Sameer kisses me gently and I know the amount of control he is exerting on himself to not to pounce on me right here. His long, gentle but passionate kiss conveys me that he's happy, thankful and needy, all in once. Happy because we are finally going to consummate our marriage in this very house, thankful because his wife has taken this step by herself and needy because... well, the way his tongue is playing with mine inside our mouths, it's saying everything.

His one hand slides down my face and is now wandering on my body. Is he trying to feel the satin just the way I wanted to feel? But it doesn't seem like it. It's more about feeling my body that's beneath that satin. He starts with my hands, the only part that is bare now, tracing the length of my arm from forearms to arm and then dipping his palm in the sleeve of the robe. He has done this before innumerable times, but he's so capable of arousing different sensations in me everytime.

His fingers then trace the exposed part of my collarbone, the embroidery work of the lace, and they brush on my breasts. I gasp between the kiss, which is again consumed by Sameer. He's feeling my hardened nipples with his playful fingers. I was already gone due to the kiss, and now this act has suddenly raised the temperature. Now, I'm melting. Like literally. He cups my left breast over the fabric and pinches my nipple more.

I'm losing my control gradually and I fist his shirt in my palms. He walks closer to me and makes me retreat purposely while our kiss turns into an intense one. I walk back as directed, not knowing the purpose and my hands instinctively travel on his chest.

Why didn't I think of this earlier?

Well, I can multitask too. My hands roam on his chest impatiently, exactly the way he is messing my nightie with his hands on my breasts and belly. We are short of breath during the kiss as it never ceased.

He stops us after a few steps and breaks the kiss to turn me, to pull my back to his chest. We both take the much needed air and I lean back on him, resting my head on his chest. My eyes are still closed, I'm just feeling every bit of Sameer only through my other senses. My nostrils let me feel his masculine fragrance, my ears let me know of his uneven breathing, my tongue still carries his taste from the kiss, my hands feel his forearms around my belly and my back experiences his erection.

He nuzzles through the side of my throat, to my jaw, to my temple and my hair. He likes to inhale my shampoo. He must also smell the fragrance of rose. He kisses my cheeks softly, trailing the kisses to my ear, suckling my ear and earlobe and making me melt into more and more liquid. I'm utterly hot and bothered even if I feel the cold air through my wet ear. He goes down now and blesses my neck with his licks and nibbles. Not forgetting the gentle kiss on the beads of my mangalsutra. But he doesn't do much. Why isn't he taking it further to my shoulder as always? And suddenly he stops.

What happened? Did I think it too aloud?

"Aankhein kholo Naina..." He whispers in my left ear and I do so while breathing through my mouth.

The sight erupts goosebumps on my body all over again. We are standing in front of the mirror, though at a distance. My nightie is completely messy and the knot is loosened to an extent that it parts the seam of the robe, showing my short nightie underneath it. He is clutching me tightly above my stomach, making my breasts squeeze slightly. Our eyes meet in the mirror and I see Sameer as calm as the ocean.

My eyes travel down as he moves his left hand towards the knot and I look at him agape. He's calm again. He pulls one end of the knot and as It didn't require much effort, it opens and the robe parts into two seams. A little instinctive jerk by my own body and it happily opens fully. The short nightie I wore inside is now fully visible along with my bare knees and legs. I had prepared myself for this moment but certainly not this way.

Isn't Sameer too smart right now than he was downstairs?

I see a spark in his eyes as he looks at me from top to bottom in the mirror. Didn't I say this is his favorite place in this room? Yes, for this very reason. He lets me see him seeing me. His palms trace my hands up towards the shoulder and clutches the fabric in his fists. I stiffen. I knew this would happen but it felt good when we kept delaying it. My shyness is peeking again and I want to bury it somewhere. Sameer hushes in my ear, murmuring how beautiful I'm looking in his chosen nightie and I relax again. He slides down the robe slowly through my arms and the next moment, I find it on the floor, in between our feet.

His eyes are wide and mouth open, I know he's sucking as much air as possible. His palms are on the straps of the nightie, on my bare shoulders and taking a step back, he tries to see my back. My breathing is erratic, my hormones and my blood are running dysfunctionally in my body, my face is flushed due to the blood-rush and there's absolute wetness in my panties. I close my eyes blushing hard and swiftly turn towards him to hide myself in his chest, groping his shirt tightly.

