The Binding String

F I F T Y - F O U R

"You feel so good." She hummed and hugged him, his soft thumping heartbeats against her lulled her to sleep, it was four of morning. She was exhausted and worn out but something was there which was making her restless. I was never alone before. We.....can make it work. Everyone needs us. Everyone? I want to knor if you need me in your life or not. I just want to know if you want me. His words made her restless, overthinking is toxic and harmful. The insecurities will not leave her site such early, she don't know what would make her relieve. His hold tightened around her waist and face hid in the crook of her neck. She closed her eyes in the reflex and snuggled in his arms, the possibilities of getting answers of her questions are next to zero. Ishita allowed her limbs to relax.

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The bright sunrays peeped through the white curtains, directly hit her eyes. She groaned and than stretched her arms, her leg peeped out from the covers and than instantly hide inside the covers to seek some warmth. The sleep took over her and she let her hairs rest on her temple, the man beside her smiled tenderly. He felt a euphoria in his heart, he missed seeing her so close to him. He don't remember when he got chance to admire such innocent moment of her, when last he removed the soft tendrils from her face and read her known facial features. They got so much busy in the web of their issues that they forgot to live such small moments. Raman bend forward and pressed his lips on her forehead, he wake up an hour back, but he has no heart to disturb her sweet slumber rather he chose to savour this beautiful moments in his memories. For another time, she changed her position and snuggled close to him, her face was away millimetre away from his chest.

"Stop staring me and sleep." Her morning voice sounded sexy, he grinned listening her.

"My wife my eyes." The wet kiss came on her cheek and she scrunched her nose in the response. Raman put his leg on her under the covers and covered her body with his. "You feel good." She laughed on his comment.

"But you feel sticky."

"I can make you more sticky." The two chuckled still wrapped in each other arms. She don't remember when last they talked stupidly or just cuddled. She missed all the things they used to do in early days of their marriage. "By the way, I am thinking to go for water sports." Raman know Ishita interest for water sports, she discussed about it long back but they never got such chance to do it.

"Really!! I want to go for underwater diving."

"Yes ma'am. I remember that." He pulled her nose and she smiled with a glee. "But we need to get ready for it." Ishita opened her eyes with a jerk and looked at Raman, it was eight of the morning according to the local time. She took support of headrest and rested her back. Raman wore his robe and excused as his phone went off. Ishita excitement was no bound after she came to know about underwater diving. She is a water baby and loves water sports. She know this time Raman is going to make this adventure worth. After gulping down a glass of water, she limped towards washroom feeling sore. The lukewarm water fell on her body, caressed and soothed her aching limbs. The essence of sweet beauty oils rubbed away from her body and replaced with his spicy scent, her gaze fell on the mirror not only his scent but he is everywhere. She hissed when her finger touched bluish black hickey at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Last night with him rekindled all the moments they had spent in the last three years and she felt nothing had changed. They're same as before. A hue came on her cheeks, she took some body wash on thr loofah and started to rub it on her shoulders, her head threw back as the hot water splashed on her. The shower cubicle was foggy, she cleaned the mirror with her wrist and her eyes met with her husband. Her back collided with his hard chest, she didn't expected him to be here. Her grip loosened from the loofah, he held it softly and started to rub it on her shoulders, gently pressed her joints. His face hid in the crook of her neck and she moaned as his hands came forward to rub the shower gel around her bosom. She can feel tingle in her southern part the moment he tweaked her pebbled nipples. His hardness poked her another time, she faced him, they looked into each other eyes as the water cascading down washed out the lathar from her body. He latched his lips on her, sucked out the moisture from her baby soft lips and kissed her hungrily. Her legs were wrapped around his torso as he plunged himself inside her. The fog covered the entire shower cubicle and water cascaded down as he rocked her hard and urget making her scream his name with pleasure.