It was probably the silence of a sweet dream that woke Bondita up from her evening nap, and for a moment she wondered where she was. It wasn't her room at Tulsipur, or the convent!
But, confusion only lasted a second, and then the memories flooded back, memories of happiness and joy and love. She turned to her side in her bed slowly only to find her baby sleeping peacefully beside her.
"Amar Shona!" Bondita kissed the forehead of the sleeping baby and sighed in deep contentment, thinking back over the last few days, over which the intense happiness of finding out the joy of her perfect family life arched like a glittering rainbow. Remembered tenderness made her smile and remembered passion made her breathing quicken, and suddenly she missed him, her Anirudh.

The bedroom led to another room adjacent, which the couple used as their dressing room, leading further to the attached bathroom with all modern amenities imported from Paris. As her senses acclaimatised more with the reality, she heard the burbling sound of cascading water coming from inside their bathroom.
Bondita narrowed her eyes before switching her gaze lazily at the fancy wall clock.

"Eighty twenty five!! Oh god how did I sleep this long!"
Bondita bit her tongue and eyed the peaceful sleeping baby. She slowly cradled her small frame, careful not to wake her up as she transferred her into the low lying crib beside the bed.

The night suddenly felt a little chilly. Bondita crossed to the window where the drapes still stood open, forgotten, and then to the half open door. And, as soon as she got out into the dressing room she heard running water, and as she crossed to the bathroom she realised that it was Anirudh, her Anirudh; she could hear him whistling above the noise.
Bondita smiled.

Without really thinking about it, Bondita tried the bathroom door, only to find to her surprise that it was not locked. Almost in a trance she opened it.

The spacious cubicle was a smooth curve of glass, the entrance not a door but an overlap in the design so she found herself watching him through two sheets of glass and the steam of the hot water. Even obscured the sight of Anirudh almost took her breath away, and she drank him in as he leaned his head back under the water, the droplets running in trickled down his chest, stomach, and between his legs. As her gaze lingered on his manhood Bondita bit her lip, remembering him making fierce love to her last night, the hard, thick length of him plunging deep into her, filling her, satisfying her...
Bondita swallowed hard.

The clear stream of water fell like a poem. Anirudh turned away, still not having seen her, clearly rinsing soapy water from his eyes, and without premeditation she found herself stepping forwards, still in her cotton night gown, and slipping between the panes of glass. The heat and steam of the shower would probably have been enough to overcome any shyness if she had felt at all uncertain, but the jolt of desire as she saw his backside slick with water was enough to make her instantly forget any misgivings, and she moved forward with surety to touch him and then slip her arms around his waist, pressing herself up against him.

She felt, rather than heard his gasp of surprise, but it was quickly subsumed by a moan of pleasure as she slid her hands over his stomach and reached down to caress him, his body responding quickly and his arousal increasing under her hands.
"Hey wife."
Bondita could almost feel that seductive smirk in his words.

"Hey husband." She responded back.
For a few moments Anirudh was seemed almost frozen, his breathing growing shallow as she wrapped her fingers round the rapidly hardening length of him. Then suddenly he grabbed her wrists and stopped her, only to spin around in her arms and pin her to the wall with a kiss so intense that Bondita felt as if her legs might not hold her up any more.
"Tell me if you want me!" He groaned into her shoulder undoing the knot of her gown as a sharp breath escalated Bondita's mouth.

"I... I want you." She moaned.
The wet flimsy gown had glide down her body and Anirudh pressed his hips into hers, his thigh pushing hers apart as he gazed into her face with a urgent look of naked desire, wet skin against wet skin, and then he was deep inside her, his hands under her backside, each thrust almost lifting her feet off the ground as he kissed her lips, her face, her neck.

"Ahh... Anirudh..." Bondita suppressed a scream by biting down on his shoulder as she felt his breathing getting heavier with each thrust. She felt a surge of pleasure building at her core, slowly spreading across every nerve of her body.
"Don't Stop... Anirudh.... Don't Stop..." She moaned loudly.

