (lund muh mein):
“Mmmhh… ahhhh… mmmhh…!”
Har baar jab Zain choosta, Ayesha ka suck tight ho jaata.
Usne tip focus ki, zubaan ghumayi, haath se base sahlaaya. Neeche Zain uski chut ko khaaye ja raha tha; clit, lips, kabhi rim tak zubaan. Ayesha ke juices uske chin par. Chocolate dono ke face par.
Ayesha:
“AHHHH… MMMHH… AAAAAHHHH…!”
Usne lund muh se nikaala, uske against cheek rakh diya, aur grind kiya Zain ke muh par.
Phir wapas muh mein. Edge. Rokna. Phir se. Ayesha lead kar rahi thi; kabhi tez, kabhi almost band, kabhi poori tarah baith kar uske face ko use karti.
Zain ke lund se pre-cum aur sauce uske honthon par thi.
Ayesha ki taangein kaanp rahi thi. Woh baar-baar close aati, phir khud ko hataati.
Ayesha:
“Ahhh… ahhhh… abhi nahi… ahhhh… mmmhh…!”
Usne 69 tod diya.
Zain ke upar wapas aa gayi, uske lund ko apni chut par slide kiya; andar nahi. Sirf tease. Clit par tip. Entrance par press. Phir hatana.
Ayesha:
“Mmmhh… ahhh… ahhhh…”
Usne Zain ke kaan ke paas hont laaye.
Garam saans. Chocolate. Uski khud ki smell.
Ayesha:
“Ab… andar.”
Lekin usne abhi baithna nahi tha poori tarah se.
Ek aur slow grind. Ek aur edge.
Foreplay ab uske hisaab se chal raha tha.
Messy. Geela.
Aur Ayesha rukne wali nahi thi; jab tak woh khud na chahe.
Ayesha ne hips uthaye.
Garam tip uski geeli entrance par ruki; chocolate, uski nami, thodi si strawberry ki meethi stickiness. Wahan itna slick tha ki tip khud slide karne lagi. Usne Zain ke seene par dono haath rakhe. Uski skin garam, sticky, tez dhadakti. Aankhen band. Ek saans. Thandi hawa uski nangi peeth se takrayi.
Phir apni marzi se neeche baithe gayi.
Pehle tip.
Woh stretch pehle se familiar tha, lekin ab zyada geela. Phir ek inch; walls khulti, garam, tight. Phir aur.
Ayesha:
“AAAAAHHHHH… mmmhh… ahhhh…!”
Usne beech mein rok liya.
Saans toot-ti. Andar sirf adha. Pulse uske pet tak uth rahi thi. Phir dheere se poori tarah gir gayi. Zain ka lund uske last tak baith gaya. Ayesha ka sar aage jhuk gaya. Baal Zain ke face par, uske honthon par. Unke beech chocolate faila hua; pet se pet.
Ayesha:
“Ahhh… ahhhh… poora… aaaaaahhh… mmmhh…”
Pehle move nahi kiya.
Sirf baithi. Andar ke bharav ko mehsoos kiya; har throb, har kasav, uski clit Zain ke pet se dabi hui. Uski walls usko baar-baar squeeze karti. Har squeeze par uske muh se kaanpti siski nikalti.
Ayesha:
“Mmmhh… ahhh… ahhhh… feel… ahhhh…”
Phir hips se chhota sa circle.
Wet, filthy sound.
Sauce unke jismon ke beech se squelch karti. Ayesha ki thighs kaanpti. Circle ke saath uski clit ragad khane lagi. Zain ke haath uski kamar par garam the; ungliyan uski nangi peeth ke sweat ko feel kar rahi thi.
Ayesha:
“AAAAHHHH… wahan… mmmhh… ahhhh…!”
Usne uthna shuru kiya.
Slow. Lamba. Sirf tip tak; jahan stretch sabse tez mehsoos hota. Phir poori tarah gir gayi. Mattress ne unka weight liya. Har baithan par uske breasts Zain ke seene se ragad khaate. Sticky skin. Garam saans.
