DAKSHIKA

18|Love confessions

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HER POV

The man lying over my chest, hugging me like a baby took my breath away last night. I never felt things over which I was screaming the previous night.

I don't know how it was possible for him to do that. I'm sure I would have felt nervous and scared all night if it was anyone else. But his touch made my blood rush all over my body making me comfortable. He elevated my hormones such that his lost touch was making me feel lonely.

I was feeling embarrassed in between but he did not even give me a chance to relax.

I could never imagine anyone sucking my skin down there and doing stuff like he did. To begin with, it felt rough and a little painful but soon it turned to pleasure. I could never imagine girls could feel such a beautiful pleasure, I almost shivered thinking what would he do the day we consummate our marriage.

But I understood this pleasure would only come from a person who can make a woman feel so.

And the beautiful part was that this man was in love with me. I could not stop smiling at it.

I do not know since when did I become so comfortable with him. His heart, his talks, his touch, his eyes and all his emotions made me fall for him in no time.

I feathered his hair while he slept peacefully over my boobs. He looked cute though in this position. Whereas last night he was no less than a dominating beast ordering me all night and I followed all his orders like my life depended on it.

And here he was sleeping like a baby with pouty lips, unbrushed hair and light-bearded chubby cheeks. I wonder if sleeping over my boobs was comfortable? Wasn't it uneven for him? But he looked sleeping peacefully.

It was four-thirty in the morning and I should get up now or I would be late on my first day.

I feathered his hair and cheeks lightly to wake him up. He stirred a little, brushed his cheeks with one boob, and groaned slightly while trying to open his eyes. He pulled up his head and looked at me.

"You're up?" his hoarse voice was definitely going to fail my heart one day.

I nodded.

"Good morning babies," He said, placing a kiss over both my bosoms.

He really has a soft corner for them. He pulled up and kissed my forehead.

"Are you okay?" he asked and I nodded.

"Still sore?" He worried.

"Not anymore," I replied while caressing his cheeks while he lay over his back.

He pulled me in his arms, laying me over his chest. I quickly grabbed the blanket to cover myself.

"You know how beautiful this morning is?" he said.

I looked at him confusingly.

"I never dreamt of this but this is beautiful," He said, feathering my cheeks.

"What," I asked.

"You sleeping in my arms," he said.

I smiled while he kissed my cheek.