Dhaagey: The Ties that Bind Us [Tere Bin FF]

58. again and again

Author's Note: Hello everyone, so glad so many of you liked the last chapter. I thought our Dhaagey MeeraSim deserved more saxsux, so here we are. See you on the other side of this very long chapter (34 pages, over 17K words), hehe.

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The sunlight burned hot and high through the wall of windows, pouring across the bed and wrapping their bodies in relentless gold. Like the sky itself had come to witness what they had become.

Yet, Murtasim barely noticed the city beyond the glass. Karachi, the skyline, the blue sea, the waking world. All of it faded to nothing. Because everything he had ever wanted, everything he had waited for, everything he had held himself back from, everything he had imagined, was draped over him. Breathless and trembling. Her heart still pounding against his chest like it was trying to merge with his own.

Meerab.

She was curled around him, skin slick with sweat, hair wild and tangled, strands clinging to her neck and shoulders. Her head rested against him, forehead pressed to his collarbone, her thighs still straddling his hips, her body warm and spent in the most beautiful way imaginable. The last shivers of release still flickered through her like aftershocks, her muscles quivering, unable to lie. She had melted into him. As if her body had no reason left to hold itself apart from his.

He stared at the sight of her. No veil, no disguise, no flicker of shadow. Every inch of her was lit up for him, sunlight tracing the lines of her body, the faint sheen of sweat at the hollow of her throat, the flushed mark of his mouth at her collarbone. Her chest still heaved with every breath, her nipples soft against his skin, her lips parted as she gasped for air. She looked perfect and entirely his.

His hand trailed slowly up her bare back, fingertips tracing the line of her spine, memorizing the texture of her skin, the shape of her. He wanted to remember this. All of it. Not just the way she looked but how it felt to be here.

His mind replayed her riding him, illuminated by the sunshine that filled their room, her head thrown back, eyes fluttered shut, her hips moving slow and greedy as if she was trying to memorize the feel of him inside her. Her hands pressed to his chest, his name breaking from her lips in a voice he'd never get over, like it had always belonged to her.

He'd never be the same.

Her voice. Her heat. The way she held him inside her like she never wanted to let go.

He wanted to etch it all into his memory, every whimper, every sigh.

She whined softly, somewhere between a laugh and a whimper, and slumped heavier into his arms, hips still twitching in tiny aftershocks. He could feel himself inside her, surrounded by her heat, the slick mess they'd made dripping down his cock, pooling between their joined thighs. Every shift of her hips made her walls flutter, gripping him with lazy, desperate strength, refusing to let him go.

He pressed his mouth to her shoulder, tasting salt and her skin, then to her neck, her jaw, her mouth. Slow, greedy kisses, never sated. "I love you," he breathed into her lips, the words coming out raw. It didn't feel like enough. No words ever would.

She mumbled back, the sound tangled and soft, and he smiled, kissed her again, let his hands wander up her bare back, fingers mapping every trembling inch of skin.

He wanted more.

He wanted to drag her closer, wanted to sink his teeth into her shoulder, wanted to memorize every slick, sticky detail of her body in this sunlight.

His hips rocked up into hers before he could stop himself, the instinct too deep, too wired into him now. He groaned as her body responded, fluttering tight around him, as if she, too, couldn't bear to let go. As if her body remembered even when her mind had drifted into that soft post-bliss haze.