Love ... wonderful love!

His hair curled so lovingly around his hairline. A few grays here and there. I never let him cut his hair too short. Because I loved running my hands through his hair. His eyes - the love that was mirrored in his eyes whenever he saw me ... Lust? Love? I don't know. But I loved the way he eyed me up. His sharp aquiline nose ... His angular jawline ... It seemed as if God had sculpted him with love, leisure and some wine. Every time I saw him I kept falling in love with him even more. The intoxication of beholding him was so heady! And his lips! Oh his lips! They touched my body with hunger ... igniting desire from deep within my soul. Loved the smell of the sweat that oozed from his body when he made deep lustful love to me ... 
I whispered kisses on his face and his neck. He stirred ... Should I kiss his smooth back? Or should I let him sleep? His neck, his shoulders, his chest ... speckled with my love bites. I ran my finger through the marks my nails had left on his back. "Honey! Your nails!" and I managed to say "Sorry! Can't help it!" and dug them even further as he pushed harder. The thought made me smile and I kissed him on those marks. He stirred again. With sleepy eyes he said "Good morning my cherry! What's the time?"
"Time enough for a morning round" I said as I started kissing his chest while my hands caressed his warm body. He smiled, reached for his phone and sat up straight. "It is 8 already? I have to reach by 9. Oh honey why didn't you wake me up?"
"If I did then I would have cheated myself of these precious minutes ..."
He kissed my forehead and got off the bed. "Please don't cook breakfast for me". And he went for a shower. I went in the kitchen. Put tea on the boil and started cooking omelettes and toast. Strong tea - just the way he liked it. Fluffy cheesy omelettes - just the way he liked them. After all didn't he do things in the bed just the way I liked them?
He came out of the washroom ... towel wrapped around his waist. Seeing him like this makes me go really weak in the knees. To breathe his manliness ... To kiss and taste the salt of his skin ... To hug him so tightly that I could sense his heartbeat ... To wrap my legs around him so tightly ... I felt warm inside. I wish I could rip the towel off his sensual body.
Closed my eyes and went back to getting the breakfast ready on the table. 
"Tea is ready!"
He came and stood behind me, sliding his hands around my waist and kissed my neck ... "Are you sure kissing me there is a good idea, my bijli ka khamba? Especially since you are in a hurry?" He was my Bijli ka Khamba because I found his touch electrifying and it would send little shock waves all over my body.
He laughed and sat down for tea. " I told you not to cook breakfast. Tea would have been fine on its own."
"After squeezing out your energy it is only fair that I compensate and replenish it. Five times in a night and I can't believe you are not hungry." 
He smiled ... That devilish smile!
"Come sit beside me. So, what will you be doing today? Anything special planned?" He asked while buttering the toast.
"Nothing much. Might go to the temple."
"Temple! Why?"
I answered with a twinkle in my eye "To ask for forgiveness from God. For our sins".
But I wish I hadn't said that. For he put his fork down and looked at me with hurt in his eyes. "Tell me - do you think of our relationship as sinful?"
"What? No Manu ... I didn't mean that. I was just joking. Really."
"You know I am not as good with words as you are. And I don't how to express my emotions the way you do. So let me tell you in simple words - you mean the world to me. For each and every moment that I spend with you - whether making love or just being beside you - I am thankful to God." He took my hands and cupped them. "You have given me a reason to live. You have made my life beautiful. I was living before I met you but I started living life after I met you. It is only the fear of losing you that is making me follow your wish of not marrying you. I love you."
I sensed the tremor in his voice. "Manu, I am sorry. No I don't think that what we are doing is sinful. I just know that we love each other truly and passionately. As long as no one knows about us no one is hurt. But if you marry me then we will hurt a lot of people and I don't want this negativity in our relationship. I love you too."
I got up and gave him a back hug. "I thought you had to reach by 9".
"Oh yes!" He got up, hugged me and said "Will message you later".
"What time are Suman and Raghav coming?"
"They will be coming by 10. I am glad she went to Nagpur for a few days. I truly needed a break."
"Don't say that. I am sure she loves you and deeply cares for you", I said albeit a bit cheekily.
He tapped me on my head and said "I bet you are enjoying my misery. As long as it brings a smile on your face my cherry!"
We kissed again. He got in his car and drove off, waving me through the mirror. Leaving me behind with a lovely peaceful smile - a smile that a night of fulfillment brings. He came in my life when I was falling apart ... had gone to pieces. His love glued all the broken parts together and made me stronger. I was an empty decorative earthen pot and he filled me brimful with his love. That love, at times, overflowed from my eyes as tears. Tears of contentment ... Of knowing that someone somewhere always loves me. He soothed my soul whenever he touched me with love. My life is a beautiful musical story because of him. Love didn't mean owning something. Just being there for someone. Why give it a name? Love without trappings ... without boundaries ... Wonderful love!
By the way, Suman is his wife and Raghav is his 8 year old son.