Khaani ka Khan - Tere Bin FF

Chapter 4 - Amorous Tryst

Meerab: I couldn't find anything else to wear. I.... hope you don't mind.

He tried calming his senses down, taking in a deep breath and then looked away towards the pool softly posing a question: didn't you find Mai? Meerab knotted her eyebrows at the strange reaction. Why did he look away? She felt a lump forming in her throat that stopped her from responding.

Meerab: No... was the only thing she could blurt out. She swallowed the lump and slowly mustered the courage to raise her eyes and look at him again. He still wasn't looking at her. Meerab immediately tried to reposition herself to get up when his grip around her body tightened. His left hand around her waist and his right on her thighs. 

Murtasim: Stay here... Please. Just like this!

Meerab relaxed in his lap resting her head on his chest breathing in his scent. She felt his hand moving up her thigh dangerously building the friction between the cashmere and her skin. Her body ached to feel his touch. To feel his hands and lips all over her body. But here, he wouldn't even look at her properly.

Meerab: What are you thinking about? She whispered against his neck making random circles on his chest fiddling with the buttons of his kurta.

Murtasim: You!

Meerab's fingers came to a halt at the top button of the kurta and she whispered in the huskiest voice that had ever escaped her lips: What about me?

Murtasim turned to look into her eyes as his right hand slipped under the shawl right above her knee. His familiar touch felt so good. One touch from him and she melted like heated butter and the man knew it. He had more control over her body than she did herself. And he always used it to his advantage.

Murtasim: About the nights we spent together the last time we were here. Meerab felt Murtasim's hand move up her thigh, his fingers making patterns and his thumb exploring the inner side of her thigh. Meerab's mind ran imagining the possibility of where his fingers would be in the next few minutes.

Murtasim continued: Our first night here, when you slept in MY bed wrapped in THIS very shawl. His voice was hoarse and Meerab couldn't help but note the choice of his words. She knew it had been a tough night for him, to see her unconscious, in fever and having had her kidnapped by Malik Zubair. But did he fantasize about her that night? Meerab closed her eyes as she felt his hand splayed across her hips and pressing her more intimately to pull her into himself.

Murtasim inhaled dramatically and whispered: Open your eyes

She couldn't stop the shiver run down her spine at the sound of his husky command. His dark eyes were eating her up and she could feel his hot breath on her lips. Murtasim: Only if... (he paused with his eyes moving across her face looking for an answer) only if things were different then....

Meerab: you would have touched me? She asked with a slight pull at his kurta fisting around his collar. Did you... WANT to touch me?

Murtasim couldn't deny that he really liked this side of his wife. It made him feel desired and wanted by her. Yet, her reassurance was really important to him. He didn't have it in him to lose her for any reason. He knew how he had let her down, not trusting her. And thus, her question was answered with another: Would you have let me...TOUCH you? He searched her eyes desperately.

With an unwavering and determined look in her eyes she pulled herself closer to his ear and whispered seductively, "You are the only man who has ever made me feel beautiful" she said grabbing his right hand which was splayed across her hips. "And the only man who can ever do this to me" she whispered pushing his hand down in between her legs. His fingers met with her dripping wetness and he groaned painfully cursing under his breath. His left hand which had been resting on her waist moved up fisting in her long lustrous hair, pulling them to look back in her eyes. He captured her plum lips with an eagerness that could only be matched by the movement with which his fingers explored her warmth.

Murtasim's touch was electric, making her head spin with pleasure. Her hands moved up to cup his face pulling him closer with a need to never let go. She felt a rush of desire flood through her as she felt one of his fingers slid inside her. Meerab let out a moan against his lips as she was reminded of how good he felt against her. Murtasim left her lips for few seconds to ask: Are you okay?

She nodded with a smile in response. "I won't hurt you" Murtasim promised in a soft voice.

Meerab: "You can never!" She murmured, taking in his lower lip in between hers again.

He thrust the finger in her again and she let out a small gasp. The sensation was amazing yet not enough. Her hands gripped his shoulders tighter as another of his fingers joined to pleasure her throbbing center.

Murtasim: Better?

Meerab nodded against his neck fighting the urge to tear his white kurta apart. She was making soft sounds which were growing louder with each thrust.

Murtasim: "I missed you so much!" Her eyes opened and met his at that. And a shiver ran down her spine to see how dark his eyes were. He bend his face, much below her lips this time only to leave her confused. His mouth reached the knot tied around her breasts and clutching the same in between his teeth, he pulled it open with one swift tuck. The brown cashmere fell all around his knees leaving the ethereal beauty of his wife's bare in front of his eyes. Her legs spread apart with his fingers covered in her juices moving frantically in and out of her. Her creamy white skin glowing under the moon light and her soft breasts, inviting him, just waiting to be tasted by him. She bit her lip when she felt his mouth close on one of her breasts.

Murtasim: Don't... I want to hear you

He smiled and leaning in closer sucked a nipple into his mouth looking up at her. She let out a loud moan when he flicked her nipple with his tongue.

Meerab: Me...Mee...Meesam!! She managed to let out for him to know that she was worried they might disturb their daughter from her sleep, if they were too loud.

Meerab felt a quiet "I Love you" against her forehead as her husband spared her of the torture and sped his fingers. Her breathing picked up and mouth opened wide with her whimpers growing louder. Meerab bit and sucked on Murtasim's shoulder in order to control her screams. She groaned and moaned as he moved his fingers in and out of her, rubbing her slowly. Her hands gripped his shoulder tightly, nails digging in as she couldn't process the stimulation between her legs.

Meerab: "Muurtaasimm" She gasped out loudly feeling her body explode around his fingers. He stopped moving his fingers and the two waited for each other to catch their breaths. Murtasim moved to pick the shawl up when she clutched onto his forearm and whined: No... I need more! He chuckled and moved his hand to cup her face. Murtasim: Not right now... we don't want to wake Meesam up.

Meerab: "She won't be up until morning." He raised an eyebrow at her. "Okay! Not before 5 am for sure. She never wakes up before that." She tried to reason. "Pleeeassseee"

Murtasim looked back at her not convinced: You are loud. We'll end up disturbing her for sure.

Meerab: I won't be... (Murtasim gave her look of... who are you kidding? Remembering how loud she was when they had first consummated their relationship and marriage two years ago) This time! She added.

Murtasim looked around for a second contemplating and then met with Meerab's waiting eyes. He couldn't deny he was craving her more than she was craving him. And now that he had seen her dripping wet for him, it was next to impossible for him to stay away from her that long.

Murtasim: Okay... but not so close to her. I don't trust you to keep quiet.

Meerab: Excuse me... Khan Murtasim Khan, your princess is sleeping peacefully and anyways we have to make sure we can see her from where ever we are. We can't be far away.

Murtasim sighed and then looked behind him at the window looking into the bedroom where Meesam was sleeping in her cot. He then turned to look around and a smile crept on his face. I know a perfect place from where we can keep an eye on Meesam and it will be easier for you to control yourself from screaming my name out that loud too.

Meerab: Where? She looked up at him confused to find him smirking back at her.

Murtasim pulled the shawl back covering Meerab's shoulders wrapping it around her to bring her closer in his embrace. He kissed her forehead lovingly and whispered: "I Love you"

To which she pecked on his lips, sucking on in his lower lip ever so lightly: "I love you too meri Jaan!"

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