The Second Bloom • 18+

21. Deep night (Varun's POV)

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I tiptoed into the house, quietly shutting the door behind me. The clock on the wall read 10:30 PM - I'd been held up at work later than usual. I padded softly into the bedroom, eager to see my wife.

When I entered the darkened bedroom, I saw Malini's sleeping form curled up under the covers. She looked so peaceful, her face relaxed in slumber.

I smiled softly, not wanting to wake her. I quickly changed into my pajamas and slipped into bed beside her, being careful not to disturb her.

Dinner? Hell no, my stomach is already full, now that I'm with my wife.

I lay on my side, watching her as she slept.

The moonlight streaming in through the window cast a soft glow over her face, gilding her hair with silver. She was looking so beautiful, my Malini - my wife, my love, my life.

I leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to her shoulder, breathing in her familiar scent. She stirred slightly in her sleep, murmuring something unintelligible and snuggling closer to the pillows. I smiled, wrapping my arm around her waist and tugging her back against mine.

Suddenly, she murmured something in her sleep, her voice soft and husky.

“Varun?” she whispered, her head turning slightly on the pillow. I froze, my heart skipping a beat.

She recognized me in her sleep? How was that possible?

Intrigued, I nuzzled her neck, pressing more kisses to her skin.

She sighed contentedly, her body relaxing further into mine. “Varun...” she murmured again, her voice barely audible. I tightened my arms around her, amazed that she could sense my presence even in sleep.

I dotted kisses along her shoulder and arm, loving the way she shifted closer to me in her sleep.

She was like a human radar, homing in on my presence even when unconscious. It was both adorable and incredible.

I decided to test her responsiveness.

Slowly, I slid my hand up from her waist to cup her breast gently from above her blouse, my palm brushing over her nipple. She sighed again, her body arching slightly into my touch. Her backside pressed against me, and I felt her seek out my growing arousal.

Encouraged by her reactions, I continued my gentle explorations. I love it.

I teased her nipple with my fingers, rolling and pinching the sensitive bud. My other hand slid down to her hip, pulling her more firmly against my hardness. She moaned softly in her sleep, her hips undulating slightly.

I couldn't resist anymore.

Truly.

I slowly lifted up her saree. Very slowly and carefully. Ofcourse, there was no undergarment. Easy access. I like that. Actually, I love that.

How can I stop myself now that I have got a taste of her slickness?

I nudged her thighs apart with my knee and positioned myself at her entrance. I took saliva from my mouth on my fingers, and gently brushed my fingers upon her already wet and warm core.

Ah.

With a slow, deep thrust, I entered her, groaning at her wet heat enveloping me. She gasped in her sleep, her body tensing for a moment before relaxing and welcoming me fully.