Yours, With Love ✓

33| How To Light A Matchstick

Published on 29th August 2021.
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Why am I so clumsy?
I literally typed the last chapter's title as 31 instead of 32!

I watched Shershaah and couldn't control myself from crying in entire second half.
A salute to our soldiers.

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– R I S H A B H –

When I felt a tickle on my face, I scratched my skin and snuggled more into the figure beside me. As something sting my face, I slapped myself and opened my eyes, only to see a fly buzzing around me.

How did this fly enter my place?

I knew, there was no way I could sway the fly away. Sighing in failure, I closed my eyes and slipped my hand where it should've been. Well, it's not that I always fail. The warmth of her waist was satisfying in this cold weather and I didn't want to leave the bed yet.

I opened my eyes and my gaze went towards my wife who was sleeping peacefully. In hopes to wake her up, I rubbed my palm on her waist, which was already beneath her shirt. When she didn't wake even after the movement of my hands, I cleared my throat, but all was in vain.

Talking about the previous night, it was wonderful but crazy at the same time. Those who say that first times are horribly painful for women are big liars. Although not at the equal rate as women, it's painful for men too. Atleast for me!

When Shruti started shouting and crying during our activity, I was hell nervous. But, what could I do when I myself was in pain? My condition was stable in a few seconds, but for her, I guess it was way too uncomfortable throughout the ride.

How could I even forget about the condom incident?

I literally ruined our moment!

I nuzzled my nose into neck and hugged her tightly as if my life was dependant on it. Her body scent was too great to leave! I took her hand and clasped it with mine. Her palm was way too smaller than mine. Cute, right?

I still couldn't believe that her first time was with me. I mean, it's not that I would hate her if I wasn't her first —I had no right to— it's too unbelievable for me to believe. The moment she told me to to go slow, I felt all my emotions stopping.

I was her first and she was mine, why wouldn't I be on top of the world? I'm not an emotionless man to control my happiness, especially infront of my life partner.

Shruti moved in my embrace, untangled her hand with mine and turned around such that I faced her back. "Shruti, you're up?" When I received no response, it was clear that she was asleep.

If she was awake, I wouldn't have been able to gawk at her for infinite minutes.

Only in two situations, I could gaze her for as long as I want to without giving any explanation or excuse. One— When she's asleep. Second— When she's drunk. The first one was more suitable though!

I sighed in relaxation and threw my leg over her. Slithering my arm around her, I slipped my hand inside her shirt and caressed her belly with my fingers. I moved my hand a little up and felt her bare skin. She wasn't wearing a bra, or better, I didn't give her one!