(Chapter 18)

Araan

I still can't believe it's already been a whole year since Syha came into my life. It feels surreal. Like the most magical dream of my life come true. The path here wasn't easy or too flowery, but I will not trade it for the world.

I am the happiest man alive with Syha next to me. The way she cares for me, smothers me with her love, looks after me like a second mother and wife in combination, she's literally the best. The best thing to have happened to me. Ever.

After our beautiful honeymoon, I was sick for a whole week and Syha has taken care of me in the best way possible. She deserves a payback, something to make her feel special—which she is—and a little break from the teadious work.

So, after work, I pick her up from her office and take her to the mall. We shop around a bit for our family. Her parents have come to the States and we have arranged a family dinner next sunday. Syha picks out stuff for the ladies whereas I select gifts for the men in our family.

For Syha, I secretly buy a golden chain with our initials carved on it. A surprise to show her my gratitude for her great love.

We eat at the food court and Syha talks about her day at work, the project they're working on. I also chime in about my work here and there. I pay the bill and we head out of the mall hand in hand. I drive us home and we take a shower together. Obviously ending up kissing more and showering less.

Pressing Syha against the shower wall, as warm water from the spray heads on both the walls cascade down our bodies, I kiss her deeply with a need grown from a needy primal part in me. She responds with equal vigor, combing through my hair tight and opening her mouth wide. My tongue claims its territory viciously, sucking and licking over every crevice and Syha rewards me with tiny, satisfying moans.

Eventually we break apart from the kiss and Syha doesn't waste a second in grasping me in her hand while she kisses all over my neck. I groan and throw my head back, supporting myself with a hand on the shower and close my eyes in ecstacy. Her hand works skillfully and fast, bringing me to my edge as she sucks hickeys on my collarbone. She's so good in taking care of me.

"Fuck." With a groan, I cum in her hand and she grins, leaning up to kiss my lips passionately.

Then she takes her time in shampooing my hair and washing my body. And then it's my turn.

I turn her around so her back's to my chest and make foamy suds on my hands with the soap. I begin washing her body with reverent care. She shivers as I press soft kisses to her shoulder, my hands circling under her boobs with the soap. Her head falls back against my shoulder as she breathes heavily and raises her hand to grip my hair for support.

I take my time in lathering her with the soap, gently going up to rub over her bouncy breasts and make sure to pinch those hardened nipples till she's softly whimpering and fluttering her eyelashes. So beautiful.

After I have rinsed her body off the suds, once again deliberately touching every way she needs me to, I push her back against the wall and lift her up, with her thighs around me and my hands firm on her round buttcheeks. She gasps and rolls her eyes backwards when I slowly enter her slippery walls.

It's a heavenly feeling. Syha whimpers and digs her nails on my shoulders as I make love to her, and kiss her all the same. Deep, slow and thoroughly. We cum together and Syha collapses in my arms from exhaustion.

I rinse us up then cover our bodies with dry towels. Syha's half asleep by the time I carry her to bed. I dress her up in one of my oversized hoodies. She puts on just panties underneath. I chuckle and tuck her in then dress up in a shirt and shorts. When I walk to the bed, she has her eyes open half-liddedly and my mouth waters when she pulls the hoodie up and reaches a hand out for me.

A giddy bubble covers our peace. I climb on the bed and join her under the blanket. She strokes my hair and kisses my forehead as I latch onto her softened nipple. I suck and lick over it till it hardens again and Syha releases deep sighs of relief. I massage her left boob in my palm while suckling the right one. Sleep comes to me easily.

I think, no I know this is the ultimate happiness a man craves and can have in life.

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