(Chapter 9)

Syha

The ride home and our tumbling way upstairs to our room is a blur of giggles, kisses and laughter. But we finally make it to the bed and Araan's half naked and I still have my blouse and panties on. My body burns with the anticipation that we're gonna do it tonight. My first time and I sure hope Araan's too.

We are both too eager and desperate as Araan pushes me on the bed and pulls down his pants. He crawls on top of me and captures my already kiss-bitten lips in his mouth again. As he licks into my mouth, hands hovering over my body, I am achingly aware of his manhood pressing on my thigh as he ruts against it.

Heat and moisture pool in my panties and I can't help but buck my hips up to meet with his, pulling at his hair roughly, too gone in the haze to care. From the way he's groaning in my mouth, it gives me enough assurance that he's liking it just as much.

But the need to have more, to feel him skin on skin burns through my veins and I desperately claw at his boxers. As I'm about to pull them down, he abruptly stops kissing me and pulls away, drawing a pathetic whine out of me.

"What's wrong?" I ask breathlessly.

He sits back on his knees, breathing hard and cheeks flushed adorably, but the troubled look in his eyes makes me sit up and reach over. Breaking my heart, he pulls away fron my touch and presses the heels of his palms into his eyes.

"I-I'm sorry- I c-can't." He gasps as his chest heaves and not due to our intense moment just a moment ago. It's for a entirely different reason, putting me on alert.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. Love, it's okay." I sit up more and grab his forearms as he harshly rubs his eyes, still breathing labouredly. "Araan, baby, just breathe. You're okay." The nickname just slips out and it feels right since it does the work and he stops abusing his red rimmed eyes.

The broken look in them breaks my heart in two. I take his hands and keep them on my cheeks.

"It's okay, just breathe." I slowly speak and he gradually calms down, a single tear slipping down his eye. I wipe it away and lean up to plant a kiss on his forehead. "It's okay. We don't have to do anything you're not okay doing. Just take your time and come to me when you're ready. I'll be here, waiting for you." I assure softly, still holding his hands.

He lets out a watery smile. "Thanks. You're too kind to me."

Glad to see his upset expression off, I smile and interwine our hands together.

"I just want to be what you need." I say genuinely.

He looks down at our joined hands then up at me through his lashes, so fucking beautiful, and smiles shyly.

"Can you hold me?" He asks meekly. My heart's about to combust from how that request makes me feel. As if I'd ever say no to that.

"Of course, love." I unbutton my blouse and let it fall to the side, smirking inwardly as his eyes rake my chest.

"Skin contact is good for emotional health." I say as a matter of fact and lay back down, opening my arms for him.

He swallows not so subtly then slowly crawls into my open arms and buries his face in the crook of my neck. His breath's warm against my skin and sends shivers down my spine. He wraps his arms around my torso and I put mine around his broad shoulders.

"I'm so lucky to have you." He whispers and I shudder at the feel of his lips pressing a chaste kiss on my skin.

"I'm lucky to be here for you." I reply without hesitation and his grip around me tightens in the slightest.

It's perfect, to be in the arms of the person you love and hold them in your arms. To breathe the same air and have their lips press to your skin. It's everything and never enough.

If Araan needs time, I will give it to him. Untill he's ready to come to me, I'll be gladly holding him for as long as he needs me to.

Because I have already fallen for my husband and there's nothing I wouldn't do for him.

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