Meri Meerab *Discontinued*

42 - Zann

Explicit content ahead

When the guests had left and sun had set, Meerab found herself wandering to her husband's room.

She walked a step forward into his bedroom, closer to her husband and he pulled the corner of the sheer veil of of her head- it wasent hiding much but the brazen act made her gasp. 'Murtasim...' It slipped of easily and she looked down the floor where the scarf lay, discarded- just like the barrier that had once been between them.

'Kya hoya? Sharam aarahee hai?' His eyes twinkled as though he had his eyes on his prey. Ab lagraha thaa, aik sherr.

She shook her head. 'Nahi.' It just that two words of qubool hai had unveiled a new Murtasim. He was touchy, in her personal space. Forward.

'Aana bhe nahi chaiye.' His hand reached for the back of her hair, pulling at the ribbon that held her hair togther. It was flimsy and barley a knot, that slid to the floor too and said, 'That's better.' Her hair rolled out over her shoulders and cascased down her her back. He liked it like that.

She saw the curtains were drawn, not even a peak would be visable. The main light was off now, just 2 lamps were lit, one on either bedside table. He had planned this.

He stepped forward, barley an inch seperating their lips. He hovered there, teasing, waiting for her to reach forward.

She almost did tilt her head that way and lean in but she stopped herself. Take the lead murtasim, show me the way she pleaded with her eyes and thats what he did.

Both his hands came to rest on her lower back, and they pulled her forward. The entirity of the fromt body made contact his chest, his front. He placed a soft kiss on her temple, on the line hairline, 'Meerab Khan, meri biwi.'

Oh- butterflies and warmth spread through her body with that act. What a lovely embrace.

She had never been held like this, so much body contact. The heat emanating between them. Her clothes felt suddenly too claustraphobic. Her hands reached up and found them around the back of his neck.

She could still feel his fingers at the back of her waist, inviting her in.

She smiled and then he placed a soft kiss on the apple of each cheek too. She felt safe with him- her husband.

They were standing at the foot of the bed, close to the post. The sheer curtains had been slightly opened and a couple garlands of jasmine had been haphazarly put up- he had defiantley done it himself.

It was all for her. His Meerab.  Then he leaned in and kissed her, and this time he had absoloutley no reservations. Her head pushed back just slightly at his hunger and he enjoyed himself .

He kissed her bottom lip and then her top. One of his hands unravelled from her lowerr back and came to her chin. Pulling down slightly for her to open her mouth, and then his tounge swiped across the opening, savouring the sweet taste of his wife.

He leaned back to breathe and she seemed dissapointed at the lack of contact so he immedistley kissed her again. This time open mouth- he wanted all of her.

His tounge made contact with hers and her body heated at the sensation.

His hands hands began to leisurley feel the way up her back, taking in the softness, the curve from her arse to back- he pulled her in and began kissing her messily, down her chin and under her ear.

Meerab's body was on fire - his hands massaging their way across her back and his lips restless. He found a sweet spot on her neck that made her gasp aubdily.