He chuckles, holds my waist from both sides, feeling the satin and then I feel his hand on my bare back. Of course the nightie had to have a deep back with narrow straps.

Oh no!! I gave him a better view of my back through the mirror.... Can I just bang my head on his chest??

Because my husband has just caught me in between a rock and a hard place. There are two hard places though... his hard chest and his hard length.

I need to get out of this cycle. If he's planning to bare me all in front of the mirror, then I'm certainly not in for this. I try to run towards the wall but he is too quick to get the hold of me. Yet I succeed in dragging him with me. This is still fine. At least we are out of the sight of the mirror.

I lean on the wall, pulling him more to me. Without a delay, I direct my hands to his shirt's buttons. Two were already undone, just three more now. Sameer obliges me by keeping his hands unmoved on my waist and letting me do my work. It didn't take much time but what made me blush again was to take his shirt out of his jeans. He could have at least tucked it out after he freshened up. But no, he has to make things difficult for me.

I look at him perplexed and he gives me a smirk. Does he think that his wife wouldn't do it? Of course not! By applying a little force, I take his shirt out of his pants and it catches the floor soon, revealing my biggest enemy, his vest to me. Well, I'll deal with it later.

There's an appreciative look in Sameer's eyes and he proves it instantly by giving a deep but short kiss on my lips. Okay, but what's next? Should we move to bed now? I'm clueless.

But Sameer does the opposite again as he turns me... again... this time to the wall. Now what?

He pins me on the cold wall and I gasp. Is this a new move that we didn't try before? Okay, I'm excited.

I've been excited and aroused since evening...

My hair are sided on a shoulder and all I can do is wait... anticipate his move... My palms are flat on the wall and my vision is blocked. Ugghhhh... Mirror was a better option. I can't even guess his reaction seeing my fully exposed back now. I want to-

"Ohhh..." Spills from my mouth as Sameer's wet lips are on my nape and not just being there, but they are roaming all over my back. My palms curl on the wall grasping nothing and the same fate goes with my toes. I arch my shoulders when I feel his kisses right on my spine, I clench my thighs when his hand massages my breast again, I throw my head back when he nibbles hard on my neck. All in all, I'm trembling under his sweet assault. I'm bewitched under his spell.

But everything he is doing is happening excruciatingly slowly. As if he's devouring me leisurely. Within 10 minutes, we shifted from the fifth gear to the first one. From extremely urgent and needy to suddenly patient and relaxed. I know only Sameer can do this. He's giving me time to adjust to the new moves, to his touches and his lips at never done before places.

I want to kiss him badly... so badly... and not just on his lips but all over his chest... Can I do this?

A fleeting thought in my mind and Sameer turns me towards him. He attacks my lips hungrily and I smile between the kiss at our strong telepathy. I've often experienced this.

My hands are on his waist, on his vest. I had already decided that in no case Sameer should be more clothed than me. Everytime he strips a piece of cloth off me, I'll do the same to him. I know we are wearing exactly four layers of clothes and one layer is already off. But there's no rule that he only should unwrap me first. I can do it too. So I pull his vest out slowly. Sameer is surprised for sure but I've kept his attention on my tongue that's playing in his mouth. The vest is now lifted up to his chest and we both stop kissing as his hands are raised instinctively. The vest is off through his head and thrown on the floor.

Our eyes meet and I see his eyes getting darker and darker. It's the mixt of love, lust and desire. And I have no doubt that mine reflect exactly the same. Keeping my palm on his bare chest, I push him to walk back and eventually fall on the bed. His legs are half dangling, so he moves up to adjust himself properly, lying there with a grin on his face and a proud feeling in his heart.

My reply to his grin is a smirk. I crawl on the bed to reach him and straddle his thighs. The satin material stretches on my thighs and shifts up. Sameer is flabbergasted seeing my bold moves. How do I get so much courage to do all this? Is it because of the thumping of my heart? Is it because of the throbbing in my core? Is it because of the shivers in my spine?

NO...

It's because of this man lying half-naked in front of me. It's because of the longing this man has for me in his eyes. He makes me feel beautiful.... He makes me feel desirable.... He destroys my childhood beliefs that I'm not lovable. He vandalizes every thought in my mind that nobody would desire me. Every belief of mine has fallen apart now. I know I'm lovable and desirable. Only because of this man... Sameer Maheshwari.

