(Chapter 13)

Syha

It's finally happening. The last barrier between us will evaporate and we will be connected for life. Our marriage will find its ultimatum and nothing will ever separate us again.

That bitch Lydia will know what she had lost. I will make sure of it. I will get my husband the closure he had missed and craved all these years. He will no longer weep and drown in the misery of self-loathe and insecurities. Not when I'm here with him.

Araan's mouth's warm and wet as he peppers kisses all over my body, starting from my neck, to my chest, stomach. Taking extra time to swipe his tongue inside my belly button, leaving me writhing and begging for more. His large hands knead and press at my thighs, parting them wide and his hot breath against my sensitive area makes my toes curl.

When he comes back up to claim my lips, I'm so wet and desperate for him to just take me. My hand fists the back of his head as I firmly kiss him, lick his mouth and with my legs around his waist, I dip my ankle on his lower hip, gently guiding him to enter.

He does so, groaning into my mouth as he supports himself with an elbow next to my head and his other hand pressing on my hip hard enough to bruise. The idea thrills me, I want to be marked up by him. Guess it does for him too because he digs his nails deeper and I moan loudly.

He fills me up so good, the feeling's otherwordly, being so enraptured by the one you love like you can not even tell where I begin and Araan ends. It is a tumultuous yet most resolved feeling in the world, washing contentment and overwhelming love all over me in waves.

"You feel so good, Syha." My name sounds so delicious rolling off of his tongue, he thrusts deeper and I can practically see stars. "So good, I can stay like this forever." He rasps.

"Ahh." My jaw slacks, incoherent babbles spewing out as my nails dig in his shoulders, eyes rolling backwards. "I-I'm- I can't." I mewl.

"Me too," Araan breathes over my neck, licking over the bruises he had left. "Let's come together." He blows air in my ear and gently bites down on the lobe, his hand comes up to squeeze my boob and I let it go.

My body trembles from the aftershocks as well as due to the warmth filling me up from the inside, all I can do is moan and whimper from the sheer pleasure of it all. Araan nuzzles my neck till he stops shivering himself then gently rolls over, pulling out of me and collapsing on the bed next to me. Both of us gasp and take deep breaths to calm our racing hearts.

"Was i-it okay?" Araan asks after a lengthy comfortable silence, turning on his side to face me.

I follow his posture and raise my hand up to carefully stroke his cheek, smiling assuringly. "I don't know who to compare with. All I know is that my husband will always be the only one to give me the best feelings in the world."

His eyes sparkle in relief and he launches himself in my arms, hugging me tight. Giggling and rolling us over the bed, I hold him close.

"I feel the same." He whispers against my lips then softly kisses me, sweet and slow, pouring his emotions into the kiss.

So, I respond with equal passion, burrowing my fingers in his hair to deepen it, languidly messing our tongues together. When we pull away, wide grins spread across our faces and by the look in his eyes I can tell he feels the same as me. It will take a bit of time for him to just utter the words. There's no rush though, we have all the time in the world.

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It's a saturday morning so we don't have any rush to wake up and head to work. We fell asleep all naked last night, tangled in each other's arms. And I must say, I had the best night's sleep in all my life.

Waking up in his arms is another thing I have come to love about a lot. Especially when I get to admire his sleepy face and pink lips. As I stare at his plump lips parted and snoring on my chest, I smirk mischievously as an idea forms in my mind.

I know he's too shy to ask or do anything he desires. But who would tell him that I desire the same just as much? Carefully adjusting him, I move his head a bit so my nipple's close to his mouth. I gently circle the tip around his parted lips then slowly push it in his mouth. He doesn't respond right away but before I can pull it out though, he wraps his lips around the nub and gives it a gentle suck. My insides coil and I bite my lip to resist any sound from coming out.

Araan's sleepy mind pushes him closer to me and he burrows himself deeper, into my arms, sucking my nipple in a slow rhythm, turning my brain mushy and a different kind of pleasure bursts all through me. It feels so good.

Turning to the clock, the time says only 9 in the morning and Araan doesn't seem like he'd be up anytime soon. Maybe I should get some sleep as well.

As he sleeps and sucks peacefully, I hug him tighter and bring his hand up to place it on my other boob. Thrilled to have his attention all over them. With a content sigh, I smile and once more let sleep take over me.

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