Chapter 23: Poolside Desires

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Silver moonlight poured softly through the sheer white curtain, blending with the warm golden glow of candlelight that danced across the ancient stone walls of the bedroom. The night air was crisp, laced with the delicate scent of crops and damp earth from the fields outside. Crickets sang their soothing melody in the quiet fields surrounding the old haveli, adding to the peaceful stillness as Meerab and Murtasim lay wrapped together beneath the sheets, their bodies entwined.

His lips lingered against her collarbone, leaving a trail of soft, lingering kisses on her glowing skin. Her back rested against his chest, his arm wrapped possessively around her waist, drawing her closer, his fingers tracing gentle circles on her belly beneath the sheets. She giggled softly, filling the room with lightness, as he peppered kisses up her neck, sneaking in a playful raspberry behind her ear.

"Murtasim, stop!" she laughed, squirming as he alternated between tender kisses and ticklish raspberries along her neck. She raised her hand to stroke his face, her fingertips brushing over the rough stubble on his jaw, finding comfort in the familiar sensation as her giggles grew into full laughter.

"Ab nahi ruk paunga," he murmured against her ear, nibbling on her earlobe. His arm tightened around her waist, and his kisses grew more intense, savoring her natural scent now mingled with the lingering warmth of their passion.

With a teasing smile, Meerab slipped from his grasp, sliding down onto the bed as she pulled Murtasim down by his shoulders. Their lips met in a deep, passionate kiss, soft yet charged with all the emotions flooding between them. The glow of their first intimate moments left them both light-hearted and radiant, a newfound comfort settling between them that hadn't been there before.

They swallowed each other's moans, their breaths mingling and tongues colliding in a fervent dance. Murtasim leaned into her, and she hurriedly wrapped her arms around him, fingers digging into his back, marking his golden skin with faint red trails from where her nails had grazed him before. Yet he didn't flinch, and she seemed to draw a profound comfort from having him so close, so completely hers. He broke away from her lips, letting his mouth trailing tenderly across her cheek. Her eyes fluttered shut as he left soft kisses from her eyelids to her nose, then back to her lips before pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. Pulling back slightly, his voice was a quiet murmur of concern as he asked, "Sach sach batao, I didn't hurt you...did I?"

The gentleness in his eyes warmed her, flooding her heart with affection. She reached up to stroke his face, her knuckles brushing softly over his cheekbone. But as his brows knit with lingering worry, her lips curled in a playful pout, a glint of mischief sparking in her gaze.

"Nooo, but..." she drawled out playfully, pressing her tongue to the inside of her cheek with a mischievous pout, "I am a little sore," she whispered, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes that sparkled brighter than the stars in the night sky, her true intentions unhidden.

A sly smile tugged at Murtasim's lips. "Well, we must do something about that," he replied, his voice low, husky, and brimming with desire. A new surge of need ignited between them, and before she could respond, Murtasim was pressing wet, eager kisses down her body. He began at her collarbone, trailing down her chest, pausing to lavish attention on her breasts, each kiss and flick of his tongue drawing a symphony of moans from her as he swirled his tongue over her sensitive nipples, deepening their color as they grew taut with each flick of his tongue.

He moved lower, leaving a delicate path down her stomach, each kiss drawing shivers from her as he sucked lightly just above her belly button. Her muscles tightened under his touch, her abdomen clenching each time his lips met her bare skin. He continued downward, his head disappearing beneath the sheets, until he was face-to-face with her warm, glistening core.

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