This makes me give in to him completely. This gives me confidence that I can express my every wish and desire. This makes me follow my instincts at a given time. So I do that. By supporting myself on my arms, I lean on him and put soft kisses as my routine. From forehead, to nose, to cheeks and then to lips. But the kisses are short this time as my aim is a bit different. I move down to his throat, neck and shoulders, putting the kisses, licks and nibbles as he does.

He grabs my waist and moans. The fact that I'm able to get a reaction from him too makes me so satisfied. But then, he does something different and all my hunger for him rises again. Just like right now. He shifts his hands from my waist to my thighs and caresses my bare skin there. I know he wanted to touch me there since he registered that I'm wearing a short nightie. His hands work on my thighs and my lips work on his collarbone. My lips aren't jealous of my hands anymore. They are right on the place once my hands were. Just like now my hand is on his nipple, on his mole and I'm tempted to kiss there too.

And I surely will. I'm purely driven by my instincts and desires, and there is no place for any apprehensions.

I continue to kiss his chest, giving him moments of bliss and sliding down on his body to get my lips leveled to his nipple. And I kiss and run my tongue on it in a circular pattern. I didn't know how this came to me, it just happened. I'm losing again and my senses informed me that I'm sitting right on his hardened length. How didn't I feel it before? Was I too focused on kissing his nipple?

Anyway... My body reacts without my permission again and my hips move in a back and forth motion over his jeans. I gasp heavily and my head is thrown back. Oh God!!! This feels so good.... so good that I can feel more and more fluid in between my legs.

"Nainaaa...." Sameer groans with his eyes shut. His voice is hoarse and I discern his state of arousal. If I'm not wrong, then he's controlling so badly. He partially opens his eyes to look at me and I see his control snapping... and it did.

He pulled me on him and in a fraction of second, our positions were flipped. He hovers on me, not settling completely. "Mujhse ab raha nahi jaa raha hai Naina..." He whispers gazing at me.

"Mujhse bhi..." I answer the truth, caressing his cheek.

He smiles and dips down to kiss me but then he pauses. He looks around on the bed and then at his feet hitting the footboard. We are lying almost diagonally on this bed, in an awkward position and he possibly intends to correct it first. As I predicted, he urges me to lie down vertically, as our normal sleeping position.

Are we moving to the final act?

I adjust myself, my head rests on my pillow and I adjust the nightie that had raised much above. He shifts too and hovers over me again. "Naina... just relax okay..." He says with utmost love. Exhaling from my mouth, I nod. I wonder where his 'relax' is directed to. He had mentioned the 'pain' part, but till now I've experienced only pleasure and gratification. Maybe it will come now? Whatever and whenever it is, I'm ready for it.

"Kya soch rahi ho?" Sameer questions, quirking his brow.

Not again...!! He has caught me off-guard while thinking and blushing to myself.

I bite my lower lip and shake my head in no. He watches the lip-movement and a heavy grunt comes out his throat. And he attacks... he attacks my lips hungrily, using his teeth to free my lower lip from my own teeth. He somewhat settles on me, still balancing himself on his left forearm while his right hand runs all over my body, touching me eagerly over the satin. He squeezes my breast hard and I arch my back, gasping in his mouth. He parts my legs and settles completely on me.

He then leaves open mouth kisses on my cheeks, throat and neck. His fingers play with the strap of my nightie for a second and he pulls it down my shoulder. But he stops and lifts himself up slightly. I frown to see him frowning looking at the straps. Oh, he has finally found the second strap, the strap of my bra right under the nightie one.

He looks at it and laughs. He laughs. Right in the middle of our sensual act. So he knows that the bra isn't supposed to be worn under this one. Okay, I know I'm stupid that I wore bra under this nightie whereas it wasn't needed. But I couldn't muster the courage to skip wearing it while bathing.

Had he checked all the pieces of the nightie? He must have. To pack the robe and the long nightie for our honeymoon, he must have opened the polythene and gone through all the pieces. The picture of him holding this set of undergarments is making me blush to the core. I know this is the only reaction I've been producing since evening.

I slap his arm hiding my blush, "Kya hai?" I laugh with him.

He looks at me adoringly, as if he found my gesture cute and sweet. "I love you..." He mumbles, pecks my lips and resumes his kisses. And so I stroke his chest and back with my hands.

It takes no time for me to drown into pleasure again as Sameer kisses and nibbles the swell of my breasts, whatever is accessible. He still hasn't touched the redundant knot on the center of the neckline of the nightie and I wonder if he forgot the mannequin act. But as he could hear my thoughts, he pulled the string of the knot and opened it. Nothing happened. It was just for the sake of it. But his eyes shine and his lips turn upward. Probably he has fulfilled one of his fantasies.

