𝐀 𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | [𝟏𝟖+]

𝟑𝟕 | 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

Cinnamon in my teeth
From your kiss

My instincts sensed something soft and wet brushing against my nipples, while my sleep-clad mind resisted waking up. Exhausted from yesterday's intense session, my body screamed with pain. I don't even know how many times, amidst the haze, I murmured *thank you, husband*, the words slipped through my lips.

Yesterday when the antique clock caught my tired eyes, its hands pointed towards four in the morning, yet Revansh continued to fuck me from behind. Each time I said: "I am tired, Rev. I need to sleep," he would pause and hold me close, only to resume his movements when sleep threatened to claim me.

The pleasure surged through me, a rush of heightened sensations as my husband whispered: "Please, baby, this is the last one." I couldn't blame him; the allure of my body was irresistible, right? I lost count of how many times he promised it would be the last, yet his pace never faltered.

My eyelids fluttered open, allowing the sunlight to pierce through, causing me to blink twice before fully awakening. My gaze fell upon the person who was simultaneously sucking on my inked skin and nipples. A smile curved my lips as I stroked his silky hair. Revansh, my husband - the words resonated beautifully in my mind.

The memory of the day he confessed his love to me still echoed in my ears. I never imagined he would actually marry me when he said: "Do whatever you want, but you will marry only me." Butterflies danced wildly in my stomach. Oh, how grateful I was that he had become my husband.

"Good morning, wifey," I heard the velvety timbre of Revansh's voice, filling the room with warmth. My eyes met his, brimming with adoration. The sight of him, with his tousled hair and bare body, sent a rush of desire coursing through me. His arms enveloped me in a comforting embrace, and I could feel his touch igniting a fire within me.

Revansh paused his gentle suck of my nipple to wish me a good morning, his lips then eagerly returning to their task, leaving a tingling sensation. The soreness in my nipple was a testament to his desire. My fingers continued to stroke his hair, reveling in its softness.