“Are you sure?” I ask. Her cheeks turn red as she nods.
F*ck!A grin immediately pulls at my lips as her fingers move to the button of my trousers. She undoes it and slowly pulls them down along with my boxers. I lift my hips slightly to make it easier for her, and within moments, the fabric is gone.
SIYA
I just stare at Raghav, watching him relax under my touch. His arms rest on either side of his head, and he shuts his eyes, surrendering himself to the moment.
And suddenly, I feel nervous. We’ve never done this before. In all our previous moments of intimacy, I have never beenthe one to pleasure Raghav like this, and my lack of experience certainly isn’t helping my confidence.
Then again, the man himself is enough motivation. The way he looks right now, completely at ease beneath me and willingly letting me take the lead, silences every doubt in my mind and give me the courage I need.
My heart pounds as I lower my gaze to his length. He’s already too big and too hard. For a second, I just look at him, wondering if I can really make him feel good. What if I embarrass myself by doing it all wrong?
Just then, Raghav’s fingers suddenly slide into my hair. Something about the way he does it makes my pulse race even faster.
His touch steadies me, grounds me, and within seconds, every inhibition I carried into this moment begins to melt away. The nervousness fades. The uncertainty disappears. And all that remains is the overwhelming need to be close to him. The desperation I felt earlier returns with full force, along with the longing I’ve been trying hard to control. I lean forward and stroke his length slowly.
Raghav groans, spreading his legs a little wider as he gets more comfortable beneath me. That’s the sign I needed to know I’m doing something right. I stroke him again before lowering my mouth and taking him as deep as I can. Raghav’s grip on my hair loosens, and then his hand falls away completely as he folds both arms beneath his head.
I glance up at him in the middle of my movements, and the sight nearly steals the breath from my lungs. His head is tilted back, his eyes are shut, and his chest rises and falls with every heavy breath. His lips are slightly parted, revealing just how lost he is in the moment. This look is something I’ll carry with me for the rest of my life.
He groans as I circle the tip with my tongue, then close my lips around it and suck gently. Every touch, every stroke, every time my mouth takes him deeper, he keeps whispering something about my mouth and tongue and what they are doing to him. I’m more than certain he’s having a great time. And somehow, knowing that only makes me want to give him more.
I increase my pace. His breathing grows heavier, and the tension building in his body is impossible to miss. Then he throws his head back hard against the mattress.
“F*ccccckkkkkk.”
The word tears from his lips, and the sound sends a rush of heat through me. Because for the first time, I realise just how much I affect him. How much power I have over this man. And I love it.
I’m just as lost in the moment as he is. Just as consumed. Just as desperate. I know he is close. I can see it in his expression, can feel it in the way his body tightens. But then, Raghav suddenly stops me. For one terrifying second, I think I’ve done something wrong. Pulling away, I immediately look up at him.
My cheeks are still aching, and my eyes are burning with tears. But before I can even ask, Raghav pulls me up. I straddle him once again as he hooks his fingers into my shorts and tugs at them impatiently. I raise my hips and quickly get rid of them.
He pulls me back to him again, kissing me hard, tasting himself on my tongue, before his fingers slip inside me and begin stroking me in return. The sensation of his fingers moving through my wetness is too much. As much as I want him to continue, I still pull away. Tonight, I’m too desperate for more, and every second of delay is testing my patience.
Equally desperate, Raghav gives his length another hard stroke before adjusting me over him. He grabs my hips as I sink down onto him, inch by inch, until he’s fully inside me.For weeks, we’ve been careful. For weeks, we’ve put recovery, healing, and everything else ahead of what we wanted. But tonight, there’s nothing standing between us anymore.
I ride him slowly at first, then gradually increase my pace, while his hands squeeze and fondle my breasts. I move faster as I fight for my release. I’m too close. So is he. Raghav’s fingers dig into my hips as he pulls me down harder, his hips thrusting up to meet every movement of mine. The friction, the angle of our bodies, everything feels too perfect. Every thrust hits the right spot. I’m too full, too consumed by him right now. The world fades away again until it’s justusin this moment.
Minutes later, a wave of pleasure begins to swirl within me. I brace my palms against his chest and throw my head back, finally finding the release I have been seeking. Seconds later, Raghav follows with a low, guttural groan. All the strength leaves my body after that, and I collapse against him, completely spent. His arms immediately come around me, holding me close as he slowly strokes my back, anchoring me to him.
Silence fills the room. I’m still on top of him, and he’s still inside me.
“You okay?” he asks.
I smile and push myself up slightly until I can see his face. “I’m more than okay.”
The tension in his shoulder eases at my words. Then, he rolls us over.
“Good.” He grins. “Let’s put the couch to good use. Our next session is happening there.”
I couldn’t agree more. In fact, ever since Haider’s surprise gift arrived, my overactive imagination has already come up with quite a few ideas for how to make the experience memorable for my husband.
Raghav kisses the top of my head. “I love you, Princess.”
“I love you more,” I say, looking back at him.
After everything we have survived and everything we nearly lost, being here together still feels like a miracle. He rests his forehead against mine as my fingers slide into his hair. And when he kisses me again, there is no urgency left in either of us. There’s only relief, love, and the quiet certainty that, despite everything that tried to tear us apart, we have finally found our way back to each other.