All this while, I was feeling Sameer's hardness on my core and I was lost in it that produced the majority of my moans. But since Sameer shifted downwards, I lost contact and now I'm craving for the friction. He moves though, but rather than his length, his belt poked on my stomach.

Sameer goes down further and is over my stomach now. I'm waiting for his kisses there but he gets up and sits on his knees. Seeing his muscular chest and the sinewy muscles, I forget for a moment that my legs are parted, that my nightie is stretched up and my thighs are on to the display more than necessary. I just wait for him to proceed with whatever he has in his mind. Thankfully, he acts on it soon and caresses my knee with his soft and big palms. I feel butterflies in my guts with the gentle touch. He drags his hands upwards and they are on my thighs now. My toes curl, I urge to fold my legs but he's sitting right in between my legs, so I can't.

He squeezes my thighs, almost massaging them and slowly moves upwards, cluttering the nightie too. I hit my head back on the pillow and exhale a heavy breath. In the multiple scenarios that I imagined for how Sameer would take this nightie off, the visuals created in my mind were of the nightie sliding down my body from top to bottom. But it didn't cross my mind that it can be the other way round too. And Sameer does exactly the opposite of my imagination. He would be taking it off from my head. The fact that my underwear would be visible to him for the first time makes me nervous.

Well, had it been otherwise, it would have been the first again. Everything happening onwards from here will be for the first time in the 10 months of our marriage. I look back at him. His eyes and his hands are fixed on my thighs, much closer to the line of my underwear. I don't know if he's lost at the sight or preparing himself for his first too, but he has paused. Staying in this awkward position for long would make me more and more nervous. I was nervous when he took the robe off but then I got used to this one within some time. So it's better that we're done with it too.

Of course, I only have to do something.

I lift my hips, allowing him to drag the nightie up from it. He looks at me surprisingly and performs the act in a daze. The nightie is upto my belly and now he only has to do something as all my boldness splintered into pieces after seeing him ogling at the pink lace panties and my thighs. Is my wetness visible on it too? Because I'm a pool now.

He holds my wrist and pulls me up. I fold my knees on one side to sit properly and he adjusts his position too. I remember how we were so awkward and kept changing into comfortable positions on the first night of our honeymoon. We are just repeating the same stuff, the only difference being this time I'm wearing the nightie and almost half bare in it.

He slowly lifts up the material and I squirm sensing the slight touch of his fingers on my skin. My hands raise automatically as we stare into each other's eyes and the nightie is finally off of my body after messing my hair. Now I'm only in two pieces of clothes. Well, he too is, but his is still a decent one. He's still wearing the jeans I've started hating.

Sameer doesn't look at my body straightaway. Rather, he cradles my face and touches his forehead to mine, closing his eyes. We stay there and just breathe for our life. I recognize that all the happenings are new to him too, like seeing his wife only in the innerwears. I have at least seen him only in a towel multiple times till date. But for him, he had seen me getting out of the bathroom fully dressed. Always. Or whenever I had to change to go out, I would always shut the door of the room and he would be waiting on the swing outside of it. Even during our make-outs, his hands would be inside my clothes, but my clothes were never off.

So just as my subconscious reaction after taking the nightie off was to cover myself first, his was to close his eyes. While I didn't follow my instincts, he actually did. How did I get so lucky?

To encourage him to continue, I run my hands on his torso. He distances a little to look at me and tucks my messy hair behind my ear. He needs to believe that it's really happening and work faster now. His palms finally wander on my neck and shoulders and mine roams down to his belt.

I don't want the belt grazing on my bare skin on the stomach. So I start unbuckling it. It surprises Sameer. No. It stuns him. But I won't back off. I always wanted to unbuckle his belt and I'm finally doing it. I can't resist a victory smile on my face once it's done and Sameer chuckles. He asks in my ear whether he should take his pants off and I nod peering at him.

He gets down the bed and looks at me. Probably my view from his position is quite enticing as I see his eyes sparkle. But his attention is on jeans, and mine too. He unbuttons it and slides it down from his legs one by one, revealing his black box-briefs. If I saw a bulge on his pants or jeans and formed a random theory about it, then I was absolutely wrong. His length is definitely bigger than what I had thought, and I can say that even with a look at his underwear. I squeeze my legs together to soothe the throbbing.

