The air was thick with a sultry tension as we returned home, the weight of the day lingering between us like an unspoken promise. I watched her from the corner of my eye, her movements languid and unhurried, as I asked her to take a shower and change into something comfortable. She obliged, disappearing into the bathroom while I settled onto the couch, the glow of the PS5 screen casting an eerie light across the room. Call of Duty consumed my attention, or so I pretended, as I waited for her to emerge.
When she finally did, she was a vision of softness and ease, clad in her comfy outfit—a loose t-shirt and shorts that clung to her curves in all the right places. She hovered near me, trying to grab my attention, her presence a magnetic pull I resisted just to tease her. Her frustration grew with each passing moment, her attempts to distract me growing more insistent until, finally, she snatched the controller from my hands and placed it on the table with a decisive thud.
I smirked, leaning back into the couch, and gestured for her to come closer. She stood before me, her eyes narrowing in playful defiance, while I sat, my arms lazily wrapping around her waist. "Hey, panda," I murmured, my voice low and dripping with mischief. "Wanna see what your surprise is?"
Her eyes lit up with excitement, and she nodded eagerly. "Close your eyes," I instructed, my fingers already inching beneath the hem of her t-shirt. She complied, her breath hitching slightly as I began to roll the fabric up, my hands skimming over the smooth expanse of her skin. When I reached her chest, she stopped me, her fingers tightening around my wrist.
"Relax, panda," I whispered, my lips brushing against her ear. "I know where the border is." She exhaled softly, her body yielding to my touch as I leaned in, my fingers deftly fastening the delicate gold waist chain around her. The metal glinted against her skin, a perfect contrast to her warmth.
"I've been thinking about this since the day I proposed to you," I confessed, my voice husky as I pressed a kiss to her tummy. "When you were in your saree, and my hands found your waist, I felt like something was missing. I think it was this."
Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked down at the chain, her fingers tracing the intricate design. "It's beautiful," she breathed, her voice trembling with emotion. "When did you buy this?"
"Just today," I replied, my hands sliding up to her hips as she settled into my lap. Her closeness was intoxicating, her warmth seeping into me as I moved my hands toward her bra strap. But this time, she stopped me, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, "You can't keep your greedy hands to yourself, huh? I guess today's the day I show you how many moles I have on my body and what I'm hiding beneath my shorts and bra."
Her words sent a jolt of electricity through me, my breath catching in my throat. This was the moment I had been waiting for. Without a word, I lifted her into my arms, carrying her to our room with a sense of urgency that left us both breathless. I dropped her onto the bed, my grin widening as I said, "Finally, today we're using the bed for what it should be used for."
Her cheeks flushed a deep, rosy red, the color spreading to the tips of her ears as she looked up at me, her lips parted in anticipation. I cupped her face gently, my thumb brushing over her cheekbone before I claimed her lips in a kiss that was both tender and demanding. Her hands immediately found their way beneath my t-shirt, tugging it off as I helped her out of her clothes, our movements frantic and desperate.
She challenged me then, her voice a sultry whisper as she dared me to kiss every mole on her body. I accepted without hesitation, my lips trailing a path of fire from the mole on her chest to the one on her inner thigh. Each kiss was a promise, a declaration of my devotion, and by the time I reached the last one, she was trembling beneath me, her breath coming in soft, uneven gasps.
I spread her legs gently, my eyes locking onto hers as I thrust into her, the sensation overwhelming us both. Her hips moved against mine, her soft moans filling the room as she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me closer. "What are you going to eat for dinner?" she asked, her voice teasing even as her body arched into mine.
"You," I growled, my lips capturing hers in a searing kiss as I continued to move, our bodies perfectly in sync. Her blush deepened, but she didn't protest, her hands gripping my shoulders as I drove us both closer to the edge.
After what felt like an eternity, she placed her hands on my chest, her voice breathless as she told me to stop. I leaned down, my teeth grazing her earlobe as I whispered, "Tonight, I'm not going to stop, honey."
Her response was a soft, breathless laugh as she pulled me closer, her lips brushing against my ear. "Tomorrow's Sunday," she murmured, her voice dripping with mischief. "I don't care if I can't walk straight."
Her words ignited something primal in me, and I continued to move, our bodies entwined as we lost ourselves in each other. Hours later, we lay tangled together, the sheets draped haphazardly over us as she rested her head on my chest, her breathing slow and even.
"You won't leave me, right?" she whispered, her voice tinged with a faint hint of concern.
I cupped her face, my thumb brushing over her cheek as I met her gaze. "I promise," I said, my voice steady and sure. "I won't leave you. Not until the grave."
Her eyes softened, and she nuzzled closer, her body relaxing against mine as I gently removed the waist chain. She fell asleep in my arms, her breathing steady and peaceful, and I held her close, knowing that this—this was where I belonged.