Ayesha:
“Ahhh… ahhhh… aaaaaahhh… haan… ahhhh… aaaaaahhh…!”
Kabhi aage jhuk kar clit ko uske pet se press karti.
Kabhi seedha baith kar poora depth leti. Kabhi chhote tight circles; itne gehre ki Zain ki saans uske face par toot jaati. Paseena uski spine se neeche beh raha tha, robe ke girne ki jagah se hota hua sheets tak.
Zain ne hips se thoda sa upar thrust kiya.
Ayesha ne uske seene par haath rakh kar rok diya.
Sar hilaya. Nahi. Aaj uski pace. Usne wapas aage jhuk kar uske hont pakad liye. Kiss geela tha; chocolate, uska taste, uski unchi siskiyan Zain ke muh mein girti.
Ayesha:
“Mmmhh… ahhh… ahhhh… meri… aaaaaahhh…!”
Usne position badli.
Haath peeche, Zain ki thighs par. Seena khula. Angle gehra. Is baar har sit uske last tak ja raha tha. Ayesha ka gala khula. Aankhen adhkhuli. Moans ab dabe hue nahi the.
Ayesha:
“AHHHH… AHHHH… AAAAAHHHH… ZAIN… AHHHH… AAAAAHHHH…!”
Wet slap.
Har drop par. Sticky. Continuous. Uski nami aur sauce unke jod par chamak rahe the. Zain ka lund nikalte-baithte uski swollen lips ko failata. Ayesha ki taangein uske sides par kaanpti. Nakhun uski thighs par gad rahe the.
Woh dobara aage aayi.
Zain ke baal pakde. Ride short ho gayi; chhoti, desperate, deep magar fast, aur fast. Har movement par uski clit ragad. Extra jhatka. Extra cry.
Ayesha:
“Ahhh… ahhhh… mat nikalna… aaaaaahhh… andar hi… ahhhh… AAAAAHHHH…!”
Zain ke chehre par tightness thi.
Ayesha ne feel kiya; woh aur hard ho raha tha, andar pulse tez. Usne pace thodi si badha di. Ab control tootne ke kareeb tha, lekin rukawati usi ki thi. Uthati. Girti. Kas-ti.
Room mein sirf yahi tha;
unki saansein,
unki skin ki slick sound,
Ayesha ki unchi, toot-ti siskiyan,
aur chocolate ki meethi, dirty smell.
Ayesha:
“AHHHH… MAIN… AHHHH… AAAAAHHHH… MMMHH… AAAAAHHHH…!”
Usne ek last deep sit kiya aur wahan ruki; poora andar, walls milking, body kaanpti. Phir short circles. Zain ne uski hips pakad li. Is baar Ayesha ne nahi roka.
Dono milkar.
Andar. Deep. Bahar almost nahi.
Ayesha:
“Ahhh… ahhhh… saath… aaaaaahhh… ahhhh… AAAAAHHHH…!”
Lead ab bhi uske naam par thi.
Sirf uske hisaab se.
Messy, geeli, high, aur rukne wali nahi.
Ayesha ne ride rok diye.
Woh ab bhi uske andar poori tarah baithi thi; tight, slick, kaanpti. Zain ke haath uski hips par the. Dono edge ke kareeb. Ayesha ki saans uske face par garam pad rahi thi. Dono ek saath apne climax par pohoche... Ayesha ka orgasm ekdum wild tha... Maano sailaab aaya ho... Zain ka bhi baandh toot gaya... dono puri tarha jhaad gaye...
Ayesha Zain ke upar jhad kar gir gayi... aur lambi lambi ssansein lene lagi....
Saans me dono ki saans aayi... aur raat ek bohot hi pyare kiss ke saath aage badhne lagi...
Raat abhi bhi baaki thi aur
Bag mein abhi bhi kuchh surprise baaki the.
