Dhaagey: The Ties that Bind Us

35. bliss

With water and a towel in hand, Meerab gently wiped away the evidence of the first-ever orgasm she had given, her skin tingling from the intimate encounter. Each tender stroke of the towel against her body was a reminder of what she had done. She couldn't help but steal glances at herself in the mirror, her reflection echoing the happiness that radiated from within her.

There was a huge, satisfied smile on her face as she cleaned up. She had been so scared that she would do something wrong, but the sounds Murtasim had made and the way he had reacted to her touch reassured her. The memory of his groans and moans, his gasps of pleasure, filled her with a sense of accomplishment that she had never experienced before.

As Meerab adjusted her clothing, pulling the cups of her bra back into place and slipping on her kameez, she felt a renewed sense of confidence. She was no longer the inexperienced girl who had embarked on this journey; she was now a woman who had discovered the power of her own desire and the ability to bring pleasure to the man she cared for.

Returning to the room, she saw Murtasim still restrained, his eyes fixed on her with a dopey smile on his face. The sight of his contentment and the knowledge that she had been the one to make him feel this way filled her heart with warmth. She couldn't wait to release him from his restraints and hold him close.

Meerab's heart swelled with affection as she approached him. Her fingers deftly tucked him back into his pajamas, her touch gentle and caring, a stark contrast to the passion that had consumed them moments ago.

Meerab chuckled softly when he didn't say anything, his post-orgasmic state made him look endearingly dazed, and she couldn't resist a playful quip.

"It seems that I've officially mastered the art of rendering you speechless, Murtasim." Meerab teased, her voice light.

Murtasim's grin widened, his eyes still hazy with pleasure. He let out a low, satisfied sigh. "Well, I can't argue with that, meri jaan."

She couldn't help but giggle at his response, her affection for him deepening with every passing moment. "I guess I should add 'speechlessness inducer' to my resume."

Murtasim laughed, the sound a rich, velvety timbre. "How about a Murtasim speechlessness inducer?"

Meerab leaned in and planted a sweet kiss on his lips. "Hmmmm, okay." She muttered as she straddled him once more, her lips moving against his in a slow, languid kiss. This time, there was no urgency, no wild need driving their actions. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, a soft and intimate exploration of each other's mouths. Their lips moved in sync, a dance of emotions that conveyed their shared longing and deep affection.

Meerab's fingers trailed along his jawline, her touch feather-light as if she were tracing the contours of his soul.

As their lips parted, she looked into his eyes, seeing a myriad of emotions reflected in their depths. There was desire, yes, but also something more intense—love, vulnerability, and a hint of wonder.

Meerab smiled, her heart fluttering at the genuine warmth in his eyes. She leaned in again, her lips brushing against his in a tender kiss, a fusion of their emotions and desires. She could feel the warmth of his body beneath her, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against her own chest.

"You're going to be the death of me, meri jaan." His words made her smile against his lips.

She pulled back slightly, gazing down at him with a mix of affection and playfulness. "You really think I'm that dangerous, huh?"

He chuckled softly, his eyes locking onto hers. "Absolutely, you're a force to be reckoned with." He tilted his head slightly, his lips brushing against hers in a teasing caress.