Her Helpmate

Chapter 36: Blushing Day!

Sorry for the late Update. I was not using Wattpad for the last couple of weeks.

Mild Mature content ahead

Saira

My husband's legs were between my legs. And my husband's heavy head was between my breast. Now and then, he used my dress fabric to clean his nose and assumed my boobs to be his pillow. Which was cheery on top of my erupting desires. 

Now! Now! Now!

Why wouldn't I get excited? Why wouldn't my body temperature will turn high? Why wouldn't I start burning with the desire to have him? 

Oh, God!! I can't even wake him up, as he had undergone an emotional breakdown last night. 

I have no idea that, is it normal to get these thoughts at this moment. 

I tried to sleep once again by shutting my eyes tight, and holy moly for whom I am fooling. His every shift or minute moment is creating friction between my hormones.

He moved again against me, activating every muscle fiber of my core. Oh, my, my! Shaurya, just wake up and get away from my body. 

I opened my eyes, as he started to move more against me, and I found the signs of him waking up from his deep sleep. He moaned, and he flickered his lids trying to set his eyes on the bright light of the room. Other than that, his eyes were sore because of continuous sobbing the last night.

He opened his eyes but narrowed his lids, pointing his gaze at the desk sitting at the center of the room. Then he lifted his head and looked at me. 

"Baby Bear," his voice sounded thick, hoarse, and heavy. A small smile started to form on his lips when he gazed at the fabric of my dress over the chest, which was stained with his tears, saliva, etc. "Did I sleep above you the whole night?" I nodded my head. "Oh!" he looked at the protruding buds and turned his smile into an annoying smirk. Oh, God!! Again this smirk! 

He gave a stroke to one of my stiff buds with his thumb. I gasped as I felt an ache. He pinched the same nipple, giving me a more eventful and gratifying pain. Fixing me with his pointing gaze, he pushed my dress below my right breast and took my right nipple in his mouth. I stroke his cheek with my hand, as he squeezed my bud in his mouth. Slow and deliberate, my breath was turning heavy. 

All the imagination of sex positions, we explored two nights ago replayed in front of my eyes, since I woke up this morning. Which helped me to push on edge. Edge to reach my climax, even his fingers or lips don't make contact with my private part.

He started to draw circles on my belly while biting and eating my breasts. I turn to disquiet, desperate to feel his warm and hard fingers against my excited and just-to-reach-climax flesh.

"Just stop time passing and touch me!" I demanded. Despite this, he stopped and looked baffled at me. 

"I like my baby bear when she demands! But at this moment, I wanted to hear a request with a complete dialogue of what you want." he appealed instead. 

I decided one thing that I will never ever request from him after he rejected me on the night of our wedding. As I have my finger, I made my right-hand fingers towards the meeting point of my thighs. He caught my right hand and also left when I attempted a second time with that. 

I sighed frustratingly. I never thought that I will grow this needy to hit the point of my yearning to reach climax. All I need is one stroke or maybe two. I tilted my head away and requested as he wanted, "touch me..." I muttered with a clenched jaw and then added, "please!"