Tiptoeing towards love

22

Parthiban

"Mama.." Mozhi says as soon as she settles inside the car. I head the car out of the campus and glimpse at her sweaty form sneakily. Droplets of water rest on her face and from the neck down, the heart of the dress is splashed with water that she might have used to wash her face, and just above the neckline of the chest, sweat drops were again forming over her skin.

I increase the air conditioning in the car and see Mozhi slanting against the seat. "When is the function?" I question softly. "Five more days are left to go," she trails tiredly.

"Has the practice been completed?" I query further and Mozhi nods her head. "Yes, mama. Now we are practicing to dance the steps synchronously and properly..." I hum in response and focus my attention on the road.

As we attain our home, Mozhi walks up to my room after taking her clothes from the room in which she was previously staying. When I enter the room, I heed the shower being turned on in the restroom and I change my dress into a casual one before lowering the staircase and preparing tea for us.

Mozhi comes after a couple of minutes, decked out in a white t-shirt and knee-length pink shorts. Her wet hair is cascading on the side of her shoulders and she looks fresh as a Kashmiri apple.

"Mama, shall I show you the dance moves of our performance?" I nod, keeping an eye on the boiling tea while watching my Mozhi get ready in a pose to start her dance.

She has turned around, making me look at her back. Her butt is clad tightly in the pink shorts and she starts to twerk her hips before slowly swaying her hands and facing me.

She begins to voice out the song and dances cutely. It seems that she was looking at an invisible person beside her and was dancing towards them.

For a while, I admired her dance but then as time went by, my view involuntarily leans toward her chest. I felt a tingling sensation inside my trousers and I hurriedly look down at the tea.

Henceforth, I concentrated on turning off the stove and pouring the contents into the cup. I would glance at her once in a while to not disappoint her and finally, she stops dancing once I walk across the counter and to the living room.

"How was my dance mama?" She curiously asks when I forward the teacup to her. "It was good ma, you dance really well," she blushes deeply and sits back on the couch.

"You must come to the function, okay mama?" I glance down at her and nod thoughtfully. "If I'm not caught up with any work, I will definitely come there," she sighs at my uncertain words.

"I will look forward to your presence mama," I smile at her.

Afterwards, Mozhi and I watch a film together. She was lying on my lap while I had my hands over her stomach. I want her to mature before I indulge in any sexual activities with her. She may look developed physically now but I'm aware that her brain needs more time to grow...

So far, I hadn't had any girls in my life in the position of my partner and so I was able to control myself just fine using the help of my hands. However, now that there's my Mozhi who is my dear wife...I don't think my hands alone would be capable of pleasuring me.

Gulping slightly, I erase those thoughts off my head and look down at my Mozhi who has fallen asleep on my lap. Her lips were a little parted and I instinctively use my fingers to close them together. I should have removed my fingers soon after doing that, but I couldn't help but rub and feel the softness of her lips.

I witness the curl of her toes due to the pleasure and I half-heartedly retract my hands. Her eyes open all of a sudden and she sits on the couch and looks at me innocuously while wetting her lips.

Then she folds her legs and sits upright, watching the television with hooded eyes. "...what should I prepare for the dinner?" I ask her calmly and she shrugs before answering.

"Anything you like mama..." I nod and saunter to the kitchen to prepare the dinner. Halfway through, Mozhi appears and helps me in cooking the food.

We had our dinner in silence, the tension thick between us. There's a high possibility that she had been awake when I touched her lips.

Well, fuck.

When we were walking to our room, Mozhi keeps her pace slow and cautiously slips inside the room after me. I go to the restroom and as I come back, Mozhi was already sleeping.

Turning the lights off and locking the room door, I settle beside her and pull her by her waist, crashing her back against my chest.

She trembles as I nuzzle my head in the crook of her neck. The softness of her skin made me want to rub my bearded cheeks again and again on her neck.

Mozhi breathes heavily and holds my wrist on her waist tightly. Her body is shivering with pleasure and I cocoon her more closer to me and sleep serenely...

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