He felt the drops of warm oil being poured across his lower back, but it was the touch of her fingers against his back, that made Anuj shake.

She started it off by spreading the oil evenly across the affected area before digging her thumb into his sides and starting the massage.

"Anuu!!" Anuj grimaced, started by the current that tore through him when her thumb pressed against his lower left side.

"Sorry!" Anu apologised as Anuj laughed painfully, " Gustakhi muaff karo, mohatarma. Itna zor lagaogi toh nacheez ki jaan nikal jaegi. Thoda reham. Please!"

Shaking her head at his ghalib antiques, she reduced the pressure and continued to press, move and massage.

While Anuj relaxed into her calming touch, Anupama felt her stomach knotting with tension at the soft gasps of relief Anuj had started to let out.

With him not diverting her attention with his humor, she felt very aware of their current predicament.

She was in his house, in his room, on his bed, while he was laying down half naked. Her eyes were drawn to his skin that glistened from the oil, and the anxious knot in her stomach moved lower, and throbbed.

Anupama went rigid at the sensation and breathed out deeply to get a check on herself.

However, Anuj complained impatiently, "Anuu! Why did you stop!". He was thoroughly enjoying this opportunity. His sore muscles were being loosened, and the feeling was an absolute bliss.

This display of non-chalance irked her, and she huffed. She was being driven mad by the recollections her brain was conjuring but him! He was crying massage!!!

Her hands started to work yet again, but this time more slowly, and with more rhythm. She hadn't planned on it. It was just happening.

Anuj who till now, had successfully ignored her fingers, found himself caving in to the delicate and deliberate movement of her hands. Clutching the pillow tightly, he muffled his groan as he became acutely aware of their skin-to-skin contact, and allowed the images in his head to get increasingly graphic and bold. If he could just turn over, reach out and...

Anuj crumpled the pillow hard in his fist. I am losing it.

They had never been in/on each other's beds until today. And they had never shared a kiss in bed. Anuj mentally went through the gallery of their 17 kisses so far. Their first had been 6 days back only, and that went on to show just how needy they were in each other's vicinity. And just how impatient he grew with their increasing touches and decreasing distances.

Shuddering at the recollection of the last kiss they had shared yesterday in his living room while watching 27 dresses, a moan escaped his lips, as Anu's hands worked him up.

For a split second as her pace increased, he flinched whimpering in a barely audible whisper. " Dheere, Anu! Dheere. I am sensitive...there".

Anupama halted before slowing down her hands. His voice was shaking, and so was her restraint. Going by his voice, she was forced to check if her hands were still on his back or her ardor addled brain had guided it some place else.

It was on his back. Right now, atleast. But if his breathing would continue to get ragged like that, she didn't know, how long it would stay. How long before, it would stray.

Digging his face deeper into the pillow, Anuj sighed,"A bit lower".

Her hand slipped, and Anuj bit the inside of his cheeks. He was uncomfortable. So very very.

"A bit more..." He moaned needy, and Anu felt something building up. The way he was responding, was triggering her.

Her fingers moved down in response, and slid along the length of his back torturously slow, pressing down and rubbing every now and then.

He was close. Almost there. And was thankful, that she could not see. Because, a simple massage had aroused him into a panting mess. So shameful, Anuj. So bad.

"Ah...yes..." Anuj's eyes rolled back in ecstasy. "There..yes there...ah..."

Sh*t. He felt the movement building up in his lower half. Anu will know. And she will run away. Sh*t.

Anupama, however, stopped suddenly and ordered Anuj to turn around.

"Wha--" Anuj blinked out of the trance,blood making way to his brain again.

"..."

"WHAT?!!" He shouted bewildered, having recovered his senses a wee bit, but still hanging painfully, between almost and there.

"Anuj, turn!" She demanded with absolute finality.

"Anu..main...nhi..." He made an effort to save face.

"Anuj!"

Cursing, he turned his neck first, before starting to rotate the rest of his body. Clasping the nearby cushion over his strained pants, he prepared to face Anu guiltily but was instead thrown into shock as her lips dawned on his, while her fingers slipped into his hair.

His moans had pushed her over the edge. Had she not initiated this contact, she would have ended up exploding with frustration.

He, who wasn't expecting this remotely, allowed the shock to be overpowered by desire and indulged her with his tongue. Every reason escaped him, and blood rushed south as her tongue duelled against his dominantly.

Anuj moaned, as his hand abandoned the cushion and wrapped around her waist, adjusting her against him.

She felt him against her stomach and growled lowly, before her fingers that had been occupied with his mane, started trailing down the side of his face,tracing the sternum and caressing over his abs before making Anuj arch into her like a strung up bow, as he felt her hands brush against the bulge in his track pants.

"Anuuuu...." Anuj panted hoarsely, while she withdrew from the kiss and looked into his eyes, ravenous.

"Shall I help?"

The blood pounded in his ears at the suggestion because never in his wildest dreams had he dared to imagine that Anu would offer to help with this.

"Please..." Anuj nodded through hooded eyes, raising his head to catch her lips in his yet again.

This was her first time. She was hesitant, but she wanted to please him. The fact that her massage had him this excited was like a shot of adrenaline, and the honesty with which he had been giving into her soft touches, and the way his body was reacting made her feel powerful. And she wanted to wield that power.

Her nail grazed over the fabric deliciously,and the friction it created made his nerves dance and tingle.

"Don't torture me, love. Please..." He cried catching her hand, and she kissed the side of his face in response.

"Aap itne cute hain, that I can't help but tease". His smile was enough to turn her legs into jelly. The least she could do was return the favour, by making a fudge out of him.

"I'm losing my mind right now", Anuj spoke huskily, his breathing laboured.

"So am I", Anu remarked in kind, reflecting a never before seen passion.

Backing her words with actions then, her fingers curled and started to caress, while the thumb flicked.

Caress. Press. Flick.

Caress. Press. Flick.

"....Anuu!" Anuj screamed, as with a final graze, a heated wave of pleasure pulsed through his centre and coursed all the way to the tips of his toes.

While he gripped her tightly, shuddering from the release, their lips met again and Anuj Kapadia came undone in her arms.

She had promised him fudge today, and had delivered on it too. His entire being had melted into one gooey, syrupy and heated mess.

Massage would never be the same again.

Neither for him, nor for her.

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