YA' ABURNEE

Chapter 12

☡Warning! Some graphic steamy content ahead! As if that had stopped any underage ever xD☡

Glacé and gentle winnowing of fingers across my cheek made my sleep slowly drift off.

I open my eyes and immediately shut it. Cursing in my mind, for the sunlight being too bright to be of a morning sun.

Mild grumble of his laugh reverberated throughout his chest, enlightening me that I was plowed into his chest.

My mind enwrape the very known smell, his smell, with the new feeling; how his goodly body feels to be smashed into under morning sun rays.

"Are you still going to pretend you're asleep?" Umair pecks on my forehead. He lets his lips stay there, more than usual and I envelope myself in the warmth it transferred to my whole.

I flatter my eyes open. His was glistening in the sunlight, may be with a hint of amusement.

"Good morning, sweetheart." He whispers.

Calling him sweetheart last night, comes rushing back, warming my cheeks in the process.

I always tended to cringe at the frequent blush creeping on the protagonists of novels I read, or in movies I watched.

Today, I realised when you're at the right moment with the right person, your heart cannot but warm up. You tend to do the most cheeky things you thought you were never capable of.

"Good morning." I whisper back. His fingers still on my cheek isn't helping the blush that is deepening.

For the first time ever, we're having a morning together, indeed a very good one.

His thumb now glides down the smooth of my round jaw line, to my lower lips. He stroke his thumb gently. My eyes following his, he deflected his eyes on my lips. Umair with an aptitude for creating the most memorable sweet kisses, leans in.

I stay still and watch him in awe, how his luscious lips capture mine.

Wait, morning breath?

Morning kisses were supposed to be noxious and... unwholesome I guess?

Heck, I sometimes couldn't stand my own morning breath!

But, oh my, what I was experiencing didn't relate to it in any way. It was spicy, inciting, provocative, sexy. Something that brings one into being.

I opened my eyes as he pulls away. I didn't realise I was out of breath until he pulled away.

Coloring plash stir fieriness within him, I can tell as I stare back at his eyes.

Then I recognised the foreign poke in my abdomen. He was aroused. He tried to shift away, almost scared of hurting me in any way, when he took in my knowing look.

I hold him firmly. He stalled, nearly rigid.

"Don't. Don't try to hide away what you feel, what you want. Never hurt yourself in the process of safeguarding me, please!" With that I land my lips just about crushing on his.

He stays still for moment. When he let go, I felt the most primal need whirl within us.

In concised intake of our entangled breaths, he jumps in action. I lace my fingers in his black wavy tresses as he quickly parts my legs and moves amid.

My loose Tshirt goes first. He leaves my swollen lips. Only to trail dangerously down.

Just a feather touch on the bending of my neck was enough to push me on the edge. And here, he was residing his lingual artistry with his sweet time.

I squirm. Tightening my fist on his hair. He lets go a knee-jerk groan as his lips land on the swell of my chest. Kissing simulations vigorously there, he stiffens more. He pushed me to the edge as his kneading and drawing me in with his mouth became more wild.

His Tshirt and my sweats went to join my T on the ground when he pulled away to breath. Maintaining an eye contact all the while he bustle out of his pants.

I take him in, from head to toe. He stood there, at the foot of the bed, in his all glory. His eyes were too busy worshiping my body to notice I was checking him out.

He jumps in the bed right back in. A teenage girl like giggle escapes my mouth at his hungry posture. He smiles down at me, settling in the warmth in between.

"Are you ready?" His voice more husky.

I near my lips to his earlobe and whisper, "More than ever." Ending the sentence with an peck just under his ear.

He growls in response. A smirk appears on my face at the affect I had.

With that he enters me. Too carefully. Too gently. Each steady yet slow strokes building a whole new stimulation.

I claw his shoulder blades at the intrusion. I could feel his Trapeizus stretching and relaxing simultaneously, all the way to his Deltoid muscle.

Sweat dripping off every muscle of his body, mixing with mine on the way down.

I slide my hands to grip his hair. Affliction coiling into pleasure too painfully. And my grip loosens and tightens at every thrust.

Instinctively, he grabs onto my wrists and pins them down over my head. Sudden change of position started to hit certain nerves. He went on like a hurdler.

With that the first ever mind crushing and body wrecking climax rush in. I scream and tighten around him, heightening him on the process.

My senses flood out the window as climax after climax wear me out.

Umair is flopped on me. My hands sag slightly but still holding onto him. Our pants syncing. He's a heavy guy. But the weight seems trivial to the previous hard work.

Moments later, he slightly pushes up, to look at me. I witness the endearment and tenderness that is soaking his eyes as I look back. And he gently presses his lips on my forehead. I close my eyes momentarily, sinking in this instance.

I swear forehead kisses feels much more intense and intangible, nothing can match it.

Phew! I tried so hard to not use any prohibited word and make this scene gross. I hope I made this intense scene a literary readable one.

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