This time when he crawls on the bed, I see determination and confidence in his eyes. His mischievous smile is back and I couldn't thank my stars more. He's actually approaching me on all his fours, with a glint of playfulness. He's utterly close to me, which makes me lay on the bed and he settles on me.

Yes, I got my lion back.

The fact that we're in bare minimum clothes arouses me to the next level. His bare legs brushing my bare legs, his flat belly making a direct contact with mine, and his erection rubbing my core with only our briefs on; everything together kindled my desires and made it reach to maximum. I moan heavily. We are so close... so close to the final act, yet I don't know what that act is. I just know there's more.

I don't know if he forgot that he was on my belly before this, but he resumes the kisses from my neck again. This time, his kisses reflect his need and hunger for me. It's fast, a bit rough and I like it. Going down from my breasts, he kisses my belly. And I suck air through my mouth again. He puts kisses all over my stomach, some gentle, some rough. He runs his tongue and sometimes bites the skin lightly. Meanwhile his one hand is kneading my breast and another is stroking my inner thighs.

What am 'I' doing in all this?

I'm lost in the blissful feeling created by his stubble on my belly. The rasp of his stubble on my skin is churning my insides. My hands grab his hair and my feet rub on the bedsheet. I'm totally at his mercy. He kisses below my navel now, almost on the hem of my panties and I clench my thighs together, still being careful not to lock his face in between.

He comes up and hushes me, gives soft pecks on my lips and cheeks and I'm at ease again. His hand is back on my left breast and he softly massages it. He smiles little, probably he sees comfort in my eyes and draws both his hands to my back, but they are of course restrained. I know what he intends to do.

"Relax Naina..." He says it again. I comprehend how making me feel relaxed has been his first priority. He knows what I've been experiencing in this long journey of ours and how I get anxious and conscious with every new step taken. But he's always there for me, to calm me down, to utter sweet nothings in my ear, to stroke my back affectionately and to kiss me with pure love.

I arch my back and let him dig his hands behind on the hooks of my bra. My hands itch to switch off the night lamp. Though I'm relaxed, the shy me is popping out at the moment. But I've decided to give it to longing and my need. Also, I equally want to see him, I want to see him naked in his primal form and I want to see him watching me. So I direct my hand to the bedsheet instead and let him do his work.

His hands are on my back, I know they're struggling with the hooks. But I give him time. He's quite clumsy back there, and it made me chuckle.

He looks at me frowning. "Kar raha hu, thik hai na..." He says annoyingly but then blushes seeing my wide smile.

God!!! My husband looks so cute when he blushes.

Just some time more and he finally unclasps my bra. My grin fades and awareness of the moment takes over me again. But I don't want this to repeat over and over. I need to break this vicious cycle. All this is part of this beautiful night that I'm going to share with Sameer. I can't break the flow everytime getting nervous and then let Sameer spend his time relaxing me. Shattering all my nervousness, I let him take my bra off.

I don't even feel like covering myself now. Even if Sameer is staring at my bare front, though adoringly. "Beautiful..." is the word from him and I sigh satisfactorily. He cups my right breast in his left hand, and not giving me any time to adjust with the touch, he gobbles on my left one hungrily.

I hold my breath and clutch the bedsheet hard in my fists. My eyes roll back in my head and I arch my back again. His tongue is teasing my nipple and even my gasps are produced in gaps. He swirls his tongue around it, and I moan his name.

This was inevitable! When I did the same with his nipple and the mole, somewhere I knew it was going to happen with me too.

Should I take the credit that he followed my move? Or even this was a natural instinct?

I'm unable to decide as my brain cells have taken a break from their duty. The only cognition I'm aware of is that I'm just being pleasured by this man.

Sameer's other hand isn't idle there. He's massaging my right breast and pinching the nipple, making it even harder. He now switches to the other breast and does the same. Meanwhile, he hasn't forgotten to rub himself on my body. I wonder how he is able to focus on so many things together. He's licking and sucking and biting my breast, kneading the other one and still moving up and down on me.

He's only giving and giving... he's just showering his love on me... just differently.

Who would have thought that an ordinary girl Naina Agarwal will be loved this much by a handsome man Sameer Maheshwari? Who's caressing every part of my body with utmost care and kissing it. Who's literally worshiping my body and protecting it as it belongs to him. At least I didn't. I still believe this is just a dream. But then he bites me, and makes me believe it's not. It's reality more beautiful than my dream.

