Minha's Shahmeer

CHAPTER 58

Shahmeer Mirza  [18+]
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It feels truly special to be loved in return by the person you cherish most.

I can hardly believe she uttered those words; even after coaxing her to say it multiple times, it feels as if it's the first time I'm hearing them.

Its though as if I've been transported back to my teenage years---she's my high school sweetheart----and her express those three words feels utterly surreal.

As I lie there, my fingers gently weaving through her long hair while she rests on my chest, the soft sound of her adorable snores fills the previous silent room.

A smile is permanently etched on my face as I gaze down at her.

"I feel blessed to have you in my life, baby", I whisper, leaning in closer and placing a light kiss on top of her head.

This moment feels dreamlike.

I can hardly wrap my mind around the fact that she loves me.

A part of me longs for her to repeat it again---I crave to hear those sweet words once more.

"Minha, Minha, baby, wake up", I murmur softly as I trace my fingers along the perfect arch of her eyebrows down to her cheek and finally resting on her plump lips.

Teasingly, I tug at her lips between my  fingertips, eliciting a groan from deep within sleep as she instinctively pulls away from me and murmurs with a hint of annoyance, "let me sleep".

"But I want to hear you say them again", I said, leaning in closer and brushing my lips against hers in a series of gentle pecks, each one coaxing a soft groan from her as she reluctantly opened her eyes.

"Let me sleep", she pleaded, her eyes wide and adorably sleepy, evoking a smile that tugged at my lips.

"Say you love me", I insisted earnestly while hovering just above her, my gaze locked onto hers and the warmth of our breaths mingling in the space between us.

"Don't tell me you woke me up just to hear those words again", she replied, surprise lacing her tone as she processed my request.

"Yes, I want to hear them again. So, tell me---say you love me", I urged once more, prompting her to shake her head with a playful glare as our gazes remained locked.

Her brown eyes sparkled with affection for me as they searched mine. Leaning in yet closer, I pressed my lips softly where she had been shot; I could see the rise and fall of her chest and feel the rapid beating of her heart agaisnt my own.

"Shahmeer", she whispered lightly, capturing my attention once more as I looked up at her.

"Yes, Mrs. Shahmeer", I responded affectionately before placing soft kisses on the fabric covering where beauty blossomed beneath it.

My fingers began their slow journey towards the gentle curve of her waist; under my touch, her body radiated warmth that was inviting and intoxicating.

I gently pulled the sheets away from her, ensuring to cover us both, my hands instinctively roaming towards her thighs as I lifted her hospital gown. Her body trembled beneath my touch, a visible response to the deed we were doing.

I let my hand glide along her thighs before settling between them, noting the quickened rhythm of her breathe.

As I lifted my head to meet her gaze, I found her lying there with half-closed eyes and a chest rising and falling rapidly, captivated by our connection.

Holding onto that lust filled gaze, I lowered my head nestled into the crook of her neck. My tongue danced across her delicate skin as I planted soft kisses and gentle bites along the graceful arch of her neck.