Quickly, too quickly, she felt him come, releasing himself outside her body, his gasps of pleasure in her ear dying down to heaving breaths as his mind returned from the brink of ecstasy.

"Sorry," Anirudh whispered in her ear as she felt him wilt around her body, but with his next breath he added, "I'll make it up to you," laughing, but the promise in his voice sending shivers down Bondita's spine.

The water still spilling over them, and her knees almost too weak with lust to keep her upright, Anirudh pressed his leg between hers to keep her steady as he reached for the soap bar. Bondita felt like a rag doll, too drunk with pleasure to resist, too deep in want and the need for gratification to do anything except watch him as he rubbed the soap between his hands, his eyes intense as he gazed at her, and then started to lather it slowly over her body.

"Shona how was your first day?" He hushed.

"Good." Bondita murmured as her head lolled back and she let herself float. He ran his hands all over her skin making her slippery with water, soap and love. He fondled her breasts until she moaned with pleasure, and she rubbed herself shamelessly against his thigh as he rolled her nipples between his fingers.

"What did you learn?" Anirudh asked again, teasing her with his touch.

"A lot..." A gasp escaped her lips as
he skimmed down her back and sensually caressed her bottom, then moved lower and left her tottering on jelly knees as he knelt to stroke her legs, feeling his breathing grow heavy and faster as he ran his hands down her calves, then teasingly over her thighs and away again, his progress tortuously slow, and then at last he was parting her legs and cradling her buttocks as he nuzzled his mouth into her.
Bondita gasped again, as he began to explore her with his tongue, the pleasure shooting through her like electricity, almost unbearable, and yet she found herself gasping for more. Anirudh looped her knee over his shoulder and kissed her even more deeply so that she almost yelled out, no room left to think, her hands tangled in his hair and then almost involuntarily touching her own breasts as he expertly licked into her, the sensations building as he found every sensitive spot so deftly that it was as if he were reading her mind.
"Anirudh..." She moaned his name.
The need and the heat building up in her became virtually insupportable, his lips and tongue skilfully playing over her as if she were a violin played by a virtuoso.

Just as he felt she could hardly stand a moment more, Anirudh finally flicked his tongue directly over her hard centre and she moaned with satisfaction as he worked her, the waves of almost agonising bliss crashing over her like a storm, building up with violent intensity, gradually driving her into frenzied rapture until she finally came, a glorious flood of pleasure, crying out his name and struggling for breath.

"I love you, Bondita."
She heard his words.
Still surfacing from the intense orgasm, Bondita felt him rise to stand beside her; he reached for the new silver shower head and then looked into her eyes with an expression which sent yet another jolt of desire coursing down her body. Without looking away he began to rinse the soap from her skin, chasing the water over her body with feathery touches of his hand, not letting her relax after the pleasure he had already given her, but teasing and tantalising her to a new level of arousal, leaving her weak with need against the side of the cubicle, feeling that she was utterly at his mercy.

Anirudh sluiced her down slowly, teasing her, taking his time, letting the water trickle over her hard nipples and between her legs, his hands so light over her skin that she moaned and tried to lean into his touch. Anirudh smirked naughty, though the look of passion in his eyes did not fade, and finally he hung up the showerhead and put a hand on her waist to propel her out of the cubicle, following so close behind that she could not miss the renewed erection pressing into the small of her back. As soon as they were beyond the narrow glass passage he scooped her up in his arms and carried her back to the bedroom to lay her down on the white linen.

"Rudhi is here!" Bondita smiled.

"Yes. Sleeping." Anirudh smiled back.

He lay down beside her and they paused for a few moments, merely looking, then reaching out to touch, their skin still wet, the evaporating moisture a shivery tingle. She couldn't wipe the grin off her face, and as she eventually pushed him onto his back to climb astride him she bent to murmur in his ear;
"You made it up to me, Barrister Babu... as always."

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