Suddenly, his hands travel down and I wait where it will go now. Maybe on my thighs again. But he touches me at the most unexpected place. He touches me right on the juncture in between my legs, right on my core, though over the lace.

He presses over it and we both leave a big 'ohhh' from our mouths. Mine is for the sheer pleasure I got from the pressure at the point. And his... I know what his 'oh' is for. His 'oh' is for my wetness he has felt on his fingers.

"You're so wet..." He whispers in my ear and I just bury myself in the crook of his neck. His voice is so deep and hoarse. I know he's on the verge of losing it. He has been controlling for so long, focusing only on my body and giving me pleasure. Proving it, he doesn't let me stay there longer and gets up on his knees. Hooking his fingers in the hem of my underwear, he looks at me to seek consent.

I know I'm stepping into an entirely unknown territory.... into a wonderland where I know nothing... where I don't know where to go and how to proceed. It's like a huge field, an open space or a dense jungle. I've somehow got into it and now I don't know the way out of here. I don't know if it would lead me to a more dangerous situation or it would set me free. The only thing I know here is it would lead me to pleasure. I know that in the end, there will be a paradise of ecstasy, a heaven where I'm united with my husband, a rainbow of our beautiful relationship. And I'm not scared at all to move ahead.

No. I'm not.

Because I have my life partner with me. 'Mera humsafar'. I just need to hold his hand and follow him blindly. If there isn't any pathway, then I know he would discover one. If there are any obstacles, then I know he would cross them. If he feels it's becoming difficult for me, then he will wait, he'll let me take my time to overcome it and then proceed again. I know he would. I just need to trust him.

But haven't I always done that...??? it's a no brainer for me...

I close my eyes to take a deep breath, a breath that would be changing my life henceforth. Opening my eyes, I look into Sameer's eyes. He's waiting for my signal with nervousness. I give him a smile. A genuine one. And I nod.

I surrender.

I lift my hips for the second time and he slides down my panties slowly. Both our eyes are fixed on that piece of satin that was on my knees now. I clenched my legs, hindering the view. But he doesn't object. The last layer of cloth is off of my body and Sameer comes to my lips. He's patient with me, putting short and gentle kisses all over my face. Down in the south, he caresses my thighs and tries to relax me. His hand moves up and he parts my legs again. This time, I allow. My lips are busy kissing his lips but my entire attention, my mind is down there on his hand.

He touches me there on the softest bundle of nerves and my whole body arches, breaking our kiss. I never ever felt this pleasurable. This is part of my body but I haven't touched it the way Sameer is doing. I look at him and he's inhaling from his mouth just as me. His eyes are shut and probably he's just.... feeling it...

I gasp. I move my head back and forth. I fist his hair in my hands. I moan. I moan his name.

I can't see anything, but I can feel everything. His two long fingers are teasing the soft flesh over there while his thumb is pressing hard on top of it. This whole act is too pleasurable for my life. And he just decides to intensify it more by sliding a finger inside me. I grab the sheets again with a moan, and he joins me too. This feeling is so alien to me but at the same time it feels so good. He moves the fingers inside and out, and I squirm and wiggle and squirm and wiggle.

At this moment... at this very moment... I comprehend what the final destination of all this is...

As natural and as primitive it could be, my feminine instincts told me everything. Just like how you don't need to teach an infant how to suckle his mother's breast for milk; you don't need to teach a naked woman, who is high under arousal, what lovemaking is. It wasn't his fingers that were meant to be there inside me, but it is his erection. Sameer is probably just trying to make me get used to it, to the feeling of an alien object inside my body... to the feeling of his genitals in mine.

He removes his fingers and I feel empty. But his next move is more than electrifying as he gets down the bed again. I see his hands on his briefs and I just wait when he will take it off. Yes, my eyes are fixed on it and nowhere else. I want to see it. Even he knows I'm watching it. He exhales a long breath through mouth, almost audible to me. He's preparing himself for it too. We both are on our way to discover this phenomenon called 'lovemaking'.

He drops his underwear and I suck huge amount of air. It's actually so long and hard. Hard as iron. He doesn't wait for anything and straightaway makes space for himself in between my legs. Did he notice that I shaved 'there'? He must have, but he didn't comment anything yet. He parts my legs holding my knees and I'm fully open now. I close my eyes for a moment, to sink in with the fact that 'this is that special moment and it is happening'. And my eyes are back at our position.

