Unveiling Meerab [Tere Bin FF]

32. time flies

A/N: Okayyyyy, a last smutty-fluffy honeymoon chapter before a little surprise in the next chapter, and then we're back to Hyderabad, hehehehe. I hope y'all like this chapter, I'll be posting another chapter this week as well!

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In the tranquil afternoons that had started to blend one into the other, Murtasim found a profound peace lying in bed next to Meerab. The room was bathed in a warm, gentle light that streamed through the window, wrapping everything in a golden hue. He lay there, shirtless, basking in the warmth of the sunlight and the closeness of Meerab, who was curled against him.

She wore a blue nightgown, if he could call it that, one that left him spellbound. The garment was daringly provocative. The contraption she wore had a deep neckline that plunged enticingly, pushing up her breasts in a way that seemed to defy gravity. The fabric was almost sheer, floated around her curves while leaving little to the imagination. Its open front revealed flashes of her matching panties, making his heart race with desire. He found his gaze lingering on the exposed expanse of her skin, the soft curve of her breasts, and the playful hint of what lay beneath the delicate fabric. Every rise and fall of her chest against his side sent waves of warmth and desire through him.

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, punctuated by Meerab's gentle explorations across his chest. Her fingers moved with a curiosity that was as endearing as it was arousing, tracing the contours of his muscles and sending shivers of pleasure through him. Their banter was light, filled with laughter.

"I don't want to leave, ever," Meerab whispered, her hand pausing in its meandering path across his chest. There was a wistfulness in her voice that echoed his own sentiments. The end of their trip loomed over them, a return to reality neither of them was ready to face.

"Me too," he replied softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. The thought of leaving this secluded paradise, of having to share Meerab with the world once more, filled him with an unexpected melancholy. Here, in this place, he was able to spend all day by her side, and bury himself inside her multiple times a day.

Meerab sighed, her fingers continued their gentle exploration of his chest.

"We can always take more trips, just us," Murtasim suggested, the idea brightening his tone. "Close or far, it doesn't matter."

Meerab paused in her tracing, poking him gently. "Are you planning on going bankrupt for me, then?" she teased, her voice laced with amusement.

He laughed, a deep, resonant sound that filled the room. "We have enough to sustain a couple of generations, unless someone decides to buy an island or something equally extravagant," he assured her, as her fingers started trailing down his stomach.

"Me? Extravagant?" Meerab feigned innocence before her laughter joined his, Meerab was far from extravagant. "Maybe you should quit, then. Spend all your time making sure I don't make such impulsive purchases," she proposed, half in jest, half in earnest longing.

"Of course," he replied without missing a beat. "There's nothing I'd love more."

She laughed as she poked his stomach.

Then, in a moment that felt as natural as the conversation they were wrapped in, her hand drifted lower, her touch becoming more deliberate. "Can I try something?" she asked, her voice a whisper of curiosity.

He was rather curious by the question, "What?" He asked, his voice soft.

Unexpectedly, her hand moved lower, grasping his cock over the fabric of his pajamas. Her touch was tentative, almost shy. "Can I do what you do with your mouth?" she asked quickly, her voice barely above a whisper.