Chess & Checkers

12. Revelations and Realisations

MATURE CONTENT WARNING
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FOUR NIGHTS LATER*

"Oh Meerab..." Murtasim moaned as he increased his pace and thrust inside her with an urgency that had her clawing at his shoulders, her nails digging in his skin and sliding all over his back with each hard, needy thrust.

"Murtasim—" her gasp of his name was silenced as he pressed his lips to hers, fusing their mouths together. They moved in a synchronized rhythm, their bodies colliding as the heat between them grew with each thrust of his cock inside her. Her gasps and moans filled the room as his mouth travelled lower to the base of her throat.

Capturing her throbbing pulse in a wet kiss, he placed kisses all over her neck and jaw before she cupped his face and smashed their lips back together as the pleasure became too much to bear. Their lips moved with increased urgency and Meerab's hands travelled from his face to the back of his neck where her arms curled around him and she pressed him closer. Murtasim settled more of his weight on her as she wrapped her legs around him tighter and hugged him to herself.

Her gasps of ecstasy reverberated in his ears, the sensations heightened as she ran her nails over his scalp and down the nape of his neck. The tension in her stomach coiled tighter, reaching a point where pleasure teetered on the edge of overwhelming. Just as the coil approached its breaking point, Murtasim began to utter her name,

"Meerab..." Her eyes fluttered open to find him gazing at her with confusion.

"Meerab..." he called out once more, but his voice transformed into a distant echo, gradually receding with each repetition. With every plea, he seemed to drift farther away from her, his voice fading into a barely audible whisper, leaving Meerab in a surreal and disorienting cocoon of echoes.

"Meerab..."

"MEERAB!" Her eyes snapped open, and she jolted upright, a surge of panic coursing through her veins. Her heart thudded against her rib cage with an alarming intensity, the room suddenly feeling oppressively warm. Filled with bewilderment, she scanned her surroundings in a frantic attempt to grasp reality, only to find herself nestled in bed. As she looked to her left, Murtasim's concerned gaze met hers, his eyes reflecting worry and care.

"What happened?" she questioned breathlessly, her eyes darting around as if searching for answers in the shadows of the room, trying to piece together the fragments of the disorienting dream she had just experienced.

"You tell me, you were the one tossing and turning in bed and sweating in your sleep. Were you having a nightmare?" Murtasim inquired, settling into a more relaxed position beside her. Meerab's hand instinctively reached for her forehead at his words; she was indeed sweating. While her heartbeat had subsided from its frantic pace, a residual echo persisted in her chest. Taking deliberate deep breaths, she sought to soothe herself, navigating the aftermath of the intense episode.

"Yeah, something along those lines," she nodded, swallowing hard as she wiped away the tiny droplets of sweat dotting her forehead.

"Are you okay?" he inquired, concern evident in his voice. Acting on instinct, he reached up to brush away the damp strand of hair adhered to her forehead. To his surprise, Meerab flinched and let out a small yelp as soon as his fingers made contact with her skin. "kya hogaya yaar, it's just me," he reassured, withdrawing his hand. Meerab, giving him an apologetic look, mumbled a small "sorry" while running her fingers through her hair. Closing her eyes, she released a deep breath, coaxing herself to relax as she tilted her head back, gazing up at the canopy of their four-poster bed.

"Aisa kya dekha tha khwaab mein?" Murtasim queried a few moments later, once she appeared a little bit more relaxed state. Her mouth formed a small 'o,' and she blinked rapidly as she recalled the very explicit dream she had just experienced.