He hovers over me, balancing himself on his hands. He checks my 'readiness' by touching me there once and sighs. And then fixes himself at my entrance.

"Naina... tumhe dard hoga ab..." He informs me, the concern is clear in his eyes. So the 'pain' part finally comes. Okay, I'm ready for it. I nod, placing my hands on his shoulders. I find them more supportive than the bedsheet.

He exhales heavily again and-

"Ahhh... " I wince in sheer pain as he pushes himself inside me in a single slow thrust. I squeeze my eyes shut, sinking my nails in his shoulders. I clench my insides on him and he groans aloud. I never knew that a woman's body has this much of a hollow to fit in a man's erection so well. I never knew such emptiness existed in my body and I never felt so fuller.

He rests on me, keeping his forehead on mine. We both are just getting adjusted to this new sensation, to this new feeling. The pain is indeed sharp, almost giving a feel of tearing if thousand muscles. Yes, it is painful.

After some deep breathes, I ignore the pain and focus on his hot breaths on my face. He tries to sooth me with some of his sweet gestures and I comfort him by stroking his shoulders, telling him that I'm okay. He asks me the same and I confirm.

He starts moving cautiously, in and out, keeping a slow pace. If earlier, he let me adapt to his fullness inside me, then at this moment, he is letting me adapt to the movement, to his speed. He nuzzles my throat, moving up to my cheeks and temple. He put gentle kisses on my face, keeping up with the space, and his hand roams on my body. Maybe he's trying to distract me from the pain with his kisses and touches. But my body has adjusted well to his slow thrusts. And I'm actually feeling pleasurable from it.

He now kisses my collarbone and my breasts, leaving soft bites all over. He doesn't do it to distract me anymore, he does it because he feels like doing it. He increases his tempo and I'm squeezing my thighs again, but it's him firmly settled on me, so instead I squeeze on his hips. My hands work on his back as he moves in and out. I scratch it when he pulls out and thrusts hard, I hold it for dear life when captures my nipples in his teeth, I pull him to my body with the help of his back when I feel the contact of our bodies is lost.

He had increased his pace again and I found myself lifting my hips to make contact again. Yes, I need that contact desperately. The way his entire body rubs with mine, the way his hard chest presses my soft bosom and hardens my nubs more and more, the way he keeps my legs over his so that we are tangled in each other like a puzzle... All the things together are pushing me close to insanity. I'm totally under his control now and I cannot deny that I so want it to be.

I pull him to kiss him hard. I bite his lips passionately, I thrust my tongue in his mouth and take complete dominance of our kiss. A part of my brain laughs at the situations, as I can do only this much with bites and thrusts. And the other part... well, the logical part of my brain is completely shut. The brain cells present over there have pulled down the shutter of their work, went home and just slept. Because, that's not working at all. All I could feel is the hormonal rush in my body, the speed my heart has chosen to beat with and the fluid that I keep producing over there so that our friction becomes easy. Yes, that's the main function of it as a natural lubricant.

Woww!! Sameer can't taunt me anymore for dropping biology.

As I'm lost in another world, Sameer brings my attention back to him. He lifts himself and sits on his knees, bending a bit forward and by keeping his big palms on my waist, he keeps thrusting again... harder and faster this time... I'm sure he wants to see me writhing in pleasure underneath him, he wants to see his effect on me. His eyes scan my naked body and mine, his... his eyes are at my breasts first and they slowly travel upwards to my face. While I watch how his every muscle is flexing, how his broad chest and his flat abdomen make me desperate to touch it, I see how his hair keeps bouncing on his forehead due to the thrusting movements and how he's breathing rapidly through his mouth. Finally, when my eyes meet his, I see pride in it and a virtual smirk he's giving me through his eyes. He's definitely enjoying the state I'm in. I'm a complete moaning mess. Well, his state is not any more different than mine. He is panting heavily. But I wonder how he is able to keep his eyes open, because I certainly cannot.

Amidst our stare competition, he forces me to follow his hand movement. I look at his right hand and-

Ohh Goddd!!! He touches my core with this thumb and presses it hard. My head bounces on the pillow again and again, I inhale as much air again and again. I scratch his wrists, whatever was accessible to me. He's driving me crazy with his hard thrusts and the teasing on my folds simultaneously.

