The next morning arrived with the same gentle sunlight filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Murtasim lay awake, his eyes studying the delicate features of his wife, Meerab, as she slept beside him. Her soft breaths were slow and peaceful, her face relaxed in the serenity of sleep.
Murtasim smiled to himself, thinking about the events of the previous morning. Meerab had surprised him—*no, shocked him*—with her unexpected boldness. He was still in awe of her, not just for what she had done but for the trust she had placed in him. And now, lying beside her in the quiet dawn, Murtasim decided it was time to return the favor.
A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes as he watched her. She looked so peaceful, so adorable, with her soft cheeks slightly flushed from the warmth of the blankets. But beneath that calm exterior, he knew Meerab wasn’t one to shy away from a challenge, especially after the bold move she had made.
He leaned closer, careful not to wake her too quickly. His hand reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering on her cheek. She stirred slightly, mumbling something in her sleep, but didn’t wake.
Perfect.
Murtasim's lips twitched into a smirk as his hand slid down, lightly grazing her shoulder before trailing lower, over the curve of her waist. He felt her body shift slightly under his touch, but she remained asleep.
With a soft exhale, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "Good morning, begum sahiba."
Meerab's eyes fluttered open at the sound of his voice, but before she could fully comprehend what was happening, she felt the warmth of his hand slipping under her nightshirt, his fingers gently teasing the skin of her stomach. Her breath hitched, her sleepy brain slowly registering the situation.
"Murtasim..." she mumbled, her voice groggy and laced with confusion. "What are you doing?"
He grinned, his hand continuing its slow, deliberate path. "Just returning the favor, my love."
Her eyes widened, now fully awake. "What favor?"
Murtasim chuckled softly, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin just above the waistband of her pajama pants. "Don’t act so innocent, Meerab. You know exactly what I mean."
Meerab's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she realized what he was referring to. “That was... that was different!” she protested weakly, trying to squirm away from his touch, but his arm wrapped around her, holding her firmly in place.
“Oh no, it wasn’t different at all,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “And I think it’s only fair, don’t you?”
Before she could respond, Murtasim’s lips were on her neck, placing soft, lingering kisses along her skin. Meerab gasped, her heart pounding as he continued, his hand now sliding lower, slipping beneath the fabric of her pants.
“Murtasim!” she whispered, her voice a mixture of surprise and nervousness.
He pulled back slightly, meeting her gaze, his eyes dark with mischief and affection. “Relax, Meerab. You trusted me yesterday. Now let me take care of you.”
Her breath caught in her throat as his words sank in. She had trusted him—more than she had ever trusted anyone. And now, in the quiet intimacy of the early morning, she realized that she could trust him again, that she wanted to.
With a shaky exhale, she nodded, her eyes locking onto his. “Okay,” she whispered.
Murtasim’s smile softened, and he leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to her lips. “Good girl,” he murmured against her mouth, his hand now moving with purpose as he sought to make her feel the same pleasure she had given him.
Meerab's body tensed at first, the unfamiliar sensation making her feel vulnerable. But Murtasim was patient, his touch gentle and careful, his kisses distracting her from her nerves. Slowly, she began to relax, her body responding to his touch as warmth spread through her.
She closed her eyes, letting herself be lost in the sensation, her breath coming out in soft gasps as Murtasim’s fingers continued their slow, deliberate movements. The tension in her body melted away, replaced by a growing sense of need.
“Murtasim,” she breathed, her hand gripping the sheets as her body arched slightly against him.
He hummed in response, his lips trailing down her neck, leaving a path of soft, heated kisses. “I’ve got you,” he whispered, his voice low and soothing. “Just let go.”
And she did.
Meerab’s body trembled as the sensations built, her mind unable to focus on anything other than the warmth of Murtasim’s touch and the way he was making her feel. It was overwhelming, yet somehow comforting at the same time. She had never felt so vulnerable, yet so safe.
Her hand reached up, tangling in his hair as her breath hitched, her body moving instinctively in response to his touch. “Murtasim...” she whispered, her voice shaky and breathless.
“I know,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. “You’re close. Let go, Meerab.”
His words were her undoing. With a soft cry, she felt the wave of pleasure wash over her, her body trembling as she came undone in his arms. Murtasim held her through it, his hand never leaving her, his lips placing gentle kisses on her forehead as she rode out the sensation.
When it finally subsided, Meerab collapsed against him, her body limp and spent. Her heart was still racing, her breath coming in soft gasps as she tried to recover. Murtasim gently pulled his hand away, wrapping both arms around her and pulling her close.
“You okay?” he asked softly, his voice filled with concern.
Meerab nodded, her face buried in his chest. “Yeah,” she whispered, her voice still shaky. “I’m... I’m okay.”
Murtasim smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “You’re incredible, you know that?”
Meerab let out a soft laugh, her cheeks still flushed. “I think you’ve mentioned that before.”
He chuckled, holding her a little tighter. “Well, I’ll keep saying it until you believe me.”
They lay there in comfortable silence for a while, their bodies tangled together under the blankets. The sun had risen higher now, casting a warm glow over the room, but neither of them seemed in any hurry to move.
Finally, after what felt like hours, Meerab shifted slightly, looking up at Murtasim with a teasing smile. “So... does this mean we’re even now?”
Murtasim grinned, raising an eyebrow. “Even? Oh no, begum sahiba. This is just the beginning.”
Her eyes widened slightly, but before she could respond, Murtasim had rolled her onto her back, hovering over her with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You’re not getting off that easy,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “I plan on returning this favor as many times as it takes.”
Meerab’s heart raced as she met his gaze, her body already responding to the heat in his voice. “Murtasim...” she whispered, but before she could say anything more, his lips were on hers, cutting off any further protests.
And as the morning stretched into the afternoon, Meerab couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, she didn’t mind this kind of repayment after all.
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