Loveless contract (Sidnaaz)

47

47- Under shower

Sid pov,

It’s late night, we are in deep sleep. A loud cry disturbed my sleep. I jumped out of my bed and ran towards the cradle, picking up my crying baby in my arms; I left to the balcony, patting his back.

“Ian, please don’t cry. Your mom can’t wake up now. She is tired baby, please sleep “ I requested my baby, who is crying louder. I pulled the glass door shut to prohibit my baby screams inside my bedroom. I seriously don’t want to disturb her sleep. It’s almost five months since she slept well. She is so restless. I regret pushing her into such a high responsibility. She is just twenty-two and holding a baby in her arms, but I’m too late in recognizing my flaws.

As I patted his softback, making him sleep. He fell asleep in my arms, holding my tee tight with his tiny little fist. I don’t want to disturb his beautiful, cute sleep. I slowly walked inside my room and placed a pillow on the bed rest and rested my back on it, letting my Ian sleep happily on my tummy as he slept.

My eyes are consuming darkness because of my tiresome day, no!! I can’t sleep. He will fall down if I sleep. I wrapped my hands around him, making sure that I’m not disturbing him. I arranged pillows on my left side, and she occupies right. Soon my eyes started drowning in darkness.

I don’t know when I fell asleep. I flipped aside to find my beautiful wife, but I’m alone on my bed. My eyes landed on the cradle to find my son. But he is nowhere... Might be with his mom down.

I got up lazily and brushed my teeth. I heard the sounds of the shower from my bathroom. Oh, my wife is under the shower. I heard the door unlocked by her.

“Sid!” she calls me, pepping her head out to see me. I walked towards the door to get little better view of her sexy wet body.

“Can you grab me the fresh bottle of shampoo on the table?” She pouted.

I grab it and head to the bathroom. She left the door open for me to enter the shower cabin. My eyes popped out of my sockets seeing her. She is as naked as the day she was born, about to hop under the shower at the far end of the bathtub. She moved around, showing her exposed curves to me. She turned sexier after giving birth to my baby.

“Do you want me to wash your hair for you?” I asked, hopefully. I badly want to touch her fragile body. She paused for a second, and then nod.

She kneeled in the middle of the bathtub with her back to me. I grab the showerhead off the wall. After checking the temperature is right, I started to wet her hair, watching the warm water cascade down her back. I passed her the shampoo bottle, and she squeezes a generous dollop onto my hand. I passed the showerhead and massaged her head and work the shampoo into a delicious white lather. She used the showerhead to keep the suds out of her eyes, and she sprayed me in the process. Laughing, I get her to rinse my hands and take off my shirt.

I’m back into her hair on her head. I know she enjoys having her scalp gently massaged, so I do my best to massage everywhere, from her temple to the top of her neck. She must be enjoying this because she dropped the showerhead. And it bounces, spraying me again.

“Sorry” she muttered, turning to me.

“Come and join me, I’ll wash your hair too.” She said surprising me. I was just starving for this moment in life.

I got rid of my clothes and jumped into the bathtub behind her quick as a flash, kneeling higher behind her, trying not to let my already hard arousal touch her back.

I rinse the lather off her hair and watch it slide down her back and over her shoulders. I wish I could be slightly higher so I could watch it slide off her twins.