I'm soaked. I'm soaked in the pleasure of the rollercoaster ride he has taken me to. If I thought that I had some thrilling experiences in my life, then they were nothing compared to what I'm feeling right now. I feel like I'm falling from the sky, but on the clouds. The falling movement twists my guts but the clouds save my life. Right now, it's just the same. I'm thrilled with all the experience but at the same time, I feel so safe with Sameer.

So safe, so protected, so loved.

He continues to press and rub me on the core, along with the thrusts and I continue to drown myself in the pool of pleasure. I observe a different sensation there between my legs, that is now intensifying and spreading all over my body. I cannot take it anymore and I grab the sheet again. The sensation rises and rises, it's all over my body now. From my face, to the goosebumps on my neck, to my spine, to my toes, to every cell of my body. My insides clench hard on his length and I squeeze my eyes shut. I lift my head from the pillow, breathing only from my mouth and I see only black and gold in front of my eyes.

I was at the peak of my pleasure!!

My head falls on the pillow, there's sweat on my forehead and my lips are utterly dried, as if all the liquid was taken out from all the parts of the body to provide it there. Sameer seemed to have slowed down too.

When I came back to my senses, I looked at Sameer. He was right above my face, showing pride and pleasure through his facial expressions. He kisses me and raises his speed to the maximum now. He goes deeper and deeper, and I understand what uniting two souls and two bodies mean. He had taken my soul a few years back and now he's taking my body too. I'm sharing every aspect of my existence with him, even my body now, and the fact makes me happy and proud.

I hear his hard breaths and I peer at him. He's staring at me... without a blink... I know he is reaching his peak too. He just continues, he doesn't stop. And soon, I see his movements getting clumsy. He's moaning aloud, his voice is vibrating in the room. He too shuts his eyes and hits me to the hilt. The veins on his neck stiffen and he holds me tight. I hear his grunts in my ear and I fear if he is in pain too. He stops moving and collapses on me. He had reached his climax too.

We stay in the same position for a long time. I caress his neck and his hair, trying to relax him just the way he did to me. We are glistening with sweat but it doesn't feel dirty one bit. I kiss his ear, trailing down to the side of his neck and shoulder, and he finally lifts himself to look at me.

"Naina... aaj toh maar hi diya tha tumne mujhe..." He summarizes all his feelings of this night in one sentence. Smiling sheepishly, he pecks my lips and hides his face again in my chest. I just giggle.

I stroke his back, he is still very much inside me but probably softened. After some time, he pulls out of me and I sigh. But he slides down on the bed but doesn't seem to move much. So I switch the night lamps off, grab the duvet and pull it over us. His head is there on my chest, his big arm pulls me further to him from my waist and he hurls his one leg on mine.

We lie there completely sated, having experienced the euphoria of gratification, desires and the carnal hunger. There is no shyness left in between us. There is no space for any doubt, apprehension and fear. If anything is there then it's pure love for each other.

I play with his hair while he draws patterns on my waist. There's only one candle that's lighting in the corner. Probably its flame is the outcome of our burning desires, of the heat produced by the friction of our bodies and the fire lit in our hearts.

I might have taken 10 months for this special night to occur, but whatever transpired between us tonight has led me to asking for it again and again. I am not going to think what Sameer will think of me. I'll ask for it when I need it. Because he's my soulmate. He has consumed every cell of my body, he has taken over my mind and my soul.

I've just surrendered to him completely....

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Phhewww... Finally done with this looonnggg chapter and the short story as well.

Let me know how do you find it.

What do you think about Samina's relationship henceforth?

Do vote and comment. I always love to read your comments and get the feedback.

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Also, I would like to answer to a question asked by one of the readers.

Did it feel like Swati was pushing Naina for 'suhagraat' at any point of their discussion?

In my opinion, certainly not. Swati only asked a question to Naina, to which Naina just answered in 'no', without giving much detail.

What Swati said after that was just a reflection of her upbringing, her school of thoughts, but at no point she was pushing her. She just asked a few questions and left.

When it comes to Naina, Swati's question worked only as a trigger for her,  a trigger to go down the memory lane and remember all the sweet moments with Sameer. Even when she thought about Swati, she thought about her knowledge and not her words like 'pati hone ka haq' and 'poori tarah se apnana'. At no given point later to that. And I can say this when 90% of the story was already written.

The decision was taken by Naina herself, without any outer force. I hope this clears the doubt.

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Love ❤️

Mugdha