Baby I'm Yours

Guzarish

Meerab woke up next morning wrapped in Murtasim's arms. They had dinner after their patch up last evening and had fallen into bed holding each other, mentally exhausted from previous days events. He was sleeping on his stomach, his nose buried in her hair, his arm curled around her waist, their legs entangled. She tried to stretch and move away, but his arms tightened around her. "Murtasim...utho"

He nuzzled in the crook of her neck, "Umm...thodi Der aur."

She gave in, resting a few more minutes. They deserved it after their fight.

"Murtasim utho na...dekho 10 baj rahe hai," she murmured softly, running her fingers through his hair.

"Nahi...aur thodi Der bas. Sone do na jaan." He whispered, pulling her even closer.

"Tumhe aaj jana nahi hai? By this time, you are deep in work, " she murmured, her hands caressing his back and hair.

"No.. I am taking the day off today." He said, eyes still closed.

"Really?" Meerab exclaimed, her voice echoed in the room.

"Meerab!" Murtasim groaned, finally opening his eyes to look at her. The smile on her face washed away any protest he might have made at the loud noise.

"Seriously, though? You really are taking the day off?" She was surprised. Murtasim hardly ever took time off, even if someday he decided to take it easy. Some problem cropped up.

He nodded, running his knuckles over her cheeks.

"Why? Do you have a fever?" She checked his forehead for temperature.

"No, I want to spend time with my wife. You were away from me for 20 hours. I have to make up for the lost time." He said, placing soft kisses across her face.

Meerab rolled her eyes. "It's not like we spend all day together. You are being ridiculous. Not that I mind spending time with you, " she added.

"I know... but still, I don't feel like leaving you." He whispered against her neck, leaving soft kisses. She moaned as he kissed a particularly sensitive spot. "Can we spend the whole day together, Mrs. Khan?"

"Uh...s... Sure," she managed as he softly nipped the curve of her shoulder.

He kissed her then, their mouths desperately clinging to one another. The room filled with their sighs and moans as the kiss deepened. Murtasim moved on top of Meerab so their bodies were touching top to toe, his weight on his elbow, he traced her curves, hands mounding her breast l. Making her moan his name.

Meerab wasn't far behind. Her hands raced over his shoulder and back, making his muscles jump. They broker from the kiss, needing air. Murtasim's lips trailed down from her jaw to her neck, leaving soft nips and lighting fire under her skin. He kissed the skin at the edge of her kameez, hands molding her breast. She moaned his name and arched into him, rubbing her core against his hardness unconsciously.

"Meerab..." He groaned and moved his hand to her thigh. Wrapping her leg around his waist as he settled between her legs. He ground his length against her core, driving them both crazy with want. Half crazed for her, his hand slipped under kameez, palming her breast as he bit a hardened nipple through her kameez.

Meerab gasped and placed her hands on his shoulders to halt him. Murtasim, too lost in her, didn't realize her actions at first.

"Murtasim stop," she murmured.

"No, anything but that please," He murmured against her skin, his voice husky spiking her desire.

"Murtasim, please," she tried again.