DCP Sir ❤ I Luv U (Completed)

Chapter 42

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Morning Blushes, Masterstrokes and a Birthday Surprise.

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Next Morning... Ram stirred in his sleep due to the slight movements near his chest. He woke up and looked down, the sight making his morning incredibly pleasant. There, his little Mythili was snuggling into his chest like a cute puppy. 

She wanted to go deeper into his broad chest seeking his warmth; her one arm was around his waist, her legs caged between his. They were facing each other. His one hand was under her head and another inside her kurthi.

He smiled, admiring her—how she was basking in his warmth, cocooning into him. He bent down a little and kissed her forehead. He was drawing circles with his thumb on her waist, feeling her soft skin, loving her with his eyes.

She frowned in her sleep, slightly feeling the feather-like touches on her waist erupting small tingling sensations.

"Umm..." She whined and irritatingly opened her eyes, coming face to face with his bare chest. She blinked twice and looked upwards; there he was, looking at her and smiling.

'Abba em unnadra babu...'  (Haaye... what a sight!!!!)

He pecked her nose. She came out of her 'Ram' admiring session and cutely glared at him.

He raised his eyebrows, silently asking, 'What?' while still caressing her waist softly.

"Where is your hand?" asked Mythili, glaring at him for disturbing her sleep.

"Why? Don't you know where my hand was?" saying this, he squeezed her waist.

She gasped, looking at him with wide eyes. "You just disturbed my sleep, and on top of that, you are questioning me in reverse," said Mythili accusingly, taking his hand out from her kurthi. 

She turned and lay flat on her back.

"So...?" he said , again slipping his hand inside her kurthi. This time, he placed his palm flat on her waist, almost covering her stomach, and started caressing her.

She kept her hand on his above her kurthi, trying to stop him. "Don't," she whispered, trying hard not to show that his touch was affecting her. 

But her heaving chest was enough for him to know how badly his small touches were getting to her.

"Please..." she whispered. 

He was roaming his palm freely on her waist—sometimes up and down, sometimes back and forth, making it hard for her to breathe. Sometimes he traced different designs, God knows what they were.

He hovered slightly, leaning towards her, and placed his forehead against hers. She closed her eyes, feeling him so close.

He slowly dragged his forefinger a little down, circling around her navel. She sucked her stomach in at the sensation, breathing heavily. She held his hand tightly.

"Kallu theruvu," (Open your eyes) . 

She squeezed her eyes shut tighter, nodding her head 'no'.

"Itu chudu maa... hmm," (Look at me...) he said in his husky voice. She slowly opened her eyes. As soon as she looked at him, he dipped his finger inside her navel.

"Ahhh..." she moaned, arching her back and closing her eyes. He started playing with her navel. she was not able to cope with his ministrations, started moaning softly.

"Please..." she breathed heavily.

"Please... what maa?"

"Please... DCP sir... ummm... stop." said Mythili, hardly able to breathe. Seeing her flushed, red face, he stopped his ministrations and gently pinched the skin beside her navel.